Workshop of Doom

OOC -  Joint Post (Jp) between myself and Mk.7!
Who: Mk.7, RufusWhere: Corridors and Science LabsWhen: Some point~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"I swear, next time I get my hands on some scorpions, Seymour's bed will be my first stop!" Mk.7 rounded a featureless corner, his energy half depleted from running away from Mini-Phil.
Rufus
giggled to himself as he hid in the ducting near his carefully
concealed trap. Scutters were notoriously stupid and Rufus knew this,
the Cowboy gear sat in the middle of a net in the corridor stood a
testament to this fact. Mk.7, however, was not you average scutter. He
was, however, tempted by the whips, guns, and other old western
weaponry spread out before him. Before he knew it, he was swearing
wildly, wondering who the hell had put a net there. Rufus leapt out of
the vent and hugged Mini-Phil."Good work mini-dad." He said
smiling at the midget and placing a cowboy hat on his head. He turned
to MK.7 and laughed in the way only a mad scientist could. He was going
through a phase, they happened more often the older he got. He blamed
the GELF DNA. Mk.7 continued to squirm, and various rude gestures
flashed up on his visor. This didn't seem to phase Rufus at all, and he
began to pull down the net, and thought about what he would do with his
new 'toy'."Hmmmm, you are different. Much like a Peewee I see,
but... a newer model?" He mused as he dragged Mk.7 along. "What to
tinker with first? Leg servos? Stabilizing Gyroscopes?" He hmm'ed as he
walked along."You'll get yours mate!" yelled Mk.7, who was
still squirming wildly. "Who the hell do you think you are to be doing
this to a sophisticated piece of machinery like me?" "Oh
my..... voice synth! You are an ubdated model. I didn't think they'd
managed that technology yet.... Do you like being a scutter? What do
you think of the crew?" He asked, seemingly ignorant of Mk.7's
aggression."Well, ya know, being a scutter is pretty cool. And
the crew are alri... HEY!" said Mk.7, momentarily distracted. "Unless
you're gonna give me more weapons, I don't really want you messin' with
my parts.""Well.... tough." Rufus said and set off a small EMP
towards Mk.7. "Shame, i'd have liked to chat more, but I don't think he
would co-operate." Rufus whistled as he dragged the robot towards the
Labs. *****Mk.7's eye flickered back, and he sat up
slightly. He was laid down on a workbench with over-elaborate
screwdrivers, and wrenches - the droid equivalent of a Hannibal movie
(OOC: From hell's heart, I stab at thee! For hate's sake, I spit my
last breath at thee! says:actually, replace Hannibal movie with a movie directed by Quinten TarentinoBecca says: no..... Tarentino blows).Rufus appeared with a Sleepy Hollow style pair of glasses on and a set of rubber gloves. He picked up a screwdriver. "Ah,
you are awake. Can you feel this?" He jabbed a screwdriver into Mk.7
and poked around removing a servo and a motor. Mk.7 squealed."Put
that back in me you brute!" Mk.7 squealed, attempting to move, but
seeing that all his motors were layed out in a line on a workbench
across the room "Awwww damnit." He grumbled. Rufus continued to remove
bits from the mech and study them closely. "You are interesting...." He mumbled."Well,
as interesting as I am, I like to think I'm much more interesting in
one piece, and when I can threaten you with a large gun." he said in a
relatively rational voice."You called that a gun? Sheesh. This
is a gun?" Rufus said showing Mk.7 a huge weapon. "It'll fold away into
your new shell." He said pointing to a blue metallic outer casing
across the room, but not looking at it. "New shell?" asked
Mk.7, more curious than concerned. Rufus made an 'mmm'ing noise in
confirmation whilst holding the screwdriver in his mouth and ripping
part of the motor off. Rufus jabbed at something, and the few motors
left in his body spasmed. It gave him a very brief glimpse of the shell
he had been talking about. It had no legs, but rather an anti-grav
system. It was also about the same size as a usual person. He thought
things through a bit more, and decided to be slightly more complacent."What?
You thought I was going to take you apart? Of course not! Normal
scutters and the Peewee's yea, you have voice synth and gyros and a
quasi-atomic sub particle matrix." Mk.7 could tell that Rufus was
drooling behind him and hoped that it wasn't doing too much damage. "Oh
no, I can do things with this body. But I'm not totally cruel. I'll
compensate ten fold." With that, he poked into a well hidden hole deep
inside Mk.7, and a memory chip suddenly popped out of his mouth. Rufus
grabbed it and whistled as he moved over to the new shell, and plugged
in the memory chip. "How does it feel? I'm sure I can tweak it if
you don't like it....." Rufus said and flicked a switch inside the
eyepiece that turned on the anti-grav. BIOS ran across his visor, and
'Mk.8' flashed up, before fading to his usual red cylon-like eye. The
newly renamed Mk.8 looked down at himself and checked out his new
arsenal. "Mr. Rufus, I thank you for this, but if you ever do
that again, I doubt you will live to regret it." Mk.8 then floated out
of the workshop of death. Rufus smiled to himself"I think this could be the start of a beautiful relationship"<The End!>