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[inmylight_comdr]

[[ooc: Backdated to just after this encounter]]

Filtered to York

Meet me in your room, ETA two minutes. I'll need some help with repairs. [She sounds fine, if a little irked.]

/Filter

[Kat's walking purposefully through the halls up to the Pietas tower, right robotic arm dangling a little awkwardly and leaking blue hydraulic fluids from three

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[Kat]

[encryptedlock]

Repairs? Shit. Be right there.

[He'd been chilling in the TARDIS, but fortunately there's a teleporter set up on floor eleven (cleverly hidden in the Insolitus) so he's back in his room in under a minute.]

[York]

[inmylight_comdr]

Calm down, soldier, it's nothing serious. [She's just annoyed as hell that she didn't keep a closer watch on her shield levels, and curious about that the hell that metal was.]

[When she gets there she lets herself in, closing the door before popping her helmet off with her left hand, her right dangling and dripping mechanical fluids.]

There should be some replacement parts on your desk. [She wished them up on the way over, but she's pretty sure she might need more once they get a closer look at the damage.]

[Room Filter]

[encryptedlock]

[The last time he saw a mashup like that was when Tex fought with the Meta - not a good reminiscence, really. He almost visibly winces, though he keeps his armor on as he picks up the pieces from the desk.]

What the hell happened?

[Room Filter Forever!]

[inmylight_comdr]

Saying 'hello'. From the look and sound of it a new resident, unless you know someone with retractable metal claws?

[Setting her helmet aside, she uses her left arm to lift her right by the elbow so they can closer inspect just how deep the three gashes went.]

[encryptedlock]

Can't say I do. [He props the prosthetic up on a little box to get a clear view.] Damn. What the hell kind of metal slices through MJOLNIR like hat? [But it was still clearly metal--or, at least, it didn't have the signature melting that plasma would.] Human? Or human-looking, at least?

[inmylight_comdr]

Human by appearance. Took hits like a Spartan in armor, felt like I was punching a tank. Except that when I punch tanks, they dent. Trust me, I want to know as much about this metal as you do.

[Starts to disassemble the forearm, inspecting each piece as she pulls it away. It's a little slow going, working with her non-dominant hand]

[encryptedlock]

So at the very least, not a regular human. Great.

[He's careful to keep out of her personal space, but York knows as well as anyone that something like this takes a minimum of a doctor and a technician if done correctly.]

Want an extra pair of hands? We can check anything that got sliced for shavings.

[inmylight_comdr]

What's your money on? Advanced AI and robotic interface? [He did seem a little crass for an AI, but then again, anything was possible.]

[She finally heaves a sigh and leans back. This is why she'd come here instead of jsut heading to her own place, she figured the workd was too delicate for one awkward hand alone.] Yes, do that. Have Delta scan it, I want to know if there was any underlying factors, electric, biomechanical, whatever, or if it was just metal.

[encryptedlock]

In this place? The metal makes me think robot, yeah, but if he looked human to your eyes he coulda been some damn superhero or something. [Clark you make York B|-face.]

No problem. [Grabbing some tools, he deftly begins to pick apart the damaged parts of the arm and replace them with the spare parts. Delta pops on to observe.]

D, take a took at the slices.

Affirmative Beginning analysis.

[inmylight_comdr]

No way to really tell just by looking anymore, is there? [So much more difficult than 'See a Covvie, shoot it'.] Appreciated, Delta.

[She watches York work quietly for a moment, before adding,] The overshileds worked perfectly, by the way. [She was just too stubborn to step away when they fell]

[encryptedlock]

That would make life easy. Can't have that.

[He busies himself with the repair while Delta scans and answers.] I am glad to hear it. If this individual becomes hostile again, you will have a better idea of when to move away.

It appears that the damage was done by completely solid material of an unknown variety; I do not detect any shaving or fragmentation inconsistent with MJOLNIR standard alloy. Are you certain it was metal and not a ceramic composition?

[inmylight_comdr]

Well, it's not like I'm familiar with easy anyway. [Wry little smile there.]

[Brows peak at the mention of no shavings. Whatever this stuff was, it was unbelievably Strong.]

It looked and sounded like metal, but it's not like I stopped to take an in depth inspection. [Well, aside from when he had them shoved up against her visor. She got a pretty good, if quick, look then] I wouldn't count it out.

[encryptedlock]

True enough. [And there, visibly damaged parts off. Now he's beginning to hook up the replacements. Nearly two years of servicing his own armor by necessity--and a significant amount of time before that doing it by choice--has left York with a very good repair skillset.]

Thank you. If so, I would propose an unknown alloy; your armor is pinnacle of current UNSC research, disregarding experimental modifications.

[inmylight_comdr]

[She can tell, and you've no idea, York, how grateful she is to have someone she trusts to do things like this.]

Experimental modifications ... you're referring to your Freelancer project?

[encryptedlock]

[And unlike some assholes, he's not even going to ask anything in return.]

Right, like my biofoam injection system, or the Meta's experimental time distortion unit. I'm sure they'll eventually get out into the field, but for now we get to run guinea pig.

[inmylight_comdr]

Aren't you the lucky ones. [There is a dark edge to her tone, though. From what she's learned from you and Washington, it hasn't turned out all that well for the Freelancers.]