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You know what to do.
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milly is starting to have second thoughts about this ]
um
youre not going to be like
weird......about this.....are you?
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seriously?
you offend me deeply, m'am
my interest is purely scientific
[ Too bad she can't see him roll his eyes. ]
but if you're not concerned with baring your robo handgun to the world, most of my actually-useful equipment is down in engineering
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and i'm only 20, so that's miss to you
i'll meet u in engineering for now but for ACTUAL maintenance i would really prefer something more private, thank you
and if you DO get weird about it, i WILL punch you
so dont u get any funny ideas
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okay, spitfire, sure
just be gentle, i'm an exceedingly delicate person
see ya at 8
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[ but she is down in engineering at 8 sharp, because milly is (usually) punctual at the very least. at a glance, milly doesn't look like much out of the ordinary -- a bright-eyed, well-dressed young woman (crew uniform when she's not on duty? yuck, no thanks), a little on the tall side at 5'9, looking totally and wholly human. her dad did a good job with the synthetic skin and getting it to mesh with her real skin along the borderlines. but this girl can also arm wrestle an autobot and win. she brightens when she sees tony, sticking out a hand in greeting. ]
Tony, right?
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He seems momentarily surprised that this is the kid who'd cheerfully threatened him via text message, but he doesn't cut an overly intimidating figure, himself. The goggles strapped to his head make his hair stick up in every direction, and there's a smudge of motor oil on his forehead. The only thing out of sorts - and probably noticeable to someone living with bionic implants - is the circular blue glow coming from the center of his chest.
Both eyebrows go up, but he takes her hand. ]
You're in the right place. "Starbreaker"?
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That's right. But you can just call me Milly. [ her eyes stray to the glowing implant in his chest and her eyebrows raise slightly, but she's polite enough (generally) to not blurt anything right out. she glances down at her hand and realizes there's now motor oil on her synthetic skin, so she picks up what looks like the cleanest rag to wipe it off. ] Starbreaker's my codename. So...you're an engineer, huh?
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[ He gives her an appraising look, stifling the faintest of smirks when she moves to wipe off her hand. ]
And you're a superhero?
[ He already knows he was totally right about that. Who else has codenames? Codenames that silly, for that matter? ]
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[ milly's mouth tugs into a grin and her eyebrows creep a little higher. she's not impressed yet, tony, although she can tell definitely he's not your average tinkerer. her hands go to her hips, head tilted. ]
Yeah! I mean, I'm in the West Coast Trailblazers program now, but I was totally doing stuff before. So about...two years now?
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[ Tony gives her a challenging look in return, but it mostly seems to be amusement. At the end of the day, he's got a weakness for young people with big ideals, and this kid seems like the type. ]
And that's, what, a superhero team? You guys all live in a tower, respond to the Trailblazers symbol, go kick supervillain butt?
[ It all might've sounded mocking from someone else but from Tony, somehow... it doesn't. ]
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Oh, no, that's Alpha Force. We don't have a tower, just dorms. [ not that she lives there. and then she realizes how lame she just made that sound. ] It's -- a training program. Or -- more like apprentices! Yeah, that sounds a lot better. But I did a good year or two as a vigilante before that.
[ her resume is pretty colorful for a superhero who's only been active a couple of years. ]
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[ It would be pretty hypocritical otherwise, all things considered. ]
Though, personally, I wouldn't wanna maintain extensive cybernetics if I were fighting off cartoonish villains on the regular. Sounds exhausting.
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I mean, they'd need maintenance whether I was superheroing or not. [ buuuuut...it definitely ramps up the frequency of dents and dings and necessary repairs. ] But my dad does most of the work, and he's never been a big fan of my caped career, but he doesn't ever complain about the work. He says it's good research.
[ she keeps her voice bright, but a frown flickers momentarily on her face. her dad is kind of weird about it sometimes. ]
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Yeah, well, hopefully there won't be much here that requires more than the occasional tune-up. Think of it as a vacation?
[ He says, a scarce week or two before everything goes to shit. Whatever.
He makes a vague gesture towards her arm. ]
It would be pointless to pretend I'm not curious.
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It's like I said. I was in an accent when I was a little kid. I was seven. My father's a cyberneticist. Kind of a big one. [ the "net worth in more digits than a phone number" kind of big. ] He's head of Mintaka Industries...not that the name would mean anything to you.
[ she flexes her fingers again. ]
There were these robotic aliens in LA -- Cybertronians. There're a bunch of them on the ship, you'd have to be blind to miss them. Anyway, they transform, just like my hand. My dad worked with some of them and got a bunch of new research data out of it, so...voila. Transforming gun hand. Oh, and he overhauled my whole fuel system based on their physiology. Bye-bye power cells, hello energon. Pretty neat, huh?
[ it would have been neater if he told her he was going to do any of this before he did it. ]
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[ Tony eyes her hand with interest as she flexes it, watching how it moves. It really is shockingly seamless, the way it can blend with human flesh. You wouldn't know. ]
But you just told me more about our giant robot pals in two sentences than I've gotten from several conversations with them. Can't say I actually know what energon is, though, unless it's just some silly alternate universe name for something I'm already familiar with.
If you tell me it's rocket fuel or something, I'm gonna be so disappointed.
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Well, kind of, except not. It's a special kind of fuel. More like food for them than fuel, really. Or...more like a meal shake, I guess. It's got way more of a kick than rocket fuel. I can run on less than a liter for days -- weeks, if I'm really conservative about it, but if I use my blaster it tends to deplete faster. But I've only ever had synthesized energon. I bet the real thing is even better.
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[ AND HE HIGH-KEY WANTS TO GET HIS HANDS ON SOME, MAYBE. Sign him the fuck up. ]
And if you're not, what happens when you run dry?
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[ she waves a hand. ]
Anyway, I've never had any real fuel emergencies. The Cybertronians here have energon, but it's not exactly a surplus item here. Ratchet keeps some in our room so I can get to it more easily. But with all the Cybertronians on the ship, I don't think there's enough to be using it to power the engines.
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[ Tony doesn't actually seem all that choked up about the lack of energon supplies for him to play with, all things considered. (There's always the mail drop, after all.)
He tips his head toward the engines looming on the other side of the expansive engineering room. ]
It's just as well, because I don't think you'd wanna be chugging anything we put in those, anyway.