Komorebi
Surface
"Very well, Chusa Hai. I shall help my friends immediately..." Walter responded, and tabbed off the communicator.
He heard the rocketing of engines; the engines of the Plumeria ship he was hired to care and maintain. They're going to fight the enemy ship... He silently wished for the best. The reluctant Walter gives Chlorate a look of regret, and takes off to the picket line.
There are two different kinds of people in this world: those that fear the belligerent, and those who fear the peaceful. You got good reasons to fear the angry meatheads out there, whom will snap at just about anything and slam heads up in some aether engine with no hope of coming out alive. However, some fear the peaceful just because they have no comprehension on the limits to the inner peace of the calm and content, and they hate to see such nice people reach the boiling point.
Walter was simmering with frustration. It isn't even at untold levels of vexation, just enough to ignite a fire that had been starving of fuel: motivation. He cues the Mindy 4 AI to look up the ship that the mysterious AI friend, examining everything about it. "FA4 Grunt edition...Capable of flying fast and submersion... Really hard nose... " He mumbled as he skimmed through the content, dashing at breakneck speed.
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Picket Line
Before Walter arrived, he cleared his UI of the virtual documents that plagued his vision. The L'Kor massed in a pile of bodies, strewn all over the earth like revolting icing on a good cake. The two ships hang over the field while people have been getting in groups; especially one group around a smoking tankette. That matchbox is not going to help anybody; even if I help Barlow, at best I can just patch up the armor. It's smoking and it doesn't even have a turret, what good will it do aside from being a bomb?
He spotted a handful of L'Kor corpses not far from him, charged his defunct Aether Sabre, and hacked away at the helmets of the dead PAs! On his knees, he chopped away at the metal casing, chunk by chunk, searing dead flesh, revealing wires and lumps of circuits. He summoned one of his femtomachines, and instructed it to create milligrams of Francium material. The material spontaneously combusted as it was being created, making it into a makeshift tool of sorts. The drone gently heated the metal around the circuits, allowing Walter to pluck them off freely.
Generally, power armors have all of their respected circuits in the same places; the root of this phenomena being general common sense, and how it aligned with every intelligent species. Rather fortunate when you are trying to find spare parts in the last minute, honestly.
"... May the stars above forgive me for this." Walters' prayer only but a murmur. "I am only doing my job." he gets up on his feet and runs off into the forest again.
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Forest
The engineer ran past the lush scenery, coming back to Chlorate. Given how fit he is, he barely broke a sweat between running back and forth, and grasping at parts in a semi-barbaric fashion, however he knew his job isn't done yet.
"The electric magnetic pulse most likely fried some receptor circuitry in the engine and VTOL maneuvering systems." He told Chlorate as he got closer to the relatively massive drone. "I got some parts from L'Kor power armor that are functionally similar, however it is possible that you will not be able to go as fast as normal, or you may even stutter mid-flight, considering these circuits are just similar. Unless you are a Freespace-born AI or something similar in resilience and adaptability."
Walter walks up on top of the Grunt, whips out a cylinder made of Aluminum, tipped with Copper, and slams it on the green hull, causing the cylinder to buckle and meld with it. "My apologies for desecrating your current form!" He apologized to Chlorate, as he watches a small area around the heating agent glow a little from the heat that it generated. The engineer waited for a few seconds, raised a primed sabre, carved out a hole in the newly-made structural weakness, and proceeded to rip out dead circuits.
Ripping out circuits is the easy part, however adding in new ones is a challenge without proper tools. He only had a fabrication module, a Aether Sabre, and his own intelligence. No special kits or anything of the sort, especially the kind made specifically for the most hardcore of technicians. However, utilizing his fabrication module to fabricate extra wires, Francium as a controlled source of heat, and lead to connect all the wires together, he essentially wired up it together. Albeit, Walter did have to make use of manuals in order to get the correct inputs and outputs.
"Okay Chlorate, fresh ... similar circuits are in place. Are your engines online?" Walter asked the sentient Grunt ship.