03-15-2007, 07:04 AM
Andrew smiled as the rod bounced harmlessly off Tachikaze's armor; Weyr's weapon had run dry, and his own power cells had been completely refueled with a minimal amount of damage to his internal components. He had only a few precious seconds to set his M/ECA on a cycle towards functionality.
"Tachikaze. Divert 10% of reserve power to self-repair and diagnostics, and 20% to emergency repair unit" he ordered, placing his inoperable plasma blade into a compartment on Tachikaze's chestplate; A small repair bay used to temporarily fix weapon components in the feild. "Estimate efective duration of emergency repairs."
"Plasma Blade repairs will hold for approximately 5 Terran minutes." The computer droned back. Good; just enough time for him to finish the fight... he hoped.
"Reroute remaining reserve power to Weapons Control and engage" He smiled softly as Tachikaze's right arm split open and the 6 barrel minigun emerged from where the hand had been only moments beore. A compartment slid open on the other arm and a small, energy-scorched weapon barrel appeared, mounted on Tachikaze's left wrist. He struck a fighting pose, smirking softly himself, though Weyr and its pilot couldn't see that. "Let's Dance."
"Tachikaze. Divert 10% of reserve power to self-repair and diagnostics, and 20% to emergency repair unit" he ordered, placing his inoperable plasma blade into a compartment on Tachikaze's chestplate; A small repair bay used to temporarily fix weapon components in the feild. "Estimate efective duration of emergency repairs."
"Plasma Blade repairs will hold for approximately 5 Terran minutes." The computer droned back. Good; just enough time for him to finish the fight... he hoped.
"Reroute remaining reserve power to Weapons Control and engage" He smiled softly as Tachikaze's right arm split open and the 6 barrel minigun emerged from where the hand had been only moments beore. A compartment slid open on the other arm and a small, energy-scorched weapon barrel appeared, mounted on Tachikaze's left wrist. He struck a fighting pose, smirking softly himself, though Weyr and its pilot couldn't see that. "Let's Dance."
