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[no_tactdiplomat]

Ratchet is once more laser deep in a project. Huge surprise, we know, but the 'bot likes tinkering and for what he's working on, it's much easier at this size.

Come inquire what he's up to. He'll gladly bore you with science talk.

[Ratchet, Alyx Vance, Larxene]

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[will_scarlett]

Distraction is a wonderful thing, Will needs it and so he wonders over to the robot,

"What are ye workin' on, sir?"

He's just a bit sore but nothing is broken, yay for Jedi healing powers.

[will_scarlett]

Will absently rubs his wrist,

"Cause 'e's doin' 'is duty to the Church, sir."

[no_tactdiplomat]

"Do you serve with him?"

Ratchet's noticed the scars, but he's seen such things before.

[will_scarlett]

"Serve Robin o'Locksley, sir."

Its an answer of sorts.

[no_tactdiplomat]

"I haven't heard of him," Ratchet admits after a moment. Legends are not something he's made a point of studying.

[will_scarlett]

"'e's also known as Robin 'ood, sir."

[no_tactdiplomat]

Ratchet shakes his head, something he's picked up from the people on base.

"Still not pulling any files."

[will_scarlett]

"'rhaps 'e's na known as well in yer world is all then, sir."

[no_tactdiplomat]

"It could also be that Earth isn't my homeworld. I'm an immigrant to your planet. I'll see if I can find anything on the internet when I return to base."