Burgmond45
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Komorebi
Behind Picket Line
Walter held his breath, hiding a certain and reasonable fear of Chlorate dropping from a high height, and most definitely making her impossible to keep airborne. In his honest opinion, he isn't concerned with Chlorate putting a lot of thrust into it's movement, since that entire business is localized in the engines and the VTOL system. His real concern was Chlorate doing anything under the very general umbrella of "change of velocity", mainly running too many maneuvers at once.
Of course, the fact that the spare parts were made for lower voltages isn't making this situation any better. If Chlorate did so much as a aileron roll, those circuits are going to melt on it, and this ship won't be going anywhere anymore... I don't think it can even flee without bursting the circuits. Walter grimaced as he observed the L'Kor circuits, sparking and smoking.
He did have a few ideas on what he could do in that situation, and although none should be life-threatening, all of them would be hard to pull off. That, and it is only a hunch. Hunches have gotten Walter Hyde this far, but he wondered if he can keep having blind faith like this. Engineers rely on calculated risk, not luck.
When Chlorate landed, thankfully intact, he decides give the drone the details. "Your replacement circuits are, fortunately, still holding together. Although you're probably aware that they're on the verge of melting into liquid plastic, too... Just don't move unless you need to, let them cool off. In the case that you must fly, fly cautiously. It can handle going at your maximum speed, but it can only handle minor changes in velocity. You turn on a dime, that circuit melts. You do any fancy tricks, it melts. You go from zero to one thousand kilometers in under thirty seconds, it's going to melt."
The Minkan sighed. He'd rather spare Chlorate the details, but he would rather do what it takes to ensure he does not mess this up. "I'll find and scavenge for more of those circuits, restock the fabricator, and try to help the others when possible. I might also try and find a weapon for you..." Walter's spine buckled at the thought of resorting to make one himself... What would he even make? He should probably wait until later. "Just sit tight, feel free to call on your communicator for help if you need it."
He jogs over to the smoking tank; he figured he could go over there first, see what he could do.
The Smokin' Tankette
Walter Hyde goes to the Pickett Line, where the smoldering tankette lay. Hanna, Yoshida, and Barlow were all there, looking at the tank. If he were to be perfectly honest, he had his doubts that they need his service. Although as his mother said, it never hurts to try.
"I-I beg your pardon..." Walter spoke up, and then cleared his throat. "I am sorry to interrupt, but is there something I could help you three with? I could not help but notice this tankette is in critical condition."
To put it bluntly, in his eyes it looked like some toddler took a tin tank toy, ripped the turret off, and put dents into the front with vigorous slamming. Only the stars above know where that turret is now...
Behind Picket Line
Walter held his breath, hiding a certain and reasonable fear of Chlorate dropping from a high height, and most definitely making her impossible to keep airborne. In his honest opinion, he isn't concerned with Chlorate putting a lot of thrust into it's movement, since that entire business is localized in the engines and the VTOL system. His real concern was Chlorate doing anything under the very general umbrella of "change of velocity", mainly running too many maneuvers at once.
Of course, the fact that the spare parts were made for lower voltages isn't making this situation any better. If Chlorate did so much as a aileron roll, those circuits are going to melt on it, and this ship won't be going anywhere anymore... I don't think it can even flee without bursting the circuits. Walter grimaced as he observed the L'Kor circuits, sparking and smoking.
He did have a few ideas on what he could do in that situation, and although none should be life-threatening, all of them would be hard to pull off. That, and it is only a hunch. Hunches have gotten Walter Hyde this far, but he wondered if he can keep having blind faith like this. Engineers rely on calculated risk, not luck.
When Chlorate landed, thankfully intact, he decides give the drone the details. "Your replacement circuits are, fortunately, still holding together. Although you're probably aware that they're on the verge of melting into liquid plastic, too... Just don't move unless you need to, let them cool off. In the case that you must fly, fly cautiously. It can handle going at your maximum speed, but it can only handle minor changes in velocity. You turn on a dime, that circuit melts. You do any fancy tricks, it melts. You go from zero to one thousand kilometers in under thirty seconds, it's going to melt."
The Minkan sighed. He'd rather spare Chlorate the details, but he would rather do what it takes to ensure he does not mess this up. "I'll find and scavenge for more of those circuits, restock the fabricator, and try to help the others when possible. I might also try and find a weapon for you..." Walter's spine buckled at the thought of resorting to make one himself... What would he even make? He should probably wait until later. "Just sit tight, feel free to call on your communicator for help if you need it."
He jogs over to the smoking tank; he figured he could go over there first, see what he could do.
The Smokin' Tankette
Walter Hyde goes to the Pickett Line, where the smoldering tankette lay. Hanna, Yoshida, and Barlow were all there, looking at the tank. If he were to be perfectly honest, he had his doubts that they need his service. Although as his mother said, it never hurts to try.
"I-I beg your pardon..." Walter spoke up, and then cleared his throat. "I am sorry to interrupt, but is there something I could help you three with? I could not help but notice this tankette is in critical condition."
To put it bluntly, in his eyes it looked like some toddler took a tin tank toy, ripped the turret off, and put dents into the front with vigorous slamming. Only the stars above know where that turret is now...
