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[attagirl]

[ the video starts abruptly on the exasperated face of a man in his mid-twenties. ]

Okay, so, look: I hate to make an introduction here by going "hey, I'm Axton, I need some help," but.

[ he pans the camera over to an enormous sabre turret that seems to be somehow droopy on one side. there's part of a panel missing, and a person with a keen eye might notice that some of the metal is actually slightly warped.

axton will sigh from behind his phone. ]

If anyone has some usable tools, or is just some kind of like - mechanical genius, I'm willing to work out some kinda deal. I just can't leave her looking like this, guys: it's breaking my heart.

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[video]

[mismanagement]

I'm no engineer, but if you can tell me what parts you'd need, I can check my list of supply drops.

[a pause]

Do you have the ammunition for a weapon like that?

[video]

[attagirl]

Not really sure what I'll need just let, but I can let you know. [ when it comes to basic maintenance, he's good, but as far as a total repair? yeowch. ] And yeah. Can't say I'm swimming in surplus ammo, but I've got enough for now.

[video]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh just gives him a look] How many rounds does that thing fire per minute?

[video]

[attagirl]

[ he just grins lopsidedly at her in return. ]

A ton. Why?

[video]

[mismanagement]

[ajdfsjdsf why]

Do I have to explain the concept of rationing?

[video]

[attagirl]

You're welcome to, but I don't see the point. It's not like I've been using her. [ he hooks a thumb back at his turret. ] I just don't like to see her busted up like this.

[voice]

[circumitus]

Am not a "mechanical genius", but have some tools and repair experience. Could probably help.

[Having the memories of various women, especially when one of them was an engineer, certainly has its advantages sometimes. Almost makes up for the identity issues she has.]

[voice]

[attagirl]

Yeah? You worked on anything like this before?

[ he's not trying to assess her credentials, considering he'll happily take whatever help he can get, here. he's just curious. ]

[voice]

[circumitus]

Knowledge in weapons and how to repair them came with being in the military, including turrets. So yes, have worked on something like that.

[voice]

[attagirl]

[ he gives a quiet grunt of acknowledgment, pausing to consider that. ]

Huh. Neat. I was military, too.

[voice]

[circumitus]

Figured you probably were.

[She has a way of being able to know her own.]

[voice]

[attagirl]

That's either a compliment or an insult.

[ his tone of voice implies that he hasn't quite... figured out which it is just yet. ]

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[hybridification]

Oh... hey.

That's a Dahl model, isn't it?

I... hm. I'm not saying I'll help or anything (because you're an asshole) but I could probably help. I'd need to take a closer look though.

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[attagirl]

[ oh. uh. well.

this is a tricky situation.

if rhys really is willing to help, he doesn't want to make him change his mind by being too dubious. on the other hand, he doesn't want to just let the dude stroll over and sabotage his baby, okay. ]

What would you want for it?

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[hybridification]

[Well, this puts him in an interesting position.]

Have you met Lilith yet?

I mean- not like, in general, but here in Murdercave.

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[attagirl]

[ welp, that's not the direction he was expecting this conversation to take. ]

Yyyyes? Why?

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[hybridification]

Alright.

I'll help fix your turret if you promise to stop her from murdering me if-slash-when she remembers that she hates Hyperion.

[What better to protect him from a vault hunter than another vault hunter, right?

Rhys conveniently leaves out the if-slash-when she-slash-you discovers that there's a Handsome Jack clone sitting in my cerebral cortex, but hey, as far as he's concerned, that shit is implied.]

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[attagirl]

[ ... huh. yeah. he can see why that might end up being a problem for rhys. axton considers for a moment, weighing it out: is it worth helping out someone from hyperion in exchange for fixing his turret?



yes. definitely yes. ]

Okay. IF you fix her up.

[wormintheglass]

That's a very impressive weapon you have there, Axton. Such a shame it's drooping.

[Is Bianca laughing at him? Not obviously, but it's possible.]

I'm not familiar with that specific model, but I'm very good with my hands.

[attagirl]

[ on any other day, axton would have perked at the sound of that innuendo and jumped right on it. today, though? he's too busy sulking at the state of his turret to do anything but take her literally. ]

Yeah, tell me about it. You worked on anything like that before?

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[fictionalised]

What in the Maker's name is that.

[ not here to help, sorry, just to heckle... ]

It looks just fine to me. Very... metal-y.

video.

[attagirl]

She's a lovingly modded Dahl sabre turret. And she just didn't take the transport over here super, uh. Well.

[ don't heckle he's heartbroken. :c ]

Just needs some fixing up, I think.

[fictionalised]

Ahh, yes. Right. Right.

[ this is somewhat embarrassing, but! not gonna let it show. clearly, it's turret-guy's fault for being from wherever he's from that these words make any sense whatsoever. ]

"Modded Dahl sabre turret" doesn't mean anything to me. At all.

[attagirl]

[ oh. axton should maybe be embarrassed for throwing that lingo at him, but he sort of doesn't know what the word 'embarrassed' means, so. ]

Uhhh. It's really freakin' cool and it shoots stuff dead.

[fictionalised]

Well, I'm sold! I love things that kill things. It's my favorite sort of thing.

[ "shoots stuff dead" is incredibly vague, but... it's also all hawke really needs to know to decide he likes it. unfortunately, he is way too 2000-and-late to comprehend the gun thing. ]

How does it work? Right now, I just see a hunk of metal that's too big to hit someone over the head with.