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[howkickassiam]

[ York's very excited this morning. He sets his phone up on an easel at the right height and distance to capture his whole body in frame, then sets it to broadcast. Before speaking, he strikes several poses to show off the item he has received—the power armor that he can remember using in his old memories. ]

Look at this shit! Look at it!

I should have had this a couple weeks ago when we were getting invaded, man. It makes me pretty much impervious to attack, and it has a healing unit with it, too. If I get hurt it'll administer pain meds and stuff to help me get through it.

I know I can't really wear it out and about on a regular basis but I sure want to.

Anyone want to do a sparring match while I'm wearing this?

Comments

[not_as_i_do]

As your Token Medical Professional, can I please at least be able to say I told you both this was a bad idea?

[howkickassiam]

Well, I guess so. I mean, it's titanium body armor with a kevlar layer underneath.

[not_as_i_do]

..... well, then.

[awkward cough]

Just don't hurt Anakin.

[howkickassiam]

[ York laughs, a big hearty laugh. ]

I won't hurt Anakin, man. He's going to be trying to hurt me.

[not_as_i_do]

Well, considering he nearly gave me a full dissertation on the science of those weapons of his, I think you should be safe on that front.

I feel like I should pat you on the heads and tell you to run along and have fun and someone will call you in for lunch.

[howkickassiam]

If you're making lunch. I'm cool with that, for sure.

[not_as_i_do]

I'll order a pizza, and you can each tell me what you want on your half, how's that? Or would you rather have Kraft mac and cheese?

[really though, a couple minutes later York gets an email from Ray's Pizza that says someone bought him a gift credit with enough for one large pie. The only note left reads: 'you kids play nice']

text;

[howkickassiam]

[ York gets the gift code and practically crows out loud, he's so excited. ]

Oh man, you're the best, you know that?

[not_as_i_do]

One or two people have told me that, sure. :) I hope it's enough. I don't know how much of an appetite either of you work up.

[howkickassiam]

I'm sure it'll be enough. If not we can always buy some wings or whatever too.

[not_as_i_do]

Somehow, I always forget that wings exist. I don't know why. They're delicious. I think it's because I'm usually more of a mozzarella stick person.

[howkickassiam]

Ooh, mozzies sound good too. You're full of great ideas today.

[not_as_i_do]

I like to think I have at least one a day, but being full of them is always nice. How's your knee holding up, by the way?

[howkickassiam]

Just great. It honestly wasn't that bad, it was just a spurter.

[not_as_i_do]

It didn't look that bad, no. But I really should have followed up with you sooner, anyway. Even if you're not officially a patient, you know? ... Though, I suppose I would have heard by now if anything had gone south.

Who was that woman that was with you? I haven't seen her since.

[howkickassiam]

Oh, Yotsu? She's my neighbor. A great mom. You probably know her kid—Elliott.

[not_as_i_do]

Oh, yes, I've met Elliott, he's very clever, very observant. Reminds me a bit of ... someone from the memories I've been receiving lately. Is Yotsu her full name, or a nickname? With some names it's a bit hard to tell.

Lucky you, though, having someone Different live so close by. It must make certain aspects of it a lot easier.

no really, please tell him

[darkforcerising]

What is bad about this?

[not_as_i_do]

[are. you. kidding him right now. are you fucking kidding. no. no you are not. he swallows back a sigh and just ... raises his eyebrows]

How certain are you that the armor can withstand the blasters? Just, you know, for a start.

[darkforcerising]

[ Well, now that you asked... ]

The melting point of titatium is 3,034°F, or if you prefer metric, 1,668°C.

The basters we have access to shoot bolts of plasma. And the temperature of the plasma is dependent on the type of gas used in the ammunitions cartridges.

The bolts melted the metal shieldings of the basic droids in one blast and they were defintily not made of titanium. But it took multiple blasts to take out the higher quality of droids, and only scorched the casings of the tanks and they were made of... what was the word, I know it, bronzium. So clearly the blasters have a max temperature blow the melting point of bronzium shieldings.

I guess we could analyze the gas from one of the ammunition cartridge to assertain the exact temperature of the plasma...

But I think it might be easier to just buy some titanium plating and test the blasters against it than take an unknown substance to a lab to analyze. There would be questions.

Could also figure out the melting point of bronzium and compare it to titanium...

[not_as_i_do]

[his head hurts now, but he's pleased, nevertheless]

The engineer's done his work well, I see. Alright. Go have fun playing with your toys... but still be careful.

[darkforcerising]

Of course we'll be careful. I'm always careful. And, I'm getting better with my new hand.

[not_as_i_do]

[ARE YOU THOUGH, ANAKIN, ARE YOU REALLY]

Good, because I'm not good at repairing mechanical things, just flesh and bone.

[darkforcerising]

I noticed I seem to have some new skills with mechanical things.

The only thing I have to worry about is breaking something I'll need materials beyond this world to fix.

[not_as_i_do]

... Well, there's always Bostiev, but I doubt they'd have anything so high-tech. [a tiny smirk to show he's mostly just being a smartass]