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Eight discovery

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[In the deepest part of White Chalice's machine room something is stuck between two huge grinding wheels of some engine, stopping them completely. To be precise, that something is Prometheus - and it looks like he's been here quite a while, at least since the battle that caused lots of damage to the ship. It doesn't stop him from flailing his limbs maniacally, though, hoping to gain attention of any passing technician repairing this area or any other crew member who wandered in here for some reason. Or maybe he's just doing it because he's being slowly crushed by the machine.]

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Oh no! Sir Prometheus! I shall rescue you from this predicament instantly!

[Where did Alessandra come from? Also, is being her slave/test subject worth it - perhaps it's better to let machines grind you to dust...]

[Prometheus shakes his head and frantically makes "no way" gestures with his arms, which is to say waves them to the sides and then makes an X out of them.]

So frantic! I hope I am not too late!

Do not worry! Your partially-paralyzed limbs will not have to swing around randomly like that anymore!

[For better or for worse, Alessandra is too short and her reach is limited. So getting Prometheus out will be tricky for her.]

[The robot points at the door with both hands alternately. Call others for help instead of doing it yourself!]

[Silly, sensible solutions are not in Alessandra's agenda.]

Please grab this stick! I mean, a metal rod! I shall pull with all my might!

[She produces a stick... okay, metal rod. Where did she find it?]

[Prometheus tries to grab the rod. It hits him in the head instead. Ow. He swings his arms in frustration.]

Sir Prometheus, please secure your grip! This will not do!

[Alessandra tries to adjust the rod's location and move it closer for Prometheus to grab, but that just means she accidentaly smacks him again. Curse the chibi and their giant heads - such an easy target!]

[Prometheus starts shooing the metal pipe away. Not only is he stuck here but also someone keeps beating him! Will his punishment ever cease?!]

Please stay here. I shall return shortly, with more appropriate tools!

[Alessandra departs quickly. Good thing she won't be back until Prometheus is actually freed by a certain president, because she's hauling a maul along. That hammer is almost bigger than her!]

[Was passing by when he saw Prometheus...he seems to walk away for a short while. Then after that while had passed he tore into the room with a crowbar in hand]

Don't worry buddy! I gotcha covered!

[The tiny robot throws his arms up in shock at the sight of a crowbar, strangely resembling Tobia for a moment.]

[Attempts to wedge the crowbar between Prometheus and the wheels as best as he could without hurting the mini-robo. Which is to say, considering Michael's skill at causing MASSIVE damage? Prometheus MAAAY have been better off with the wheels...or asking Michael to tear them down first.]

OH! COME! ON! What did you superglue yourself to these or something?!

[Judging by a knocked-over jar of glue lying on a shelf above the contraption, that might indeed be the case. Something in the machine creaks metalically, and judging by the robot's panicked reaction, there's a fair chance it's him. He lets out a cloud of steam straight into his rescuer's face! Probably unintentionally, but still.]

[Michael didn't let out a startled noise whatsoever to his credit. There was however a most hilarious look of surprise on his face.]

Okay..new plan.

[Michael backs off..and proceeds to hammer at the machine with the crowbar, trying to break it...or at least bits of it to liberate Prometheus. There is no possible way this could fail!]

[A stronger hit causes a piece of the machine to bend and snap off into its previous position, hitting Prometheus and catapulting him out of the engine! The tiny robot is flying towards six empty oil barrels that someone put into a triangle for God knows what reason.

He misses them all completely and slams into a crate of spare parts instead.]

[The president just watched the mechanical carnage unfold with the slightest wince. He looked at the crowbar, then at the mess Prometheus' impromptu escape from his situation caused before tossing the tool aside and running over to assist the diminutive machine. Additionally he may have knocked over those oilbarrels in his rush, but hey, who cares?]

Whoa! Hey little guy. You still alive?

[Picks Prometheus up and shakes him lightly. If there was no response he does it HARDER.]

[First action results in no response. Shaking harder makes something rattle inside the robot metalically, and his dimmed eyes return to previous glow as he starts to flail all limbs around chaotically, trying to break free. It's kinda like holding a cat crossed with an overactive monkey.]

[Holding Prometheus AWAY from his face. He remembers the Steam blast. He lets Prometheus down and regards the minirobo]

Hey, you still in one piece?

[Seems so. There are several dents and rust stains, but those were probably on the robot in the first place, right? Prometheus stares at Michael for several seconds with a gaze that quite clearly says "I want something from you" but doesn't even begin to specify what, then starts running off somewhere. Follow y/n?]

[That would be a big Y followed by a DAMN THE TORPEDOES! Anyone that passes by Prometheus may find him or herself in danger of being knocked over by a CHAAAAARGING PRESIDENT]

[Prometheus' destination is the living area. He stops by one of the doors, then points at it and assumes a combat-ready stance, prepared to pounce on the door and barge in... As much as you can when you're one foot tall, at least. Is the bad guy who threw him into the machine behind this door?]

[Probably not, but Michael's assuming that's so. What is his action you wonder? KICK DOWN THE DOOR!...And maybe have it explode to boot- oh wait, that's not his schtick]

Alright punk! Get over here!

[Aaand it's Werter's room. Who didn't see that coming? He jumps up from his computer in shock, not expecting intruders to barge in.]

W-w-what the hell!? I didn't do anything illegal!

[There's a picture of an antropomorphic, female Gouf tying up an antropomorphic, female and distressed Gundam with her electric whip on the computer screen.]

[Pauses at the..rather odd picture BUT THAT'S MERELY A FIENDISH DISTRACTION! YES!]

Alright kid! What's the big idea gluing this little fella to heavy machinery?

[A second is enough for Werter to turn off the picture. Begone! Strangers don't need to see you.]

Oh, you found Prometheus. Thanks, he was missing. What's that with the glue part?

[He looks at the robot, who located himself atop a pile of comic books in the meantime. And has pulled out one of them as if going to read it.]

He says the glue fell on him when the ship was shaking. I don't find this hard to belie...

Wait a second. Aren't you the President of Neo USA? ...Er, sir?

Yes I am! And-

Wait... it fell on him? He didn't even say anything!

[Looks at Prometheus for confirmation. WAVE YOUR HANDS AND NOD IF ITS YES]

Did it fall on you or is the kid just making stuff up?

[Prometheus nods energetically! At the notion of the glue, that is. To make sure the message is clear, he grabs a bottle of soda, pretends to be stuck in imaginary gears and is about to pour it over his head when Werter stops him.]

Thank you Prometheus, I think this pantomime got far enough. Last thing I need to do is make more mess while my roommate is gone.

Huh. Here I thought someone shoved him there on purpose.

Well... I should probably go get someone to fix...that

[Motions to the door]

You two keep out of trouble!

[Points at Prometheus]

Double for you short-stuff. No idea if I'll be able to bail you out again.

Who would hate Prometheus enough to purposely do that?

...On second thought, don't answer that.

[The tiny robot salutes the president in response. Only it's the three-finger scout salute.]

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