NEWS
Kincaid
Instead of going down to the small lab in his marooned ship, or anything a normal scientist would do, Cyrus had exited the bar and made his way around back to the alleyway where two large dumpsters sat.
One man's trash. The deranged scientist muttered to himself before cracking his fingers and diving in. Bags shifted, old food was tossed out as Cyrus scavenged pieces of metal. He ripped open one bag and found an old accordion, his mind turning and churning as he realized that would work perfectly for the webbing between the fingers of the hand; very fishman-like. Climbing out of the dumpster once more, Cyrus laid his treasure bare on the ground of the alley. He frowned, looking over his findings before generating a few strings to sheer off the metal.
He worked quietly and quickly, slicing and trimming metal pieces so they would fit together. He shredded pieces of the old accordion, measuring them against the spaces between the fingers before cutting small slits in each finger for the webbing to fit into. Taking the screwdriver and some loose screws out of one of his pockets, he began attaching the pieces of sheet metal together, making sure they were tight enough to hold together firmly, but not so tight that the limb would lose mobility. Taking the hand he screwed the hand in, attaching it to the arm unit he had just built. Finally, fishing around in his other pocket, Cyrus pulled out a few electrode diodes, peeling off the plastic to bare the adhesive side and sticking it in the inside of the metal frame. This way when Daimaru twitched the muscles in what was left of his arm, the new robotic arm would respond the way he needed it to.
Looking it over, Cyrus placed a hand on his hip and tapped the edge of his chin with the screwdriver,
Hrmm, yup that should do it.
Cyrus picked the arm up and threw it over his shoulder, it hung limp like a mannequin arm as he whistled and made his way back into the bar. Approaching the two men in conversation, Cyrus dropped the arm on the bar top before reaching for one of the bottles and taking a hearty gulp. He sighed before handing the bottle to Daimaru's good hand,
You're going to want this, might hurt a bit and there's going to be a small shock...I think.
Then, without any further warning, Cyrus grabbed Daimaru's nub and jammed the arm onto his nub. The electrodes buzzed, testing the muscles by sending small painful, but harmless shocks to make the muscles tense and relax. Cyrus took another swig and belched before saying,
That should do it...probably. Might want to have this one take a look at ya to make sure there isn't any internal bleeding or somethin. Cyrus said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at Fidel.
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