Stukov, as soon as good old Isaac came over the intercom to the armory and began berating him in a faux accent, lost it and began laughing his ass off. He could imagine that TRS just running into the wall over, and over, and over again thanks to the success of the jamming fluid he had pawned off on the skirmisher as 'oil' for the joints. It was an experimental mix, intended for short term advantages to be gained from a suit mounted, or hand held, device that would gum up and leave the enemy helpless for capture and experimentation. It would even leave more scrap from their TRS salveagable too, which was a win win for ALL parties involved! Not counting the captured enemy, they didn't get a say in the matter. Sure, it wasn't very long lasting and still apparently allowed movement, which he would have to fix, but he had already repaired the servos while Isaac was not paying attention. That had been an easy, and all too boring fix to implement. Hence he was absolutely giddy over the fact his jamming solution worked so brilliantly! "Isaac, thank you so much for testing the jamming solution! Undermining was never the case, no no no! After all, we are not going after fortified positions! Your servos are fiiiine, they'll be completely operational once the last of the solution leaks off. Should be good before any fighting starts, sadly. Hearing you dry hump that wall was priceless!"
As Stukov responded in glee to the man, he waved cheerily at Q as she ran through, signing at him as she grabbed her weapons and cleared on out of the armory to go deploy with the rest of them. Not long after the other half of that pretty little enigma came strolling in like she owned the place, a gender bent conqueror of some old nation that was all too well known for running away from everything and all their problems. Positively boring, just running away all the time! But he grinned and laughed at the mention of his insane autocannon, Shortstop refused to believe the fact that he would and could get the thing working to the point that it would be a reliable man portable weapon of devastation. "Oh be calm ye of little faith! The only reason it failed last time was because it didn't have heat sinks! I assure you, my dear, it will be the forefront of infantry portable heavy weapons! For ME at any rate!" After rebutting her, on the side so Isaac would not hear him talking to anyone else, he had deliberately failed to warn Isaac about the fact that Shortstop was now listening and had heard everything he had said about getting wrenched in the nads and was gleefully willing to let him dig himself in deeper.
"Oh please, Isaac, I am sure if you can't handle my brilliant designs, she would LOVE to help you out!" Stukov was laughing still, apparently unarmed beyond the autocannon sitting on the work bench he had finished the latest adaptations on, the cooling fans should let the thing operate without too much concern, as he had thought before. Walking over, he was still listening for Isaac on the intercom as he hefted the weapon, grunting as he made sure it was loaded and had a 20mm round chambered, heaving the thing around and showing Shortstop with a grin, explaining his modifications now that he was not going to get picked up by Isaac, since he had to depress a communication button to respond while all he had to do was listen to hear incoming traffic in the armory. "Last time the barrel melted, so I fixed that problem, in theory! Cooling fans, vent off the heat and, in a pinch, make it a most excellent superheated bludgeon! BURNS AND FRACTURES! It's the best of both worlds! If the fans work, I need a bayonet I can vent the heat to, wouldn't that be just all sorts of awesome?"