First Lesson

[godisachild]

WHO: Dr. Drakken and Pokey Minch
WHERE: Drakken's secret lair
WHEN: Tonight (5/9)
WARNINGS: Probably none
SUMMARY: Dr. Drakken decides to give Pokey an impromptu lesson in mad science following Shego's death.
FORMAT: Whatever

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[dctr_drakken]

Drakken is there, but he is preceded by a pair of his heavy-duty syntho-drones marching by, carrying a large crate between them. They pass Pokey without even noticing him. Or perhaps just ignoring him.

Then Drakken appears, wiping his laboratory gloves on a rag.

"Ah, Pokey. Welcome back. The lair is nearly complete, as you can see. Good location you found us, too. Coastal, plenty of escape routes. And excellent underwater views in the suites."

[godisachild]

Pokey's only there partially at Drakken's greeting. His attention, as it is, is fully drawn by the drones. Maybe they didn't notice him, but damn if he isn't noticing them. He lets out a small, childishly impressed "Wow" at the sight of them, not paying Drakken any mind until the robots have passed the corner and out of sight.

Turning to his current teacher, Pokey shook his head and smirked, "Yeah, I thought it was a pretty good place too. What can I say? I got an eye for location of real estate." He took a look over his shoulder before asking, "...Did you make them all by yourself?"

[dctr_drakken]

He waves them away as if unimportant.

"The syntho-drones? The henchmen we've been hiring are fine, but I need some muscle whose loyalty I can count on. Besides, I've got the formula for their synthetic innards memorized."

He taps his head, which leaves behind a spot of grease he removes with an annoyed gesture.

"Now they were an interesting project. I needed strength, but also mobility - something I couldn't get with traditional metal robots. That is part of the 'function dictates form' lesson I mentioned to you before. Remember that. I got the fighting agility and strength I required, but it cost me in terms of durability. They aren't bulletproof."

[godisachild]

Pokey put a hand to his chin as he thought on Drakken's words for a moment. "So you're going to have to make compromises with design then too, right? You have to decide what's more important in the machine and go with that, but you can't just put everything on it and hope it works."

He thinks a minute more before tilting his head curiously, "Do you only have one model of them? Wouldn't it make sense to make different models? Like ones with less mobility but are bullet proof, or is that simply confusing the formula for it too much?"