Improvisation: The brain child of necesity.

<OOC – Excellent job dude, that is definitely South!>

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"So do either of you have a plan?"
"Well, we could simply shrink the cargo," Dr. South suggested.
"I suppose that would work ," Ransom mumbled.
"Say it again?" smiled South.
"I said I suppose that would work!" said Ransom louder, shouting away his annoyance that he hadn't come up with the plan. "But you will need my help."
"All I need is a few bits and pieces," Dr. South said, waving away Ransom.
"And I'd assume you'll need someone to do the calculations, unless of course you understand Bluevian's 3rd Dynamic."
"Fine! But I get to name the device!"
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“Fine! But I get to name the device!”

As he said this a fresh bolt struck the metal behind them. “I'll start the calculations then. Shouldn't take me a moment or two.” said Ransom, pulling a data pad from his pocket. “Yes, yes,” said South, starting to rummage through his shoulder bag, Reggie scurrying out of it and onto his shoulder, “just don't screw any of them up, or we could be in very big trouble.”

“Sorry, do you want to do them?” Ransom sounded indignantly. “Just get on with it you two!” shouted Cassandra, who was ducked down behind some crates near Jay as the wayward spider bot kept spewing untrained energy bolts at them, the crew taking pot shots at it from cover. “Now let's see...” South started, “...first I need a circuit board of some kind, with a lot of computing power.”

He pulled out a psi-scanner from his bag. “Ah! This should work, now all I have to do is—Jamie?” he asked, more energy bolts splashing against the containers, “You got a hammer?”

“What?” the engineer was obviously puzzled. “Why would I have a hammer on me?”

“You're an engineer aren't you? I just need something heavy.”

Jay frowned, reaching over and pointing to a steel pipe near Jamie. He picked it up and tossed it over. “Thank you!”
South picked up the pipe and Ransom looked up. “What are you going to--” South brought the pipe down heavy on the side of the scanner, splitting it in two before pulling it's circuitry out. “Sorry, you were saying something?” south smiled looking back at Ransom. “Never mind.” he sighed. “It's just that you didn't have to break it.”

“Just get on with the math brain boy and let me work!”

Ransom was about to retort when another blast of energy splashed against his cover. “Now I need power supply of some kind, something that can generate a field, but I haven’t anything with that kind of amperage.”

“Why don't you use an isolated sonic repeater?” Ransom looked up from his calculations. “Nah, haven't got one, besides a sonic generator that powerful would have be big.”

“Not if you isolate it to a building resonance pocket field.”

“But a self contained generator like that would take years to build up.”

“Not if you--”

“Oh I know!” South yelled, starting to stand up before ducking back down again, “Oh nearly forgot; Cover!” he yelled, putting Reggie on the ground and leaping over the barrier without much warning. The crew responded as quickly as they could, firing their weapons at the spider bot, who despite being uncoordinated still proved to very agile against their gunfire. South slid up next the downed Grovely-Mech. “Who's that!!?” demanded the droid. “Hi there!” beamed South, climbing half way up to smile and wave in the androids face before hopping back down and pulling Achiver weapon from it's holster “I can't move! My systems are offline. I demand that you reboot them at once you free loading scum!”

“Ah, well, I'd love to, but right now I just really need to borrow this!”

“What are you--?--”

South trained a pulse pistol on the Grovely-Mech's shield generator housing and turned his body away, letting loose a flurry of fire onto it. “Brilliant!” he said when he'd finished, turning to the hole in the machine's armor and reaching in, pulling from the wreckage an internal shield generator half the size of a football, following the leads coming off it to a small metal encased plasma reactor nearly twice as large. He quickly disconnected them and wrapped them in a his towel before dislodging a large segment of metal from the mech's plating. He propped hmself up again to look into the Grovely's face. “Thaks!” he beamed, patting him on the head, before scooping up the towel in one hand wield the metal plate as a shield in the other.

He broke for the barricade where he was working, energy bolts pinging against his shield wildly, half way there he hurled the towel like an experienced ice curler before breaking into a faster run and leaping over the barricade, laughing and yelling like a mad man. “I like this!” he half yelled happly as he landed. “I'm glad you're enjoying yourself!” yelled Jay above the gunfire, “but we've got more company!” he pointed over the barricade at two more spider bots arriving from the vent in the walls across the cargo bay. “Hurry it up!”

“Right sir!”

South quickly wired the generator and rector to the circuit board before cursing. “I need a capacitor!”

Jamie reached into his pocket and ruffled about for a moment. “Will this work?” he asked, tossing South a small black cylinder about the size of the tip of one's pinky. He caught it and smiled. “Yep.”

He plugged it into his contraption, starpping the whole thing onto the metal plate he'd scavenged. “Grenade!” someone yelled. “I need a dish to focus the beam, anything metal will work.” there was an explosion that shook the floor, sending one of the droids apart. “Like that?” one of the crew asked. “Like what?” South asked, looking up. There was a soft metallic skidding coming towards him. It was the camera dome of the destroyed spider droid. “Oh...yes,” he smiled, “like that! Now...” he said looking around, “I just need something ductile to attach it with.” He saw something glinting on Evelina's head. “Are those real gold?” he asked, and puzzledely reached up to hears ear, toughing the hoop earring gently. “Ye-yes?” she said, wondering why he way asking. “Can I borrow one? Just for a moment, as a conductor. Don't worry, you'll get it back.”

“I don't see why not...” she took her earring off and handed it to him, South quickly turning back to his work and wedging the piece of jewelry in place. “Aha!” he exclaimed, “Ransom? You have that calculation ready?”

“Just a second to prepare the upload, aaand....” a second spider bot erupted into a fiery ball and fell to a heap on the floor. Ransom leaned over to the data port, reaching around South. “And here we go!” he said, jamming a tubular device against it, the contact emitting a small rapid chirping sound. “All finished.” he beamed. Just as he said this the third bot wobbled in circles, it's gun sputtering wildly before falling to the ground with a skitter and twirling itself around on one leg. “Ladies and gentlemen,” South stood up, placing the device on a waste high crate, “I give you--”

“We give you.” Ransom corrected. “Yes alright, we give you, the Size Manipulation Energy Generator!”

The crew stood still and looked at him. “I said we give give you the Size Manipulation Energy Generator. ..Anyone? No...” South let his hands drop by his sides. “The S.M.E.G.?” someone asked. “Yes, it's the S.M.E.G., I really it that name, it literally is 'the S.M.E.G.'.”

“Thought of that all by yourself did you?” asked Ransom. “Oi, shut up brain boy. While you were doing the easy stuff I was doing all the leg work.”

“Well, I'll admit it isn't half bad...for a botanist.”

“How many times? I'm a biologist, and one under fire at that.”

“Just the same where does a botanist--”

South held up a finger and Ransom smiled. “--biologist, know how to do that from?”

“Biology was my first major, I went back for applied and theoretical physics, which is pretty much useless unless you know how to apply it, so..” he straightened up and lowered his voice, “I took a cheap online class for electronics.”

“That's all and good,” Jay cut in, “but will it work?”

“Only one way to find out, fire up the S.M.E.G.”

they pointed it at a mound of crates in the corner for practice, and the two began explaining in brief what it should do. “It should dramatically reduce the amount of empty space between the molecules by reducing the static field bonding them together, thereby shrinking them....or disintegrating the target. Either way.”

“and when we want to make the things big again we just reverse the polarity.”

The others gave them a look that simply said 'shut up and get on with it'. “Right, so, here we go.” South reached down and pressed a switch. All was silent. “It's not working, it should be working.” said South, looking it over. Ransom reached over and turned on the power. South frowned. “Right, so,” he sounded slightly annoyed, “now here we go.” and reached for the button.

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OOC – Does it work? Also, sorry for the length, just got carried away with it :)
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