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(tag General Grievous)

Ah, the California desert. It had been too long. No, really, way too long.

Anika had taken the softtop down on her rental jeep, and as far as she was concerned, the sky was the limit. Or actually, any place was the limit after the medical convention she'd just had to deal with in San Fransisco. Now granted, San Fran was no where even near Los Angeles which was a good thing. Even thinking of that city and the plague of undead she'd dealt with was near enough to give Ani hives.

But now the convention was over, and she had two more days until she had to give back the jeep and fly out. Two more whole days, she thought to herself. Go parasailing? Boating again? No, not this time. This time, since she hadn't been able to bring her motorcycle along (or drive it across country) Dr Nuttal had decided on hitting the desert once more, and just taking the jeep out on the dunes,miles from the highway, far from humanity.

After all, she wouldn't be able to get lost, even if she tried.

Slowing her jeep to a halt on top of a dune, Anika sat in the driver's seat, staring out at the sun setting in the west. The sky was a brilliant collage of pinks, golds, orange and purples, and the sun was just a half-disk on the horizon. And behind her, in the East, the very first stars were already beginning to show.

It was the perfect time for peace, for contemplation, for

"What the hell?" There was a huge flash of light behind her, and a rumble that sent the sand skittering under the tires of the jeep. Earthquake! "Oh god!" The world lurched, the jeep slid sideways, and Ani slammed her head against the metal bar of the roll-cage. A cloud of dust came up and enveloped the vehicle and it's driver and weakly Ani tried to wave it away while coughing, blinking her eyes.

"Oh, oh my head." Oh god, what the hell happened? Anika looked from one side to the other, trying to see out the rear-view mirrors, but her vision was still blurred. Trembling fingers reached for the latch, opened the jeep door. On unsteady legs Dr Nuttal climbed out of the jeep and - still holding on to the frame - turned to see what the hell kind of bomb had gone off behind her.

No. No way. A plane had gone down, had crashed out there in the desert! She could see the metal gleaming gold in the brilliant sunset. Gold and silver crushed wreckage lay behind her, and a thick black smoke slowly rose into the sky from the main assembly. Without a second thought the young doctor climbed back into the jeep. After a couple tries to get the key into the ignition Ani was spinning the steering wheel and spinning the jeep, and spinning around to head toward the crash to see if she could assist any survivors.

The closer she got to the crash however, the more she came to realize that it was no plane, not even a small one. What on earth had come down, a satellite? An observation - something? Finally the human stopped the jeep and just stared, not believing what her eyes were showing and her mind was trying to convince her of.

She couldn't call it what it was, didn't want to call it what it was. It had to be an experimental military plane, it just had to! Because the alternative was unthinkable.

She spoke to herself as Ani carefully opened the door and stepped out of the jeep. "Anika, you don't want to do this, you really shouldn't do this. Dammit, I've watched this scene in Independence Day, and I am no Will Smith. I am gonna get my ass killed."

"Hello?" Oh that was stupid, she thought. As if aliens speak English, right? But then again...

"Hello? Is anyone in there?"

Date: 2017-05-24 09:14 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] generalgrievous
He looked from her to the cable to the droid and back to her again.

"This had better not be some trick," he said, suspicious but the main risk was to the droid - and he didn't much care one way or the other about that.

He hoisted the battle droid up, opened up a panel in its back then held the body out toward her. "Here. Attach the power source to this." There seemed to be some sort of piece sticking out that may be like a strange sort of plug. But it should be able to attach and power up the droid to some degree.

Date: 2017-05-24 09:39 am (UTC)
generalgrievous: (Close quarters)
From: [personal profile] generalgrievous
Unceremoniously, he let the droid go and stepped back. Putting his hands behind his back he appeared to be glaring, so intense was his stare.

"I hope you do not think I would be so foolish as to immediately trust a strange human being who claimed to be a healer."

But he was being fairly civil otherwise - at least to his way of thinking - and he kept out of her way for now.

Once she sent the power through, the battle droid jittered and shook, making unintelligible noises for a moment before going still.

Date: 2017-05-24 10:11 am (UTC)
generalgrievous: (Handy)
From: [personal profile] generalgrievous
Her words - no surprise - resulted in another growl from the towering cyborg but he didn't retort back, stepping away further to watch what she was doing but not interfering.

"Go ahead and do it."

Date: 2017-05-24 01:39 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] generalgrievous
There's nothing for some moments, then the droid weakly began moving an arm. Then waving it. Then a bit of a panicked voice: "I fell over!"

Grievous stalked over to it, ordering. "Get up!"

The droid seemed to be confused. "What, where?" Then it focused on the tall cyborg looming over it. "Ah... Yes, General. At once." It waved an arm around again before it found some traction and pushed itself off of the ground.

Grievous inspected it and poked at it a couple of times. "Is everything in working order?"

The droid didn't reply, standing straight and silent. Grievous kicked it.

"Sir! Yes, sir!"

The cyborg growled disapprovingly at the delay then turned toward Ani. "It looks like your idea was successful."
Edited Date: 2017-05-24 02:17 pm (UTC)

Date: 2017-05-29 02:22 am (UTC)
generalgrievous: (Close quarters)
From: [personal profile] generalgrievous
"Go find your weapon," Grievous ordered the droid. He assumed it had a blaster of some sort, probably dropped during the crash. The battle droid muttered a curt roger, roger before heading into the wreckage.

The cyborg General turned again to the woman.

"That is not in its simplistic programming."

So not much help there. He spoke of the droid in a rather condescending way as if he didn't think much of it.

Date: 2017-08-23 05:22 am (UTC)
generalgrievous: (Handy)
From: [personal profile] generalgrievous
"I am not a droid. Your technical tricks will not work on me." The harshness and aggressiveness remained, despite the help she offered. But he couldn't help it. Like it or not, he had been reprogrammed, despite not fully being made a droid.

He just was unaware of the extent of it.

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