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Sarnai
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Looking over as the mist started billowing towards them, Sarnai cursed loudly and liberally inside of Zaya before remembering to turn on the external speakers and squawking indignantly through them, "Dragon lady! How quickly and accurately can you weld off a chunk of the shit-heap's plating?"
Well she waited for a response, Sarnai went over her tactical options in her mind. The worm thing at the satellite was fuck off huge, but there is no indication that all of the...whatevers that have been attacking everyone are going to be that big. Don't want to get bogged down trying to disconnect the railgun if they are infantry sized.
Nodding to herself as she finished her musings, she pulled out her assault rifle and flicked off the safety, aiming her sensor arrays towards the mist and trying to get as much information as possible on what might be approaching despite the signal noise coming from the atmosphere.
//
Dalia glanced up from sniffing a plant that much to her disappointment she was sure was not poisonous at all. She chuffed and tossed it aside after tasting it. It wasn't good for a meal either. This is why she didn't eat vegetables much. There was no flavor and that was not a thing her lizard mind wanted to deal with.
She looked at the giant plant that shot her, then back to Heavy Metal Chicken who had damaged the thing greatly. Survival, survival was good and Heavy Metal Chicken seemed to have the right of it. Dalia's feet on all fours carried her to the heap of plant and metal fused as one and eyeballed a sizable piece of metal comparing it to a mech. Fingers and thumbs formed an L-shape, touching to be a rough picture frame. She mumbled something of a complicated math equation under her breath, then chuckled. She gave a thumbs up and nod. That wasn't an answer at all, but it was what Sarnai was going to get.
She carefully laid the Plasma imbued sticky flame over the large mech and started to punch where the plate was effectively cut. It sounded like hammer strikes from the dragon woman until a rough piece that was two inches longer on each side than it needed to be was brought over. "Measured rough. Rougher than No Luck's Face. This works?"
//
Startled by the loud banging noise, Sarnai-Zaya jumped to the side and barely avoided a negligent discharge as she watched the Drakairis woman surgically cut off a section of metal and came over to her with it.
"Uh…yeah actually, that is perfect. Can you weld it over the crease in my armor, or do you need my help? Either way, I should probably get out of her, don't want to pass out from heat stroke inside of Zaya here."
Disabling her external speakers and putting Zaya into her automated defensive mode, Sarnai hit the button to open up the exit hatch and disengaged her safety harness. Hopping out with a small flutter of her wings, she stretched her arms and legs against the tight material of her pilot suit before she reached over to the holster on the side of Zaya's leg and pulled off the pistol there. Checking over the weapon, she popped the magazine, inspected it, then slid it back in and worked the action to put a round into the chamber before disengaging the safety and scanning the area around her.
"I got a welding kit if you need me, but if you don't, I would rather stay on overwatch," she said with a jerk of her head towards the mist as her frill rose and spread in nervousness. "Sarnai by the way, we can...slap palms or whatever it is you do to greet other people later."
//
Dalia looked at the damaged piece and etched markings around the damaged area. She was experienced in sabotage, not repairs, but this was just like doing that, but in reverse. The damaged portion of the armor was cut off and set aside. She set the metal in place and began to work it into a solid fit little by little, smoothing out the welding marks to be barely visible. If anything she knew how to work with metal, feeling it out through vibrations.
She knocked on the repaired area section by section. There didn't seem to be any fractures on a microscopic scale. Lastly she pinned the repair place over the carefully measured excess material. Her eyes followed where her fingers traced. It was a rough repair job using what she had, but it would hold and that plate wasn't going to be moving anytime soon and would stand up to punishment. She only wished she had time to heat treat the armor she crafted. "Done Sarnai. No stroking and heat.Will stay in place."
//
Her focus on the area around them, it took a moment for Sarnai to realize that the Dragon Lady had spoken to her. Whipping her slender neck around to look in her direction, she hopped over to look at her results, "Fucking...wow, I was hoping just for a quick field fix, but this is quality."
Rapping on the metal lightly with one of her claws, she let out a pleased chittering sound, then re-holstered her pistol, "I knew I would have to replace the entire section to avoid a weak point eventually, but was going to wait until we had some downtime or proper facilities to do it. You do a lot of this kind of work?"
Still feeling exposed outside of Zaya, Sarnai didn't wait for an answer before she hopped back to the front and grabbed the handle on the entrance hatch, sliding up and into the pilot sleeve. Re-engaging her safety harness and then reconnecting her implants to Zaya, she mentally went through a series of diagnostics, running one of Zaya's hands over the replaced armor plate and giving the Dragon Lady a "thumbs-up" sign as she flicked on her external speaker.
"I like you, we are going to work well together," she said a happy chirp in her voice. "Me and you? We are going to wreck some stupid fucker's day."
//
Dalia chuckled, the wheels in her lizard brain turning. "Breaking things in reverse. Dalia breaks into things so she unbreaks the armor but putting it back how she found it." That seemed like a good explanation as far as she went. She never considered it to be repairing. Things existed in a state and she could alter that state with gratuitous amounts of welding. She didn't question such things usually as much as chuckle in amusement.
She looked confused at the thumbs up, but then did it back with enthusiasm. "Wrecking the sky monster? Yes, you are fierce. Fierce as Drakairis. To more battles!" With that she let out a yip of delight that sounded something like an adorable chirp. A sign of friendship, though likely unfamiliar to most outside her planet.
//
Blinking inside of her suit, Sarnai let out a series of warbling trills in amusement, checking over her assault rifle again reflexively as she replied "Yeah, I definitely like you, you get it. What's your name? Unless you want me to keep calling you Drakairis or Dragon Lady. Do you like explosives? Because you seem like you like explosives, we will have to make you some explosives."
Aiming her rifle towards the oncoming mist, she grinned to herself as she murmured, "Ohhh, this is going to get weird."
//
"Dalia, Daughter of Dala. Born for battle. Born the huntress. Dalia fights, then Dalia feasts. But not here. If I live I am free, then I will still fight, but for battles that are mine. Motherrrrr insists." She swatted her heavy tail against the ground and let out a sonic yip, trying to discern movement out in the mist. It was a threatening yip. A warning to not approach unless whatever was out there wanted trouble. From there she simply listened and waited.
Well she waited for a response, Sarnai went over her tactical options in her mind. The worm thing at the satellite was fuck off huge, but there is no indication that all of the...whatevers that have been attacking everyone are going to be that big. Don't want to get bogged down trying to disconnect the railgun if they are infantry sized.
Nodding to herself as she finished her musings, she pulled out her assault rifle and flicked off the safety, aiming her sensor arrays towards the mist and trying to get as much information as possible on what might be approaching despite the signal noise coming from the atmosphere.
//
Dalia glanced up from sniffing a plant that much to her disappointment she was sure was not poisonous at all. She chuffed and tossed it aside after tasting it. It wasn't good for a meal either. This is why she didn't eat vegetables much. There was no flavor and that was not a thing her lizard mind wanted to deal with.
She looked at the giant plant that shot her, then back to Heavy Metal Chicken who had damaged the thing greatly. Survival, survival was good and Heavy Metal Chicken seemed to have the right of it. Dalia's feet on all fours carried her to the heap of plant and metal fused as one and eyeballed a sizable piece of metal comparing it to a mech. Fingers and thumbs formed an L-shape, touching to be a rough picture frame. She mumbled something of a complicated math equation under her breath, then chuckled. She gave a thumbs up and nod. That wasn't an answer at all, but it was what Sarnai was going to get.
She carefully laid the Plasma imbued sticky flame over the large mech and started to punch where the plate was effectively cut. It sounded like hammer strikes from the dragon woman until a rough piece that was two inches longer on each side than it needed to be was brought over. "Measured rough. Rougher than No Luck's Face. This works?"
//
Startled by the loud banging noise, Sarnai-Zaya jumped to the side and barely avoided a negligent discharge as she watched the Drakairis woman surgically cut off a section of metal and came over to her with it.
"Uh…yeah actually, that is perfect. Can you weld it over the crease in my armor, or do you need my help? Either way, I should probably get out of her, don't want to pass out from heat stroke inside of Zaya here."
Disabling her external speakers and putting Zaya into her automated defensive mode, Sarnai hit the button to open up the exit hatch and disengaged her safety harness. Hopping out with a small flutter of her wings, she stretched her arms and legs against the tight material of her pilot suit before she reached over to the holster on the side of Zaya's leg and pulled off the pistol there. Checking over the weapon, she popped the magazine, inspected it, then slid it back in and worked the action to put a round into the chamber before disengaging the safety and scanning the area around her.
"I got a welding kit if you need me, but if you don't, I would rather stay on overwatch," she said with a jerk of her head towards the mist as her frill rose and spread in nervousness. "Sarnai by the way, we can...slap palms or whatever it is you do to greet other people later."
//
Dalia looked at the damaged piece and etched markings around the damaged area. She was experienced in sabotage, not repairs, but this was just like doing that, but in reverse. The damaged portion of the armor was cut off and set aside. She set the metal in place and began to work it into a solid fit little by little, smoothing out the welding marks to be barely visible. If anything she knew how to work with metal, feeling it out through vibrations.
She knocked on the repaired area section by section. There didn't seem to be any fractures on a microscopic scale. Lastly she pinned the repair place over the carefully measured excess material. Her eyes followed where her fingers traced. It was a rough repair job using what she had, but it would hold and that plate wasn't going to be moving anytime soon and would stand up to punishment. She only wished she had time to heat treat the armor she crafted. "Done Sarnai. No stroking and heat.Will stay in place."
//
Her focus on the area around them, it took a moment for Sarnai to realize that the Dragon Lady had spoken to her. Whipping her slender neck around to look in her direction, she hopped over to look at her results, "Fucking...wow, I was hoping just for a quick field fix, but this is quality."
Rapping on the metal lightly with one of her claws, she let out a pleased chittering sound, then re-holstered her pistol, "I knew I would have to replace the entire section to avoid a weak point eventually, but was going to wait until we had some downtime or proper facilities to do it. You do a lot of this kind of work?"
Still feeling exposed outside of Zaya, Sarnai didn't wait for an answer before she hopped back to the front and grabbed the handle on the entrance hatch, sliding up and into the pilot sleeve. Re-engaging her safety harness and then reconnecting her implants to Zaya, she mentally went through a series of diagnostics, running one of Zaya's hands over the replaced armor plate and giving the Dragon Lady a "thumbs-up" sign as she flicked on her external speaker.
"I like you, we are going to work well together," she said a happy chirp in her voice. "Me and you? We are going to wreck some stupid fucker's day."
//
Dalia chuckled, the wheels in her lizard brain turning. "Breaking things in reverse. Dalia breaks into things so she unbreaks the armor but putting it back how she found it." That seemed like a good explanation as far as she went. She never considered it to be repairing. Things existed in a state and she could alter that state with gratuitous amounts of welding. She didn't question such things usually as much as chuckle in amusement.
She looked confused at the thumbs up, but then did it back with enthusiasm. "Wrecking the sky monster? Yes, you are fierce. Fierce as Drakairis. To more battles!" With that she let out a yip of delight that sounded something like an adorable chirp. A sign of friendship, though likely unfamiliar to most outside her planet.
//
Blinking inside of her suit, Sarnai let out a series of warbling trills in amusement, checking over her assault rifle again reflexively as she replied "Yeah, I definitely like you, you get it. What's your name? Unless you want me to keep calling you Drakairis or Dragon Lady. Do you like explosives? Because you seem like you like explosives, we will have to make you some explosives."
Aiming her rifle towards the oncoming mist, she grinned to herself as she murmured, "Ohhh, this is going to get weird."
//
"Dalia, Daughter of Dala. Born for battle. Born the huntress. Dalia fights, then Dalia feasts. But not here. If I live I am free, then I will still fight, but for battles that are mine. Motherrrrr insists." She swatted her heavy tail against the ground and let out a sonic yip, trying to discern movement out in the mist. It was a threatening yip. A warning to not approach unless whatever was out there wanted trouble. From there she simply listened and waited.