In the days following the Giva mission, R0-GR sets up some shelves to cordon off his own area of tech storage. He’s building a weapon, and perhaps he could easily get what he requires from the armory, but he could not call himself a starship engineer if he could not make this simple piece of technology.
In this little sanctuary, suspended above a table, lies a metal rod slightly less long than Roger is tall. He wears a pair of goggles as he works on it, but what is so special about it may not be evident except when he attaches two wires together, causing violet lightning to surround one of the ends.
He is especially careful as he works with such a dangerous weapon. Whenever he’s not working on it, and even when it’s done, he puts it in a locked box marked with various warnings, some straightforward and accurates, others making inaccurate claims such as ‘CONTAINS ENERGON - DO NOT DRINK,’ ‘BIOHAZARD,’ and ‘RADIOACTIVE WASTE.’
Yet, sometimes, he’ll take it to the training room and reverently hold the staff. Sometimes he’ll even experimentally swing it. More often, he’ll try to train with a similarly sized wooden staff and the blaster pistol he’s carried since the day he arrived. Often, he’ll do so in the simulation room against simulated swordsmen. Or he’ll just watch holograms of MagnaGuard droids fighting with their own electrostaffs.
Elthree has a project of her own to work on these days, making near-constant improvements and alterations to her new arm. She's just about perfected the wrist mounted missile launcher, but she's still tweaking the energy shield, trying to use the nadion particles she's copied from Jim's phaser to stabilize the energy source.
She steps into the tech storage room to fetch a coil of wire when she sees Roger locking something staff shaped into a box stamped with various warnings.
"You're not actually powering your electrostaff with energon, are you?"
"What? No!" The fact that a voice came from behind him immediately puts him on edge, just for a moment. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't considered it, but he knows so little about what energon does or how it works that he didn't actually make any attempts to figure out using it.
He returns to finishing locking up the box and putting it on a shelf as he says more "I just don't want anyone else opening it. Someone could touch the wrong part and die."
He then turns to face Elthree. "But also it's because it's mine."
He doesn't have to say anything further. Elthree understands the value of having something that is yours, and wanting to keep it that way. She'd behaved much the same way, when she first started working with Lando, and he'd allowed her space of her own on the Falcon to keep the things that were hers separate from the things that were his, or those that were communal.
It's something most droids don't get to have very often, so she understands why it's so precious. So she just nods, continuing past him to fetch the things she came in here for, the parts and pieces which will eventually be the newer, upgraded arm she's developing for herself. The one she has now was a good prototype, but there's always room for improvement.
"How's it coming along? Have you found someone yet to teach you how to use it?"
"It's been going well so far, but I have no idea if it would hold against an actual lightsaber yet. Honestly, I'm not sure I want to."
"Finn's been training me how to use staffs, and I've been trying to learn from simulations from my memories of Jedi. Rowan got really good at using lightsabers from them, so I figured I'd try it myself." Although he'd been altering the simulations to make them less reminiscent of the Clone Wars, because just reliving the memories as they were had been rather painful.
"That's good. I suppose you'll have to have Finn put it to the test against his lightsaber once you think it's ready."
Lucky for them they have a lightsaber-user among the crew to test it out with. And doubly lucky that it's not someone like Darth Vader, but rather Finn who Elthree doesn't believe has an evil bone in his body.
"Finn has a lightsaber!?" It would seem he put the Kyber Crystal to use. Not a use Roger can say he approves of, but it's not Roger's crystal. At least it means he'll get to actually test the staff, as L3 says.
"Yeah. Pace and Lena's youngest kid. He's not a Jedi, but he is really powerful with the Force. Even back when he was a kid, he could build starships with his mind in minutes, find Kyber Crystals anywhere in the galaxy, and use them to make weapons that could tear apart anything from Star Destroyers to moons. And like I said, not a half-bad lightsaber duelist thanks to my training."
"Yeah, he does. I haven't seen it, but he's told me about it."
She isn't the biggest fan of lightsabers, really. Too many negative connotations. Too much damage they could do. Her only exposure to anything Force-related had been hearing stories of Vader and then watching the old man train Luke aboard the Falcon via the internal cameras. But still, what Roger says of Rowan is pretty impressive.
"He sounds... powerful, yeah. I'm glad he had someone like you there to guide him away from any poor choices."
The guitar has fascinated Roger since he arrived on Ximilia and heard one for the first time. So slowly, he’s been taking steps toward trying to learn it. When he returned to the station and had to replace his arm, he built the new one specifically to make it easier for him to do so. Later, he managed to procure an electric guitar for himself.
Occasionally, he’d try to learn to perform it himself, experimenting with the sounds of the strings. In this process he discovered interesting things, such as how to hook it up to his own vocabulator, as if it were an amp. That had been a bizarre experience. But eventually, Roger had realized he needed a teacher. So he had asked the Doctor, the one partially responsible for his interest in the musical instrument.
So he waits outside the Doctor’s door, leaning against a wall, holding the electric guitar in his hands, idly humming to himself.
Being on the station is one of the harder moments for The Doctor. No longer given free rein to explore a new planet put forth by the Viveca and Degar. Instead, they leave him to sulk on board like some restless guinea pig.
All he can do is let his head roam free and experiment, grabbing his electric guitar and a small packet of crisps.
He then pokes his head out the door, swinging left then right to spot R0-GR patiently waiting with a guitar of his own.
“If this is about the bolt mix-up again, you can tell L3 that I’ll have it sorted by tomorrow.”
The Doctor takes a beat to look at R0-GR’s modified guitar. He can spot all the adjustments made for someone his type can play. For once, he’s not getting pummeled with an array of questions and/or complaints. And it just so happens he’s in a good mood.
“Come along then.” He signals for the other to follow as he skitters down the station halls.
“Haven’t done a real jam session in over fifty years. Now’s a good enough time to pick up.”
"Roger roger!" He follows along, quickly and eagerly.
He's not sure whether to take the 50 years comment at face value, as hyperbole, or as a joke. Even if he were a normal human, it wouldn't be impossible. But he only responds by saying "That's a pretty long time."
He continues, but they eventually make it a secluded spot in the sunroom to have their session. Somewhere out in the grass where none of the Orbers can easily peer over to see what they’re up to.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Industrial Light & Magic (Open)
In this little sanctuary, suspended above a table, lies a metal rod slightly less long than Roger is tall. He wears a pair of goggles as he works on it, but what is so special about it may not be evident except when he attaches two wires together, causing violet lightning to surround one of the ends.
He is especially careful as he works with such a dangerous weapon. Whenever he’s not working on it, and even when it’s done, he puts it in a locked box marked with various warnings, some straightforward and accurates, others making inaccurate claims such as ‘CONTAINS ENERGON - DO NOT DRINK,’ ‘BIOHAZARD,’ and ‘RADIOACTIVE WASTE.’
Yet, sometimes, he’ll take it to the training room and reverently hold the staff. Sometimes he’ll even experimentally swing it. More often, he’ll try to train with a similarly sized wooden staff and the blaster pistol he’s carried since the day he arrived. Often, he’ll do so in the simulation room against simulated swordsmen. Or he’ll just watch holograms of MagnaGuard droids fighting with their own electrostaffs.
no subject
She steps into the tech storage room to fetch a coil of wire when she sees Roger locking something staff shaped into a box stamped with various warnings.
"You're not actually powering your electrostaff with energon, are you?"
no subject
He returns to finishing locking up the box and putting it on a shelf as he says more "I just don't want anyone else opening it. Someone could touch the wrong part and die."
He then turns to face Elthree. "But also it's because it's mine."
no subject
It's something most droids don't get to have very often, so she understands why it's so precious. So she just nods, continuing past him to fetch the things she came in here for, the parts and pieces which will eventually be the newer, upgraded arm she's developing for herself. The one she has now was a good prototype, but there's always room for improvement.
"How's it coming along? Have you found someone yet to teach you how to use it?"
no subject
"Finn's been training me how to use staffs, and I've been trying to learn from simulations from my memories of Jedi. Rowan got really good at using lightsabers from them, so I figured I'd try it myself." Although he'd been altering the simulations to make them less reminiscent of the Clone Wars, because just reliving the memories as they were had been rather painful.
no subject
Lucky for them they have a lightsaber-user among the crew to test it out with. And doubly lucky that it's not someone like Darth Vader, but rather Finn who Elthree doesn't believe has an evil bone in his body.
"Rowan is... One of your Freemaker clan?"
no subject
"Yeah. Pace and Lena's youngest kid. He's not a Jedi, but he is really powerful with the Force. Even back when he was a kid, he could build starships with his mind in minutes, find Kyber Crystals anywhere in the galaxy, and use them to make weapons that could tear apart anything from Star Destroyers to moons. And like I said, not a half-bad lightsaber duelist thanks to my training."
no subject
She isn't the biggest fan of lightsabers, really. Too many negative connotations. Too much damage they could do. Her only exposure to anything Force-related had been hearing stories of Vader and then watching the old man train Luke aboard the Falcon via the internal cameras. But still, what Roger says of Rowan is pretty impressive.
"He sounds... powerful, yeah. I'm glad he had someone like you there to guide him away from any poor choices."
Guitar (Closed to the Twelfth Doctor.)
Occasionally, he’d try to learn to perform it himself, experimenting with the sounds of the strings. In this process he discovered interesting things, such as how to hook it up to his own vocabulator, as if it were an amp. That had been a bizarre experience. But eventually, Roger had realized he needed a teacher. So he had asked the Doctor, the one partially responsible for his interest in the musical instrument.
So he waits outside the Doctor’s door, leaning against a wall, holding the electric guitar in his hands, idly humming to himself.
no subject
All he can do is let his head roam free and experiment, grabbing his electric guitar and a small packet of crisps.
He then pokes his head out the door, swinging left then right to spot R0-GR patiently waiting with a guitar of his own.
“If this is about the bolt mix-up again, you can tell L3 that I’ll have it sorted by tomorrow.”
no subject
"I want to learn how to play this." He says, slightly raising the guitar. "I thought maybe you could teach me."
no subject
“Come along then.” He signals for the other to follow as he skitters down the station halls.
“Haven’t done a real jam session in over fifty years. Now’s a good enough time to pick up.”
no subject
He's not sure whether to take the 50 years comment at face value, as hyperbole, or as a joke. Even if he were a normal human, it wouldn't be impossible. But he only responds by saying "That's a pretty long time."
no subject
He continues, but they eventually make it a secluded spot in the sunroom to have their session. Somewhere out in the grass where none of the Orbers can easily peer over to see what they’re up to.
“Now…” he slumps a shoulder against a tree.
“What can you play?”