Dysart - 'Legless' part 1

Who: Dysart
Where: NSD's lab
When: Unknown
98...
99...
Self diagnostics complete...
Uploading to JMC command... complete.
Reactivating unit 15, 'Dysart'.
Dysart's photoreceptors flicked to life with a dull yellow glow as a
single jolt ran through his body.
"God that took ages. Feels like I've been sitting here for weeks."
The robot/janitor/hacker's head audibility cracked and squeaked as it
moved from it's long time resting place while he surveyed the same
room that he'd been deactivated in. NSD's lab was just as nondescript
and average as he was. Besides a few token microscopes or bins of
rusting computer parts there wasn't really much to differentiate
between his and others.
Dysart sighed and opened up a clock widget in his sub-systems.
"Two in the morning. I hope those monkeys at the JMC make themselves
useful with all that diagnostics data. I can't take this body for much
longer..."
A single jolt of electricity went through the prototype's body as he
suddenly regained control of his hands and legs. He took a single
unconscious look at his hands, taking great pleasure in a new patch
release that would allow him to flex them better.
"I hope NSD doesn't mind me crashing his lab and pinching his upload
port for however long that took. I've got enough grudges on this ship."
Leaning forward as much as being verically plugged into a wall socket
would allow, Dysart's arm reached back and uncliped his body from the
wall.
Only to immediately fall to the floor like a puppet with cut strings,
sounding not unlike a trolley cart hitting the ground after being
thrown off a bridge. A prolonged growl of frustration rumbled up from
depths of Dysart's non-existent throat.
"Oh god, now my legs have given out?! That's just tears it-." The
angry little Australian look a furious glare back to his body. Only to
immediately notice that his legs haven't given out at all. They had
disappeared.
"... ... ...."
The beetroot-can sized head look up at the heavens.
"Now when I said I can't take this body for much longer- I STILL
F&#$ING NEEDED THOSE!!"
*Fives minutes of angry high-pitched curses and screaming passed....*
The exterior door to NSD's lab disappeared into the ceiling with an
airy hiss.
Inside a few metallic shuffling noises, like someone striking the
ground with a metal plate clicked and cluttered it's way towards the exit.
Armend Dysart, janitor and robot, strolled out of the lab as casually
as one can while doing a perfect handstand.
The Australian's hologram was mercifully still able to be activated.
His standard blue and white JMC standard sports jumpsuit padded his
body nicely while his leg's pointed up in a perfect vertically stint.
He actually wasn't sure what would cause more confused glances.
"Human or not, I going to do the exact same thing to them as what they
did to me...."
Options flicker through Dysart's mind as he strolled causally down the
science-level corridors.
"First of all, I'm going to have to get me some temp-legs... now...
this IS the science sector so who has leg parts...?"
At first, the AI's mind immediately thought of the ship's resident
computer genius- Lester. He scratched that thought almost as quickly
as he brought it up.
"No... replacements for SNIDE but not for me...."
He point-blank refused to be skittering along the floor for any length
of time.
Hmmm... there was that guy he didn't often see in weapons
testing...Charlie...?
"No... he has that little repulsion thingy...."
Once again he shook his head as a negative answer responded. Then a
mental brainwave streaked across his mind. Hopefully clothed.
Then Dysart had an idea. A wonderful, awful idea.
"Wait a minute... where did Dante store his armour again...?"
A huge grin slowly spread across his hologramatic face.
It was a long shot but a suit that big had to have servo-motors,
things that had servo-motors had to have computers and computer could
be hacked.... The fact that it was also a walking weapon of mass
destruction also helped.
"I know just what to do... I'm sure he won't mind me borrowing it for
a tick..."
<to be continued>
OOC: Well... erm... sorry about that MASSIVE DOWN TIME OF FATE. I just
got way too lazy and apathetic to post. Don't worry though! This story
arc ought to be gold in the hilarity department.