forum Voltron Legendary Defender (OC'S ONLY)

Started May 08, 2018 by Deleted user

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"In a way both. It has a dagger, you can pull from the side, a shoot from a fair distance and still hit your target." he answers, tweaking a few things.

"Could I help out?" Zanna asked, "I've got nothing better to do."

He hums and nods, "Sure. Go ahead and grab some tools."

"Great," Zanna grabbed some tools and walked over to Alex.

He has a wrench in his mouth as he fiddles with a few wires.

Zanna looked at the weapon. She noticed some of the wires fraying. She quickly went to work.

He smiles and nods to her, his blind eye is covered by a patch he had grabbed a moment ago from one of the desks.

Zanna smiled at Alex. She kept working with the wires.

He twists a few things, hissing through his teeth. Times like these I really wished I had all of my eyesight…

Zanna pointed out, "You missed these wires."

"Thanks, can you get them while I handle these ones?" He asks, pointing to the mess of wires he was working with at the moment.

"Sure," Zanna moved to work on the wires.

He nods in thanks as he continues his work.

Nonie sat at the bench in the hanger, tinkering with her tridents teleportation device. "Now I should be able to," She flexed her hand and the trident went from the table to her hand. She squeezed her grip and it flashed back to the table. "nailed it."

Zanna's tail began twitching with concentration.

Alex was quiet as he worked, his eye narrowing in concentration.

Zanna finished up with the wires, "Anything else need working on?"

He hums, "Nope. Test time…"

"Are you going to test it?" Zanna asked him.

"Would you like to?" He asks, giving her a glance, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Oh no," Zanna smiled, "You should do the honors, you're weapon after all."

He shrugs, "Alright…" He hefts the weapon, and aims at a nearby target. He fires. It worked. He goes to press the button and it forms around his hand into a dagger/sword but glitches and returns back to a gun. He swears under his breath.

"Close," Zanna winced, "We'll have to work on that."

He nods and opens it up, inspecting the gun's guts a bit more carefully.

"The processor that would have changed it probably wasn't compatible," Zanna told him, "If we could get a different one it might work."