The smaller, shyer robot of the two looks back at Furiosa and bobs his shell a little, like a tiny nod. “I’m equipped to assess physiology and… um, injuries for both organic and inorganic life-forms.”
He gets a lot more practice with the latter, of course. The reason for that is busy making a thoughtful noise to herself and kneeling to search through the chest. The orange glow of the Exo’s optics reflects off black padding and gleaming barrels as her gaze tracks across them.
“Bullets, yeah. Pure kinetic rounds. Won’t do much against energy shields but light ‘em up, but they’re more efficient than the fancy stuff when it comes to punching through bone and armor. Easier to fabricate ammo for, too.” Blaze finds the right scope half by touch, snaps the case closed before she leans back to offer it to Furiosa. She pauses then, arm resting on her knee, gaze tracking over the assembled gear.
“I did it once, you know. Got my hands on Reynard. Couple years back, when he tried to make the Winter last for good. Half the Nexus went out to fight him. He kept vanishing out of our sights, jumping into the wind. But by then I think he was right at the end of his strength, trying to hold off the spring. I managed to grab him long enough to pin him down for our Warlocks and that’s where it ended. That time.” Her distant tone turns into a snort. “Now I wish I’d gotten to punch him again. Couldn't do it afterward.”
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I’m equipped to assess physiology and… um, injuries for both organic and inorganic life-forms.”He gets a lot more practice with the latter, of course. The reason for that is busy making a thoughtful noise to herself and kneeling to search through the chest. The orange glow of the Exo’s optics reflects off black padding and gleaming barrels as her gaze tracks across them.
“Bullets, yeah. Pure kinetic rounds. Won’t do much against energy shields but light ‘em up, but they’re more efficient than the fancy stuff when it comes to punching through bone and armor. Easier to fabricate ammo for, too.” Blaze finds the right scope half by touch, snaps the case closed before she leans back to offer it to Furiosa. She pauses then, arm resting on her knee, gaze tracking over the assembled gear.
“I did it once, you know. Got my hands on Reynard. Couple years back, when he tried to make the Winter last for good. Half the Nexus went out to fight him. He kept vanishing out of our sights, jumping into the wind. But by then I think he was right at the end of his strength, trying to hold off the spring. I managed to grab him long enough to pin him down for our Warlocks and that’s where it ended. That time.” Her distant tone turns into a snort. “Now I wish I’d gotten to punch him again. Couldn't do it afterward.”