Post by Nines on Nov 10, 2019 2:59:27 GMT
Relieved by her forgiveness, Nines cracked a smile behind his mouthguard, sucking another breath from his pipe. His silver blue optics glimmered as he considered his medium grade,
"Medium grade is a middle ground. When you get into a conflicting war you learn to treasure that." Nines informed her softly his voice playful yet indicative. Relieved at her apology, the medic raised his helm with the tip of his glass doing another sip. Sensing her consideration of his words regarding his past, Nines shared a bitter smile with his mouthguard. A small part of him wished he shared some of her innocence. On the other hand, having experience came in handy.
"Thanks for that...I need that every now and again. It's nice to see I'm not the only bot out there who can do a quick repair." Nines complimented her earnestly. Her words were simple, but wise. it was his fortune he was allowed to have such a pleasant exchange with such an open minded femme. Open mindedness was such a rare commodity now a days.
Nines stared at his servo at Amura's friendly request.
"Ah, Gox. That is an interesting story." He sucked another breath from his pipe, fixing her another round of her previously requested beverage. Sliding it to Amura, he adjusted himself. Adjusting his pipe one more time, Nines cleared his throat.
"It was just another strange day. I was visiting an asteroid chain-supermarket on the outer rim of the Quintesson Bureaucracy--"
Nines ended his story, laughter humming in his chest.
"That night the little ankle-biter ate half my rations. I did some investigating on my friend as to why in Primus name he'd kept the little fellow." Nines cupped a servo in his chin. The music had changed a few tracks, and currently tuned Dynamite by Taio Cruz. The song inspired another hushed laugh from the mech.
"Now that I've chattered your audios off, what about a story from you? You seem like you might have a few interesting tales."
"Medium grade is a middle ground. When you get into a conflicting war you learn to treasure that." Nines informed her softly his voice playful yet indicative. Relieved at her apology, the medic raised his helm with the tip of his glass doing another sip. Sensing her consideration of his words regarding his past, Nines shared a bitter smile with his mouthguard. A small part of him wished he shared some of her innocence. On the other hand, having experience came in handy.
"Thanks for that...I need that every now and again. It's nice to see I'm not the only bot out there who can do a quick repair." Nines complimented her earnestly. Her words were simple, but wise. it was his fortune he was allowed to have such a pleasant exchange with such an open minded femme. Open mindedness was such a rare commodity now a days.
Nines stared at his servo at Amura's friendly request.
"Ah, Gox. That is an interesting story." He sucked another breath from his pipe, fixing her another round of her previously requested beverage. Sliding it to Amura, he adjusted himself. Adjusting his pipe one more time, Nines cleared his throat.
"It was just another strange day. I was visiting an asteroid chain-supermarket on the outer rim of the Quintesson Bureaucracy--"
Nines strode through the great galactic market place, being mindful of his step as he ventured past countless stands and species, all vigorously advertising their products. I can’t believe they sell tentacle massage slime for such outrageous prices. Nines shook his helm at the price tags.He narrowly dodged a few scarring alien children, who seemed to be absorbed in playing a game of tag. Amused, Nines ventured on in the deep selling area, his audios filtering through the chorus of mismatched languages for any that he recognized. His optics darting about the medic shifted his gears so that his subspace was shut extra tight. While the explosive mixture of colors encouraged all travelers he knew the town square promised the mischief of sly hands.
“SPARE PARTS! SPAAAAARE PARTS!” a voice carried over the chattering. Arching a brow, Nines spun 180 degrees. Weaving his way through the crowd, the flyer found himself gazing upon a a familiar mech. He was easily 17 feet tall spiffing a cocoa brown and a crimson red gleaming in the sun. His purple biolights glowed with something of a hum, and his sleek armor glinted a cheesy wink. His face half-covered by air-venting equipment, Nines grinned at the site.
“Vaqus. What in Primus name are you doing in this corner of the galaxy?” Nines leaned on the counter. Chuckling at his friend, the Aquatronian spoke:
“I’ve got a trinket business. I’m selling some forgetten/recovered technology.” He gestured to his table of strange objects.
“Hmm.” Nines cocked his helm, “One of those looks like cardboard.”
“That’s because it is.” Vaqus shrugged, “The rest is legit.”
“Sure.” Nines nodded, skimming over the garden of debatable treasures. “Did you give up bounty-hunting?” Nines asked passively.
“I do this on the side.” Vaqus replied.
“Mmmh.” Nines was about to leave when something seemed to shift into the corner of his eye. His optics snapping back, Nines beheld the object.
“That is one very, very nice servo.” Nines looked in astonishment at the prize. Lifting his claw-arm, Nines compared the joints, the color, which in turn triggered other calculations. It all checks out. Nines stroked his chin at the piece. Clicking his claw arm, Nines glanced up at Vaqus, who seemed slightly disappointed at the servo’s appearance.
“How much for the servo Vaqus?” Nines asked, “And give me a good price. They don’t pay medical officers much these days.” Nines kept the servo in his sight. Huffing, Vaqus folded his arms. “Well.” He huffed, “The servo wasn’t supposed to—well what the frag. I guess it’s for sale.” Vaqus scratch dat back of his helm, pausing for a moment. “2000 credits.”
“BS.” Nines rolled his eyes, “I’ll give you 1000 tops.”
“You know what, you did patch me up that one time.” Vaqus paused, “1500 credits. No less.” Vaqus set his hand beside the one for sale. Nines frowned,
“Vaqus, I can’t count on my digits how many times I patched you up. 1000 credits.” Nines persisted.
“And with this servo you can count on your fingers. Because You’ll have a few more to count on.” Vaqus gestured to his product, “1500.” Nines scowled at the comment, chomping his claw-arm. A moment of silence passed before Vaqus sighed, “Alright 1000 credits but you have to beat me in a pun battle.” Nines produced a smile.
“It figures you’d look to me to be your humor teacher.” Nines grinned, “Because I’m about to school you again.”
“You know what they say,” Vaqus canted his helm, “Back to the drawing board.”
“That joke was similar to a childish science experiment.” Nines stated blandly, “It caused no reaction.”
“The pun still had class.” Vaqus responded,
“Nothing I’d take notes on though.” Nines grunted, “I’d sleep through that session.”
“It’s not like you’re notes are that great anyways” Vaqus exhaled, “Well, maybe they’re all write.”
“A bit wordy, but not a bad language joke.” Nines kept his ground,
“At least we can talk it out.” Vaqus returned,
“Perhaps, but now you’re just speaking in tongues.”
“Now I’m just tongue-tied—-“ Vaqus stopped abruptly before face-palming. “Frag! I used the same word as you.” Smiling deeply, Nines acquired his pocketbook.
“I’m half tempted to give you 500 credits for such a beginner mistake.” Regardless, Nines offered the promised sum. Releasing a small growl Vaqus snatched the wherewithal before scooting the prize toward the helicopter. Picking up his knew trophy, Nines held it up to the sunlight to examine its authenticity. Confirming the value of his prize, Nines flexed his claw-arms two digits with anticipation. Detaching his claw-servo in triumph, the soldier tested the new appendage. To his surprise it instantly connected to his arm, as if perfectly tailored just for him. Astonished, Nines felt small slips of wire enter his armor, instinctively, he flexed the hand. His new servo relaxed and contracted as smoothly as running water. Speechless Nines met Vaqus’s eyes once more.
“Why’re you looking at me like—“
Hey. A small voice spoke into his mind. I loved your jokes. But when’s dinner?
“Vaqus. What in Primus name are you doing in this corner of the galaxy?” Nines leaned on the counter. Chuckling at his friend, the Aquatronian spoke:
“I’ve got a trinket business. I’m selling some forgetten/recovered technology.” He gestured to his table of strange objects.
“Hmm.” Nines cocked his helm, “One of those looks like cardboard.”
“That’s because it is.” Vaqus shrugged, “The rest is legit.”
“Sure.” Nines nodded, skimming over the garden of debatable treasures. “Did you give up bounty-hunting?” Nines asked passively.
“I do this on the side.” Vaqus replied.
“Mmmh.” Nines was about to leave when something seemed to shift into the corner of his eye. His optics snapping back, Nines beheld the object.
“That is one very, very nice servo.” Nines looked in astonishment at the prize. Lifting his claw-arm, Nines compared the joints, the color, which in turn triggered other calculations. It all checks out. Nines stroked his chin at the piece. Clicking his claw arm, Nines glanced up at Vaqus, who seemed slightly disappointed at the servo’s appearance.
“How much for the servo Vaqus?” Nines asked, “And give me a good price. They don’t pay medical officers much these days.” Nines kept the servo in his sight. Huffing, Vaqus folded his arms. “Well.” He huffed, “The servo wasn’t supposed to—well what the frag. I guess it’s for sale.” Vaqus scratch dat back of his helm, pausing for a moment. “2000 credits.”
“BS.” Nines rolled his eyes, “I’ll give you 1000 tops.”
“You know what, you did patch me up that one time.” Vaqus paused, “1500 credits. No less.” Vaqus set his hand beside the one for sale. Nines frowned,
“Vaqus, I can’t count on my digits how many times I patched you up. 1000 credits.” Nines persisted.
“And with this servo you can count on your fingers. Because You’ll have a few more to count on.” Vaqus gestured to his product, “1500.” Nines scowled at the comment, chomping his claw-arm. A moment of silence passed before Vaqus sighed, “Alright 1000 credits but you have to beat me in a pun battle.” Nines produced a smile.
“It figures you’d look to me to be your humor teacher.” Nines grinned, “Because I’m about to school you again.”
“You know what they say,” Vaqus canted his helm, “Back to the drawing board.”
“That joke was similar to a childish science experiment.” Nines stated blandly, “It caused no reaction.”
“The pun still had class.” Vaqus responded,
“Nothing I’d take notes on though.” Nines grunted, “I’d sleep through that session.”
“It’s not like you’re notes are that great anyways” Vaqus exhaled, “Well, maybe they’re all write.”
“A bit wordy, but not a bad language joke.” Nines kept his ground,
“At least we can talk it out.” Vaqus returned,
“Perhaps, but now you’re just speaking in tongues.”
“Now I’m just tongue-tied—-“ Vaqus stopped abruptly before face-palming. “Frag! I used the same word as you.” Smiling deeply, Nines acquired his pocketbook.
“I’m half tempted to give you 500 credits for such a beginner mistake.” Regardless, Nines offered the promised sum. Releasing a small growl Vaqus snatched the wherewithal before scooting the prize toward the helicopter. Picking up his knew trophy, Nines held it up to the sunlight to examine its authenticity. Confirming the value of his prize, Nines flexed his claw-arms two digits with anticipation. Detaching his claw-servo in triumph, the soldier tested the new appendage. To his surprise it instantly connected to his arm, as if perfectly tailored just for him. Astonished, Nines felt small slips of wire enter his armor, instinctively, he flexed the hand. His new servo relaxed and contracted as smoothly as running water. Speechless Nines met Vaqus’s eyes once more.
“Why’re you looking at me like—“
Hey. A small voice spoke into his mind. I loved your jokes. But when’s dinner?
Nines ended his story, laughter humming in his chest.
"That night the little ankle-biter ate half my rations. I did some investigating on my friend as to why in Primus name he'd kept the little fellow." Nines cupped a servo in his chin. The music had changed a few tracks, and currently tuned Dynamite by Taio Cruz. The song inspired another hushed laugh from the mech.
"Now that I've chattered your audios off, what about a story from you? You seem like you might have a few interesting tales."