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Transmigration 9: Brave New Worlds

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Gonna need a bigger hammer [After SHODAN]
notadamnangel wrote in trans_9
The Precinct was in bad shape. No question, that AI bitch did a number on a lot of places. That wasn't the worse part however. The worse is the increased casualties in the pods that were slaughtered. If he wasn't so busy taking down robots and trying to keep safe the crew that they could...

Well. At least swinging a hammer made a better use for diffusing rage as opposed to other methods. He couldn't afford to curl up in a bottle this time either. Tempting as it was. Still he felt he couldn't even keep his damn promise to Leon a long time ago to protect the ship and the crew.

He grimaced before hammering another board to shore up one of the windows for the time being.

Nearby, Xander was also hammering. Dean had called him to bring some tools over to the Precinct, and he could see why. He was going to be busy for months at this rate with all the mess SHODAN left behind. He was still upset with what happened in the pods, but there was only so much that could be done. Still if they had such a hard time with this, it was a big blow of morale for taking out the Ohm. Still he didn't point it out to the Security co-head. Guy clearly had enough on his plate, and looked like he needed the distraction of re-building as much as the construction worker did.

(ooc: Two-fer post, talk to Dean or Xander. Just indicate preference at top of post or subject if available.)

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Elisa hadn't been able to make it to the precinct during the attack. She'd been pinned down in Castle Wyvern, helping to defend it against the attacking robots and trying to make sure it remained a safe haven for those who needed it.

She hadn't been able to get to the pods, either. The casualties were reminder of how vulnerable the sleepers were. And the crew - the people should have been protecting them - had failed them.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, but they couldn't afford to dwell on it when they needed to prepare for the next attack. They had to get back to normal. Back to the war.

"What can I do to help?"

Dean glanced up, and briefly wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Hey Elisa. Just trying to fix some of the supports in here. Welcome to grab some spackle for the walls over there." He gestured to some holes in the office walls section. Some of the desks were beyond repair, but the building was still structurally sound.

"I can definitely manage that," she said with a half smile, shrugging off her leather jacket and putting it somewhere safe while she got to work.

She surveyed the damaged building, reminded despite herself of the time that her precinct back in New York had been destroyed by the hunters.

"It could have been a lot worse. At least we're still standing."

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