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[There's only one person he knows who will come over without warning and be that loud. Donnie could just open the door but he doesn't want to give Bass any ideas, so he addresses him by the intercom first.]

Bass. What is it now? Rocket shoes for your rocket dog outings?

[ Bass has his face just. All up in camera. ]

I have a cool ass rock I want you to look at!! I even read a BOOK about it.

[ he pauses a moment and then adds. ]

You also haven’t shot me with lasers yet. WHY THE FUCK NOT?!

[ DONNIES LASERS ARE TGE BEST TO DODGE AND QUITE FRANKLY HE IS INSULTED. ]

You can read?

[Snark gonna snark.]

I've told you, they're not toys! You want to dodge lasers, go to the training room.

[Donnie gives an exasperated sigh.]

But before we get off topic, what about this cool rock that you think you have need of me for? I'm opening the door so don't try anything or I'll kick you out.

[ He is not going to take that reading bait he’s not going to take it. It’s a carefully laid trap designed to PISS HIM OFF and it’s working a little but he manages with effort to ignore it. ]

Your lasers are more fucking fun though. The attack pattern is harder to read and they vary more based on the target they’re tracking.

[ Thus they are better training! And more fun! But this isn’t why he’s here he has to focus! ]

Right my cool rock. It’s called a ‘Nexus Crystal’ I think. Found it when we were all given blanket permission to go ‘shop’ at that mall a few months ago. It tried taking over my brain but I yelled into submission. I think it can be used as a power source for things. I’d try and use it to power me but I learned my lesson about jamming mysterious rocks into my energy core.

They're not meant to be fun, they're supposed to discourage people who shouldn't be here to go away.

If I go upgrade the programs in the training room will you stop using mine for laser tag?

[Because surely that can't go wrong in any way.]

Gasp, you learned something- there's hope for you after all.

[It's hard to tell if he's being sarcastic or sincere given his tone, but in this case it's both.

The massive doors begin to slide open, just wide enough to allow someone more sized to the smaller members of the crew.

Donnie's pushing away from his computer, stretching his arms over his head as he arches his back- he needed a break anyway. It seems the black portion of his arms has spread upwards somehow, now encompassing both his arms in their entirety, up to his shoulders.]

All right, so let's see your "cool rock."

You should upgrade them! I'd still come and test yours though. It's not the same unless you start yelling at me for playing with them. I THRIVE IN ENVIROMENTS OF STRIFE!

[ No one would be happy about that upgrade! Except Bass and maybe one or two other people crazy enough to do it. He strolls through the opening, rummaging through a messenger bag he's slung over his shoulder (the same one that contained The Head) and produces a large glimmering pale blue crystal the size of his fist. It has a few strands of delicate gold wire wrapped around it. ]

Here it is! It tried to take over my mind I think but it didn't work and now it's MINE! Might have ruined a marriage ceremony but honestly Sally should know better then marry anyone named fucking Jimothy. That's a name you just can't trust. Fucking screw up...

[ He squints a little at Donnie as he holds the crystal out. ]

You improving your armor?

[ He's not the most observant, except when it comes to all things combat and combat related. He's a genius at least in that matter. ]

Probably a good idea. Bolster your skinny self up.

I'll add in drones that make disparaging remarks.

[He doesn't even consider if anyone on the ship would have objections about an upgrade. It's a welcome and relatively quick thing to do, and it might be nice to work on something more code-related.]

Jimothy...

[Yeah, he can't wrap his head around that one either. Donnie snorts lightly in amusement, tipping his goggles down to have a look at the crystal.]

Mm?

[It's not like he isn't constantly working on battle shell upgrades but he doesn't have his latest version out so how did Bass?

Oh.

He looks briefly conflicted as his eyes glance at his shoulders, just as quickly skittering away like they didn't like lingering upon his latest loss. His nose wrinkles at Bass's commentary, which at least serves to pull his mind off that track.]

Oh shut up.

Anyway, cool rock- definitely can be repurposed as a power source. Did you have anything in mind?

[ He raises an eyebrow at the not response response but shrugs. It's not his business if he doesn't wanna talk about it. He's not gonna be some asshole pressing the matter. He'll be an asshole in other ways, yes, but not like that. ]

I HAVE AN IDEA YES!! [ He coughs. ] I mean yes I do.

[ He digs in his bag and produces a pad of paper. ]

Behold my genius!

[ He displays the schematics he lovingly created. ]

My initial thought was some kind of super blaster but I was observing my weapons wall and realized I have a critical lack of melee options...

[ He pauses a moment, and takes a sudden wild swerve in topic. ]

Hey you don't like... have any fucking cameras going right now do you?

[Donnie grimaces as Bass once again yells, but at least he remembers volume control this time.

He pushes his goggles back up and looks at the...schematics? Fingering his chin thoughtfully.]

...I record everything.

Well then just... delete this footage after! The next minute!!

[ A brief pause and then... ]

OR ELSE!

[ Bass this is not the time for threatening. It supposed to be the opposite. ]

Thank you. For humoring me. With this and the snank. I thought all scientists were fun killing loser nerds but you're only the last thing.

Okay.

[He says with absolutely no intention of doing so. Not that he figures there's anything Bass has been saying or doing thus far that's any different from his usual emphatic and excitable encounters.

Donnie looks up as Bass continues. With a thank you, no less, almost as baffling to hear as him speaking in a normal tone. The turtle stares for a good few seconds after, as though the guy had just sprouted a dinosaur tail.

Finally, he breathes a laugh.]

Well, I'm always happy to prove someone wrong. Anyway, it's nice having projects of a different sort to work on, now and then.

"You're the boss, Mr.Wizard." Zero gives him a quick dutiful nod. "I'll contact some vehicons and have them bring the pod up from the scrap for you."

He looks down at his gauntlet, tapping away quickly on the little holo keypad, theres a series of beeps and bloops, and then a louder confirmative boop.

"That should be with you in an hour or 2. I'll take my leave for now then."

Zero turns and heads for the Exit. Stopping at the door frame, and turning to face back. "Thanks again, friend. If you want to go grab a drink or hang out sometime... ...I'd kinda like that. I'm keen to know more about...well..." he casts his eye around the room at the tech, the art and the martial arts paraphernalia "...about you in general, I guess."

He flashes a quick grin, and then, he's gone.

"Cool. I'll keep an eye out for them." And in the meantime he can work on setting things up for Zero.

Donnie already looks like he's about to dive right back into work when Zero speaks up from over by the doorway. He smiles.

"Sure. We can do that sometime." When's the last time he's done that sort of thing anyway?

She takes her time to look at each plant, listening as he goes on about the origin and other information about each one. She wasn't as invested in various flora as he had seemed to be, but she had also been raised to honor the trees she had grown up amongst and that respect lingered for all plants in a way.

"You should see the trees back on Belecaat," she said when she found a pause in his informational lecture.

"They were tall enough to breech the clouds and their bark was blue and swirled light water and veins."

She held out her arms, where blue tattoos and scarred skin swirled and looped in beautiful tandem across her skin. "To respect the local culture, we would scar and tattoo ourselves to match the trees, to follow the traditions and show respect to the planet."

Info-dumping about tech and his latest projects is one thing, but it's clear there's a different sort of energy and a genuine love and appreciation for plants as Donnie happily explains what he's learned and what he likes about each of the specimens he shows her. While he may not really be one for forests, he still appreciates trees enough to ooh at the description of the ones Anila speaks of from her home.

"Blue? Oh...that sounds amazing. I bet something like that'd even make Leo appreciate a tree," he says with a laugh.

He looks at her arms, brows lifting. The scars look like they might've been painful, but it's such a strangely balanced design between them and the tattoos that decorate her arms. "Whoa... And that's your homeworld?"

You'd be surprised at the scientists who keep kicking the same old rusted shit ass ideas over and over who never wanna try something different fun. I'm optimized for busters, my creator would have never made me a sword.

[ He sets the crystal down near Donnie and glances around. He doesn't know what even a tenth of the shit is in here but it's kinda cool. Like you can feel the passion in the air. ]

Don't get all fuckin smug that smirk you got sometimes still makes me wanna slap ya, but you're probably way smarter then the guys from my world. Or you will be.

[Donnie grins.]

That is exactly the effect I was going for, glad to know I've nailed it.

[But otherwise these words coming from Bass of all people just stoke an odd warmth, but it's not all too different from the feeling he gets when his abilities are acknowledged by others. He's definitely archiving this.]

I imagine the scientists you're familiar with are older and aren't prone to playing skateball or flying max speed around the halls. Anyway, just because you're optimized for one thing doesn't mean you can't make use of something else. And hey, it'll give you an edge if someone just expects the one thing of you. -that pun was not intentional, by the way.

[If Bass lets him, Donnie takes a picture of the er...schematics, he's made, walking over to his computer to upload the image. With a sweep of his hand he pulls up a holoscreen to start making his own schematics based off of the thing.]

So if this rock's anything like an HEC, then it's going to have to be used as the power source because I don't think it will be able to effectively hold a stable form based on its ability alone...

[ Man he's really glad he told Donnie to erase this conversation!! Just because he means it doesn't mean he wants it to get out.

The thought of that shitty old man Wily trying to play flying skateball or whatever and breaking literally all his bones gets a laugh from him. Oh if only. ]

That's what I was always saying! I should know it all! Like what if there was some damn science beam that deactivated my armor and stuck me in my civvies? No armor no Buster! Just makes fuckin sense to learn other things.

[ He watches the screen as the turtle works. Most techy stuff just... is lost on him completely. But anything weapons related he's instantly engrossed. ]

Kinda has the same vibe as a HEC but like... It feels connected to me and also I don't think it'd make me feel like I had just drunk thirty fucking energy drinks if I DID decide to put it in my core. Not that I'm gonna do that! For the record.

[Not to worry, it's not like he uses this material for blackmail or anything.]

Good. I wouldn't recommend it. Your core's probably only designed to handle so much raw power. Forcing anything more will erode your systems, and direct infusion of power won't necessarily make you more powerful if you can't control yourself. You'll only inhibit yourself and everyone else, depending on the situation. ...so take better care of yourself, okay?

[Donnie goes to pick up his tech-bō, extending it with the tap of a button.]

So, I've been training with Esmeryl in how to wield a naginata. I wanted an energy blade with an edge, so I've borrowed on the idea of hardlight tech for such purposes.

[He activates said blade with a twist of the staff, a long, slender thing of translucent, glowing magenta.]

Yeah I'm fuckin over shoving stuff in my core, don't worry.

[ He grumbles, waving a hand. When you do that and almost explode yourself... will even someone like him is gonna take away an important lesson.

But hey, distraction now, he leans in looking over the tech-bō with sharp optics. ]

Hard light's that stuff we use in those disguise projectors, yeah? You CAN slap the shit out of something with those...

[ He rubs his chin. and then slaps his hands together like he's catching a blade. ]

Fucking... It's like that? The hard light holds the energy?

Exactly! Holoforms is the correct term, I believe.

[He tilts his head, nodding a little.]

Sort of? Hardlight shapes light and holds it to that shape. A holographic image, which is already a three-dimensional concept, and made solid. Applying a different power source adds to stability and potentially can make use of any properties that the power source offers because it's holding that energy while using it to keep its form.

[ It takes him a moment to process that. But process that he does because Donnie is explaining this cool ass glowing spear in front of him. ]

Iron and carbon. It's like you made fucking steel out of light and energy!

[ The discovery of the alloy steel revolutionized weapons back in ye olde days. Tools too yes, but it always comes back to weapons with him. ]

[Donnie grins widely at that, perhaps a little impressed for Bass to draw such comparisons.]

Cool, huh? So in this case really, the shape of the blade is its defining point. I realize you have specified here "Very Long" but I think I'm going to need a better idea of just how long that entails. ...also, within reason, because you don't want to accidentally stab someone or send yourself into the ceiling upon activation.

Good point... I don't want a frigging clown shoe of a sword. Leave that to Clownman.

[ Did he just imply the existence of a Clown Robot Master? Don't think too hard on it. ]

Hmm... I'm borrowing a piece of this.

[ he picks up a long piece of metal and swipes it through the air. He frowns and and adjusts where he's holding it and repeats a few times. Finally he lands on a length where the end just touches the ground when held down at a ninety degree angle. ]

This long.

....

[Donnie once again has to question the naming methods of these scientists.

At least Bass says he's borrowing a thing, not that Donnie would have objected too much so long as the intent became clear. He usually has some scraps on-hand and they're not all committed for projects.

With a hum once Bass is finished testing things out, the turtle steps over, pulling out a marker to make a line above where the metal's held. He also makes a line on the other side of Bass's hand as reference for the minimum length of a grip.]

Okay. How about width?

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crying i love your visuals

i love making them lmao

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assuming donnie has some scrap material in his workshop

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