First Breath Mingle

[kill_switch]

Who: First Breathers and Friends!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: First Breath
When: Throughout December

[Get your fill of your favorite First Breath crewmate!]

Comments

Re: Furiosa

[tallasaking]

[As per usual, it was in his Engineering room. He is in a much more reflective mood himself when she pokes her head in, with what looks like a robotic arm resting between two clamps on his work station. He looks up when he sees her, flashes a grin.]

Just the lady I was looking for.

Re: Furiosa

[kill_switch]

[Seeing him looking a bit brighter than the last time she'd stopped by, she enters the room and smiles softly at him.]

You're looking better. What've you got there?

[She nods to the arm, but of course it doesn't take a genius to figure out what it is.]

Re: Furiosa

[tallasaking]

Sobriety works for me. Besides, I made a few promises. I intend to keep them.

[He gestured to the arm in front of him.] It is the device you required - I have finally come up with the first prototype. It's based on the work done on Mr. Barnes's own arm, so let me know if it is a bit ... too much.

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa walks in to take a closer look at the arm. It's more arm-like than her previous prosthetics, but what catches her attention most and makes her pause is it's finish; all is shiny and chrome.]

[She's not sure how she feels about it, frowning slightly as she puts her hand on it and runs along its length. Citadel cultuer had been so mired in chasing down this aesthetic, it's hard to shake the instinctual appreciation and the learned abhorrence.]

[But in the end it didn't matter, did it? She's not in that world anymore and she's not haggard by its fury. Tyrion's made a beautiful thing and what matters - what truly matters - is whether or not it works.]

Lets put it on and give it a try.

[tallasaking]

[He looks at her for a long moment, mis-matched eyes narrowing as he looks at her. The frown makes him brown, but her thoughtful look afterwards gave him a measure of relief. He cleared his throat, before he gestured to where the arm would connect to her old attachments.]

Now, there is likely to be bugs. After all, I could not take apart your ...stump to see how it would work with your impulses and all.