originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
[b][u]Quite the Discovery...[/u][/b]
"Huh."
[b]"Huh" was the first thing that Smough could say, really. He had been looking around the Dojo where he came across an older building outside. Within it, a robot that had been shutdown. Hell, an Assaultron. [/b]
"So...best get you out of here."
[b]Smough simply picked the Assaultron up and proceeded into the Dojo with it, looking for a technician...[/b]
[spoiler]Open? Yeah, open.[/spoiler]
English
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"Hey, Smough," [b]Omnus says.[/b] "What you looking for?"
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Edited by Orn: 8/1/2016 3:56:12 AM"Well, used to be looking for you. But now? A technician. Technical person, anyone. Found this robot..."
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"A technician. That's me. I built my own body." [b]He flexes his robo arms.[/b]
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"Oh. Nice. You got a place, or..."
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"Yeah."
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"Alright! Best get going, then."
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[b]Omnus leads Smough to his apartment. Inside is a complete mess of tools, grease, whatever. There was no bed.[/b]
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"Nice...need a bed though. Then it would be perfecto."
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"I'm a robot. Robots don't sleep."
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"You don't? Sure? Heh."
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"Anyway, what's your issue? The assaultron?"
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"Yeah. Can you fix him up, wake him up, something? I'm not the technical type, so..."
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[b]Omnus places the assaultron on his desk.[/b] "I assumed that nothing is damaged, writer?"
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[b]It's pretty beaten up, jackass.[/b] "Writer? Oh, not that asshole again. Oh hell no. Leave this place writer! Now." [b]Ugh. -blam!- you Smough.[/b]
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[b]Lmaaaaaaoooooooooo[/b] "Huh, alright." [b]He grabs his wrench, and sets to work. In about an hour, all of the assaultron's parts are fixed up, and shiny.[/b] "Now for the fact that it won't wake up...."
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"Probably needs a battery or something. I don't know. Or there's a switch. Or something. Look around"
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[b]Omnus looks around, and decides to make a few modifications. He unscrews the bot's back plate, locates the battery, and replaces it with a battery of his own, placing a charger with it as well. He dusts off the circuitboards inside, and screws the back back on. He waits.[/b]
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[b]Ten seconds later, it jumps up.[/b] [i]"HOLY JESUS DANCING ON A PRETZEL STICK."[/i] "What?!"
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"Dancing on a pretzel stick?"
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[i]"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?!"[/i]
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"Um. Omnus. That's Smough." [b]He points at Smough.[/b]
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"Hi. I-" [i]"I DON'T CARE!"[/i] [b]The robot gets up, and is on his feet now.[/b]
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"An edgy robot with an attitude." [b]Omnus grabs a cube from his belt, debating between weapons.[/b]
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[i]"What the hell are you doing?! Go away!"[/i] "Uh, he sorta brought you back to l-" [i]"I DON'T CARE!"[/i]
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"Assault rifle. [b]The cube forms into a black assault rifle, which he trains on the robot.[/b]