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another char arrival log. my god
Who: peridot and.... you??!?!?!!
Where: PLACES
When: grunts
What: earth isn't what peridot expected and she's pissed off
Warnings: MUCH EXASPERATION
a. crater/city/city outskirts
Her gem wasn't damaged by the crash. That was, much to Peridot's relief, instantly apparent.
She forms a pad out of her fingers not long after she stopped panicking (only took a good ten minutes), running some scans and tapping out some basic observations. Her pod was nowhere to be seen; troubling, but not much she could do about it.
"Just what I needed..." she mutters to herself, two fingers floating up to pinch the bridge of her nose.
"Earth is noticeably," Peridot looks around, kneels down and pokes at the ground before speaking directly into the pad. "Dilapidated. I've lost the Kindergarten location, however it remains my top priority."
Closing the pad and sighing heavily again, she clomps away from where she woke up, unknowingly following the behest of a call towards the city.
b. medibay
It's time to make proper contact with the locals.
Eugh.
Peridot chose what appeared to be a production/research facility for her loathsome task - at the very least, it appeared to be one of the more active buildings. She can talk to one, ask for parts in exchange for some kind of service. Homeworld was partial to those who can offer something in return, surely this place would work the same way?
That said... they are awfully big when you get close, battlesuits or not. Peridot can't help but find herself sticking close to the shadows, subconsciously hiding from beings over thirty times her size.
Let's hope there's no misunderstandings about why she's sliding around equipment and file locations. Especially seeing as it's the middle of the night.
Where: PLACES
When: grunts
What: earth isn't what peridot expected and she's pissed off
Warnings: MUCH EXASPERATION
a. crater/city/city outskirts
Her gem wasn't damaged by the crash. That was, much to Peridot's relief, instantly apparent.
She forms a pad out of her fingers not long after she stopped panicking (only took a good ten minutes), running some scans and tapping out some basic observations. Her pod was nowhere to be seen; troubling, but not much she could do about it.
"Just what I needed..." she mutters to herself, two fingers floating up to pinch the bridge of her nose.
"Earth is noticeably," Peridot looks around, kneels down and pokes at the ground before speaking directly into the pad. "Dilapidated. I've lost the Kindergarten location, however it remains my top priority."
Closing the pad and sighing heavily again, she clomps away from where she woke up, unknowingly following the behest of a call towards the city.
b. medibay
It's time to make proper contact with the locals.
Eugh.
Peridot chose what appeared to be a production/research facility for her loathsome task - at the very least, it appeared to be one of the more active buildings. She can talk to one, ask for parts in exchange for some kind of service. Homeworld was partial to those who can offer something in return, surely this place would work the same way?
That said... they are awfully big when you get close, battlesuits or not. Peridot can't help but find herself sticking close to the shadows, subconsciously hiding from beings over thirty times her size.
Let's hope there's no misunderstandings about why she's sliding around equipment and file locations. Especially seeing as it's the middle of the night.
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He pointed to her fingers, "You are a technician or a machine, correct?"
One of those has to be right.
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"A machine?! Those big eyes and you can't even-- rrgh!" She was entirely willing to ignore this guy but now she's offended. Viscerally!
"Listen! I'm just trying to get my bearings!"
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"That's what I'm trying to do." he gestured towards the city, "I require a technician. With enough scrap metal we can create a craft for our escape. Or something that makes a signal..." He's not too tech savvy.
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"And what makes you think I need your help? None of that is hard at all."
AND YET
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"You don't look combat ready. This environment is hostile. We can be of service to each other."
Do you see what he's getting at.
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"Fine." she states simply. "Do what I say, get what I need, and we won't have any problems."
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"No problems unless I see one," he agreed.
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Plus, he's big enough to hide behind. No, she doesn't miss Jasper. Peridot forms her pad and brings up a list of items she had handy, should she need to perform repairs. Well, time to see how well this'll go - she's not much one for immediately trusting someone she's just run into.
"Let's start with something small and easy. A piston. Think you can do that?"
If her plan worked, this thing'll run off and she'll never see it again. Diamond be praised, presumably.
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"Piston, got it." With surprising speed he takes off running. Within a matter of minutes he drops the exact part from his mouth. It's a little worn, but she didn't specify quality.
"Done."
1/3
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Fuck.
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"What else? It is important we get other parts fast."
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This is... useful. But also not.
"Spirit level bubbles. Computer chips. Tartan paint. Liquid nitrogen. Gyroscope."
Well, some of those are real, at least.
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Ok some of those things sound unfamiliar.
"Elaborate."
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This is the last test Star has to pass. If he is Good Enough, Peridot will actually properly employ him instead of being so skittish. She pretty much just got out of a crash from orbit, alright.
"I'd focus on the chips first. The others might take a while to find and the programming will take the longest."
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"I will find these chips."
He runs off to find said chips. It takes some time since well, computers don't pop up as easily as scrap metal, but he finally finds a defunct communication terminal deep in one of the abandoned buildings. Ripping it out, he returns with the terminal slung over his shoulder.
"This should have the chips you need."
close enough to a smile icon
When he returns, she's honestly impressed. It seems something is finally going her way. Her face actually lights up with a grin.
"This is--!" she bounds over, grabbing the terminal and turning it over. "Yes! Perfect!"
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"I was meant to be perfect," said as a matter of fact.
"Now you will begin fulfilling your end of the agreement."
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She's already working on it!
"I'm going to go and find a working terminal to start. You can go and continue looking for those other parts I-- we need."
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"I trust you will complete your task."
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"I want off this junk pile more than you do."
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"This world can be a valuable boon if we can find a way off."
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Not leaving literally isn't an option. Though Peridot wouldn't deny enjoying the idea of Yellow Diamond and Homeworld coming to raze this place to the ground.
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It's not so much optimism as being far too confident in his training.
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