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|Date of Scene=2015/04/09
|Location=The Citadel - Dark Holds
|Synopsis=Tesla works with the Tyrannos regarding their Saiyan problems.
|Thanks=Tesla
|Cast of Characters=114, 368
|Tinyplot=A Wish for the Future
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Plesio enters the confederate research lab, flanked by a cranky looking Styraco and followed by Genghis Rex and Brachio. Oddly missing is his regular sidekick, Ankylo, who is no doubt running interference on Reptilon or guarding their ships.<br /><br />"Do not waste my time, Plesio. Should anyone find out that I am off-planet as it is, they will start hurling accusations of abandonment and cowardice." Rex remarks<br /><br />"Oh, you won't have to be here long, Reksssss. The problem issss that we are running out of optionssss with what we have to work with on Reptilon. Commander Armadia has offered her ssssserevicessss to help us expedite our preparationssss for the battle that we already know is coming. We may have eckssssaussssted our own technological limits, but we have barely seen the tip of the issssseberg with the sssssheer diverssssssity of the Confederassssssy'ssssss bessssst and brightesssssst." Plesio hisses reassuringly<br /><br />Brachio chews on a fern sandwich, looking completely unimpressed with everyone and everything.<br /><br />Styraco offers a curt nod to Tesla, his face twisted into a bit of a scowl, which is difficult to do for a ceratopsian, but he's pulling it off anyway.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Besides, your fellows already made arrangements to make sure I'm here and this goes quickly." As she was already standing in the lab waiting for them Tesla chips into the conversation almost immeadiately. She adjusts her glasses with one hand and moves on. "And I have an inkling of a suspicion of what this is going to be related to, anyways."<br /><br />She returns Styraco's nod, and offers to the other scientist "The raptor mutants we brought back are in containment. Other than behavoir monitoring and trying to gauge how much sentience they have remaining or not we haven't done any testing yet. I figure you'd want to have a hand in that."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Styraco shakes his head, "I'll take a look at them, but I wouldn't expect much out of them. That lab has been shut down for well over 3 decades, the only thing swirling around in their heads is liquid. Dr Blackhorne was not known for his care of raw materials ... unless, of course, one of his colleagues was keeping the lab in working order for his or her own purposes."<br /><br />Plesio glances over Tesla looking slightly perturbed, "Oh? And what DID I have in mind, Commander?"<br /><br />Brachio snorts, "You wanna fly like those mammals do. That's why you brought all of the floaties." pointing to a bag slung over the Plesiosaur's shoulder<br /><br />Plesio cranes his neck up at the unexpected comment.<br /><br />Rex folds his arms, "Really? THAT'S what this is about? I've seen Serori and Raditz crash through concrete! You're not suggesting I subject myself to that?"<br /><br />Plesio waffles a bit, "Well ... umm, you wanted to be able to go toe to toe with a Saiyan ..."<br /><br />Plesio turns a pleading look to Tesla.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Tesla Armadia gives an amused sort of chuckle at the exchanges. "Yes, that. You're one of the two main leaders of Reptilon, Rex. It's inevitable that Kakarot comes after you, regardless of how the 'truce' pans out. And if there is one advantage a Saiyan has is his ability to fly, which outside of a ship only one member of your team posesses. It's all fairly logical, really."<br /><br />She then waves a hand vagely at Plesio. "No need to put the bag down, I can 'see' it from here. Technopath, remember?" That eerie lumination that comes to her eyes when she's concentrating on her powers is already flickering behind the lenses of her glasses. "Huh. A bunch of tools? I don't see how.. oh.. oh of course. Not the tools, the 'floaties' aspect, as you put it." She smirks enough for a few sharper teeth to show. "I take it my deduction was in general correct then."<br /><br />With that Tesla turns and walks towards one of the labs various work stations. "An interesting idea for demonstration Plesio, but anti-gravity is primarily good for lift. Those tools may be able to flit around easily, but to lift the size and body mass of a full grown Reptilonian almost all of that energy is going to be dedicated to the lift. No propulsion. It will need a secondary means of providing thrust seperate from the lift."<br /><br />Her tail swishes idly, considering the crashing through walls comment. "Though that may also make it more, shall we say, controllable."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Plesio steps up beside Tesla and peers over her shoulder, his serpentine head swinging in and out of her field of vision. The bag of floatie tools is dropped at his side, "Well, that'ssss ssssortof why we brought along one of our biggesssssst Tyrannosssss."<br /><br />Brachio blinks, "Awww hell no! I'm not gonna be your guinea pigatops! No way! No how! I'm on guard duty."<br /><br />Plesio hisses, "Yessss, that'ssss why Reksssss is here, sssso you can keep guarding him while we tessssst thisss out."<br /><br />Rex sits in a chair, propping up his feet, looking slightly amused, "You're gong to make Brachio fly? Well, THIS I MUST see!"<br /><br />Brachio darts his head from Plesio to Rex, "Awwww, No, Bossasaur! Come on!"<br /><br />Styraco nods, "Makes sense, then we could see what effects the technology will have on organic matter."<br /><br />Brachio sighs, "Awwww, not YOU TOO!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Tesla Armadia reachs over to pat Brachio's.. thigh, roughly, due to the size difference. "Think of it this way. You're guarding your leader from the potential worse fate of this not working. It shouldn't hurt." There's a pause as she turns back to the work station. "... Too much."<br /><br />She snaps her fingers and multiple holographic flat-screen displays spring to life around her, making it difficult to tell what is a projection of equipment and what may be generated by her own powers. Numbers and figures are already flicking across several of them. "The anti-gravity would be best positioned around the largest concentration of mass." She flicks a screen and a generalized profile silouete comes up, highlighting the torso. "So around the body, as a belt, or even better a harness. Better distribution. And could easily be placed beneath ones armor to be inconspicious. If he doesn't expect you to come flying after him, all the better."<br /><br />Switchs to the other side and taps another screen. "Then we could use the same kinetic projectors I use for my armor roll as propulsion. Back of the body for general propulsion.. and say the lower legs as a steering mechanism. This leaves the hands and arms free for the actual fighting."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Brachio puts his hands on his hips, "You're gonna give me flying underwear? Cause if ya' do, I wanna smash through building like that Supermammal guy! That'll serve old spikey head right when I drive him 30 feet below ground!"<br /><br />Plesio glances over the readouts, "Creating an antigravity bubble around him could alssssso provide protection, no?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Tesla Armadia glances over her shoulder a moment at Brachio. "Now you're getting into the spirit of it."<br /><br />Then back to the others and the display, rubbing her chin with one hand. "That.. actually is not something I had considered, Plesio. A good idea, though. It won't stop any attacks, but momentum and kinetic force are both relative to gravity." Fingers tap across one of the screens, changing some of the perameters. "So it could have a slowing effect on impacts and cause some diffusion in energy based attacks. Not full stopage but definately an additional layer of protection.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Brachio takes a huge bite from his sandwich and crouches down, lowing his serpentine neck so he's eye level with Tesla, "So, ifin' you're gonna give me a brand new pair of skivvies, whacha need me to do?"<br /><br />Plesio hisses, "I suppose you need to get rid of the old sssskivviesss first."<br /><br />Brachio smirks, "I figured that much out already, wierdo."<br /><br />Brachio flexes, "You need measurements, that kinda stuff? I'm the biggest I've ever been!"<br /><br />Rex moans, "We KNOW!"<br /><br />Brachio barks, "Hey! I ain't fat! This is how a sauropod body looks! Damn theropods and your skinny ass legs. Things are like toothpicks!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Tesla Armadia just rolls her eyes at the exchange going on behind her. The interactions between the Tyrannos were amusing, but at the same time, really made her glad that she only gave self-awareness to certain creations. "Measurements are fine. You're not sensative to motion sickness, hopefully."<br /><br />She makes a few gestures, starting to construct an actual layout after combining several of the holo-screens into one full sized display. "I should be able to assemble a test model with my technopathy, and if that works as expected construct an actual self contained rig. Won't take too long since we're using pre-established technologies."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Brachio cocks his head, "Motion sickness? Lady, I don't GET motion sickness, I CAUSE it! Heh heh"<br /><br />Styraco pulls out a scanner and a light washes over Brachio, "Weight: 4.623 tons, thigh circumference: 6.234 feet on the right, 6.387 left, waist: 16.456 feet, Abdomen ... "<br /><br />"Hey! I've been wearing 15.5's since I was a teenager!" Bracio protests.<br /><br />"Then your pants are too small. Abdomen: 22 feet in circumference exactly."<br /><br />Rex chides, "Bit of an overhang, there, big guy."<br /><br />Brachio growls, "Shut up! You get this big dining exclusively on plants!"<br /><br />Rex chuckles.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Tesla Armadia stifles a bit of a snicker herself, if only because she's trying to focus on the work at hand. "Brachio needs a lot of weight to throw around in a fight, I wouldn't hold that against him."<br /><br />After a few moments of working she turns and opens Plesio's bag. "Good thing you brought these after all though, I can make uses of them." She rummages several out of the bag, holding them in her hands. The irradiant glow in her eyes gets brighter, reflecting off the lenses of her glasses.<br />A moment later the tools she's holding break apart, seeming to dismantle themselves somehow. Then she takes the multiple anti-grav devices and combines them together in a few larger ones. "That should do it."<br /><br />Setting those aside on the station she walks past the Tyrannos and opens a supply closet. Digs around a bit, and pulls out a rather large harness. "Fiber carbon material, very durable yet light. Good thing I keep a few handy in case I need it for airdropping Shardcore without a deployment pod." She fiddles with adjusting the side as she walks back, then works on attaching the anti-grav units to the harness.<br /><br />Several minutes pass before she finally tosses the harness to Brachio. "Put that on and we can see how it works. Use one of the side stalls if you want a bit of modesty."<br /><br />Meanwhile Tesla sets about making the maneuvering thrusters, which they can just strap around Brachio's ankles (or approximate equivilent) for now.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Rex smirks, "Modesty she says, about Brachio. You're going to be waiting a LONG time for THAT."<br /><br />Brachio hrumphs, snatching the harness and stepping into one of the stalls. The sound of buckles clinking and clothing being pulled off, the occasional flash of a snaky head or writhing tail and the occasional grunt of discomfort before Brachio reappears, waddling a little. He gives the front a not so discreet tug downwards, "Rides up in the front a little ..."<br /><br />Styraco says, "Nonsense, you'll just have to become accustomed to it."<br /><br />Brachio growls, "Well if this thing flies off with my tail ... or something else, I'll take it out YER hide Mr Spikeface!"<br /><br />Styraco pfts, "That's Dr Spikeface to you ..."<br /><br />Plesio grins excitedly at Tesla, "This issssss gonna be cool!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Well that is the size you said you were," Tesla replies with a hint of a smirk. "It's only to test, anyways."<br /><br />Once he waddles over Tesla wraps the thrusters around his ankles. "The harness will give you the anti-gravity lift, the thrusters are for propulsion. So you'll have to steer with your legs, for the most part. Leaves your arms open for attacking with." She takes a few steps backwards after she's done. "Ready?"<br /><br />Not that she waits for an answer before giving the signal to activate the flight rig.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Brachio was, in fact, NOT ready. He blinks as his right leg pivots up like he's going into a sumo stance, but it doesn't stop. It continues climbing while his left leg follows the momentum of the right. With the anti-gravity activated, he doesn't fall over, instead he floats in mid air and begins to spin, sideways, like a giant saurian pinwheel and he's picking up speed.<br /><br />Rex winces as Brachio's head slaps against the ground, over and over again<br /><br />Brachio yells, "HELP!" *THWAP* "TURN" *THWAP* "IT" *THWAP* "OFF!"<br /><br />Plesio grimaces, while Styraco's face draws into a beaky wince.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Tesla Armadia watchs in an utter flat expression as Braicho flails about with the jets. "Prehaps it would be best to just stick to having the maneuvering thrusters on the back. Tch. Honestly I have no idea how Stark does that with his limbs."<br /><br />She shrugs, and turns off the thrusters. But leaves the anti-gravity field running for the moment as she turns back to her work station.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Brachio stops spinning and rights himself, "Naw, gotta push it. Can't fight him unless I can do what he can do. Let's figure it out, while we still got time! Turn em back on!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"As you wish." Tesla reactivates it, then tosses the on-off remote to Plesio. "Keep an eye on him. I'm going to make a few modifications in the design now that we know how it actually reacts with Reptilian body mass. Your differences in physiology," she nods a bit towards where Rex is sitting, "is going to require adjustments to the base design perameters."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Plesio begins working with Brachio while Tesla makes minor modifications to the flight rig. It's not easy going, Brachio ends up on his head several times and one all of the other Tyrannos' heads at least once. He is admonished loudly when he crashes into Rex, after the Tyranno leader had dozed off in his chair. Time passes, it seems like hours, but Brachio steadily improves as he better understands how the rig works and Tesla tweaks it to be better managed by him. It's rough going and even after this amount of time, he's not nearly as steady as Tony Stark, but he is steady and can seem to do what he wants in the air at will, even if it lacks any particular grace.<br /><br />https://youtu.be/SPFCHuEegsk<br /><br />However, if he's able to practice, there's no reason why this massive Sauropod won't master this new technology.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>And while everyone is watching the hours worth of practice and fine tuning compressed into one rapid fire montage of scenes, Tesla finesses the design to the point that she can manufacture a fully functional model rather than one slapped together by her own technopathic modifications.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>When it's all said and done, the 4 Tyrannos stand ready to leave.<br /><br />Rex, for all of his chides and pokes at the whole process takes on a particularly serious tone as he addresses Tesla.<br /><br />"I cannot thank you enough, Commander. You may have given us a fighting chance."<br /><br />"You mammals never cease to amaze me ..."<br /><br />There is something in his voice that's not usually present, a crack in his confidence, maybe - whatever it is, this sort of sounds like something that is sincere, in a final sort of way.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Tesla Armadia smiles a bit, knowing how hard it is for Rex or any of his kin to admit to being helped by a mammal. Even one that has made good effort with the group before. It's as much a cultural thing for them as it is personal. To which she gives a semi-formal bow of her head. "It was my pleasure. The least I could do when my own work has kept me away from aiding you and your planet more regularly."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Rex bows his head in return, "Till we meet again ... and if it's in hell, don't worry too much. I'll be running the place by the time you get there."<br /><br />He smiles slyly and exits with his entourage.<br> <br>


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