Mikov shakes his head. "I believe I may be of some assistance," he says, pulling out his tesla pistol.
"No, I built the CPU from a canabalized SAIL unit... I just may have accidentally activated it while fixing the circuits. As for the hissing... I think it's just causing the air to vibrate slightly using the min-manipulator..."[DOUBLEPOST=1440040781][/DOUBLEPOST] "Just don't let it hit the ground. Someone stand under it to catch it, I've only got one arm... Hopefully there's enough juice left in my battery pack to restart it after you've EMP'ed it..."
"Alright. I'll try to catch it." Mikov aims the pistol at the base of the branch the arm is on. "You sure you want me to do this?"
"I can't think of any other idea. Vox can't grab it since its become self aware, and I don't want to have to leave it there to rust... Just be careful, it's pretty heavy. (About 30 kilos...)" She readies her EMP taser.
"Probably not." Mikov looks at his prosthetic thumb. "Hey Gina, any way you can make my thumb sentient?"
Blitsen walks up to the arm and pats it "Comforting. Now now don't be afraid I'm not like, distaste, that floran, I wont hurt you. Remember whilst it was asleep we had that chat."
Some people were just born less intelligent than others Keagan, it's not their fault. Keagan thinks to himself.
as the shock of the Tesla pistol begins to wear off on the arm, Gina pounces on it, pinning it to the ground and deactivating it with a twist of her sonic screwdriver. "Gotcha you ruddy thing!"
"Well glad that's over with."Polonsky said, happy that this was over with.Grabbed his knife radio and got back to work.
Gina takes it inside, makes a few adjustments, and seals the circuits before reattaching it to her stump. "alright, point me in the direction of your wood and i'll handle it from there..."
Mikov pockets his tesla pistol and resumes carving.[DOUBLEPOST=1440123722][/DOUBLEPOST]Mikov finally finishes carving. The end result of all of his hard work is a weird looking chair. "Heh... not too shabby, if you ask me..." he sits down on it, testing it's weight.
Meanwhile, Gina is busy carrying the woodpiles over to near the ship so that they can be used. unfortunately, Gina's arm wakes up and decides to drop the wood and reaches for the Floran's neck in attempts to strangle poor Gina... "Gah! what the hell?! stop! piss off! get away!" Gina says rushing back to her workshop for her short range EMP. "I thought i turned you off! so stay that way damnit!" she says quickly unattaching it and plugging the EMP right onto it. the arm sputters and goes limp once more. "Jeeze... maybe we should talk this out..." opening the circuits again and wires a nanotaser, a audio reciever, and a speaker all to the main CPU. "This had better work..."
Mikov rises from the chair, which is surprisingly comfy. "Alright. I'm gonna go see if I can find the source of those gunshots. Anybody want to join me?"
