[META PRP] Tear it Up [Quella & Tsarzi]

[Taki-di]

Down on one of the launch sites, a heated competition begins. Or...not? It's not entirely clear.

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A bulldozer has broken down and it's fallen to you to help get it up and running again. Either through an understanding of mechanics, a good hard smack, or handing tools off to an engineer, you manage to get the thing running again.

 

[Taki-di]

Small and steady on her feet, Tsarzi was an ideal candidate to be helping with supply distribution, able to climb atop the rows of steel beams and maneuver around. Labels needed attached to the ends of each bundle with numbers, steel grade, and intended use. Tsarzi was handed a stack of notes, a pen, and a bag of zip ties. So she was working her way through labelling stacks. S Steel, Site Delta 4B. E Steel, Site Beta 2C. It was a little tedious, but she found herself trying to pick out the visible differences, whatever they may be, between the steel intended for reinforced concrete and electrical steel. For large scale construction like this and building te platforms needed to dock the ships being recovered, the various steels all played parts. Tsarzi hadn’t thought she would get so personally involved in construction, but it was taxing physical venture that created something, gave physical, solid results.

Hopping down from the grid pile of beams and sheets she’d been marking for transfer, she halted when she heard what had become a semi familiar noise and felt and automatic tension pull her spine straighter. Her head turned, seeking the source, and there, across the way, a bit distant, she saw the bulldozer. Some sputters of smoke ran from it, but nothing utterly black which meant no bad burning at least. Certainly an issue that would need quick attention.

It took Tsarzi a couple minutes to find the supply export coordinator and hand off her pack and checklist. A quick inspection and confirmation of her efforts and she was relieved from supply distribution.

Now then.

Tsarzi stalked back to where she’d been when she saw the bulldozer before, and the heavy machinery seemed to still by idling there, a thin trail of smoke bleeding from it as it crew colder the longer it idled. Seemed no one else was quicker to the job then. The drop off in efficiency and prioritizing was irritating, but it seemed not uncommon around here. She would just go take care of it herself them.

As Tsarzi strode towards the machine though, she could hear noises, a thunk of metal and her eyes narrowed imperceptibly. Approaching as a somehow brisker pace now, she circled around to the other side and had to pause to take in the scene.

What in the world.

buzzwolf

 

[Buzzwulf]

Oh, she was REAL done with these stupid bulldozers. They were way too big and WAY too dumb, and didn't respect an old-fashioned beating.

"MOVE!" Quella yelled, kicking the stupid metal contraption. Predictably, it did not. It just sputtered dumbly and made a roaring sound. Frustrated, Quella kicked it a few more times, then jumped up onto the canopy effortlessly. Jumping up and down did not cave in the cabin as she'd been hoping, but it did produce several satisfying dents and squeals of metal. "Why... won't you... start!" she yelled jumping up and down. Oh, that was satisfying, but the dumb thing still wasn't moving. Quella was amazed at the endurance of the bulldozers, but they were getting REALLY annoying.

"Ok, you know what, bulldozer? I've had enough." She held her spear right in front of the thing's windscreen, making sure that it could see it real well. "Don't test me. I'll do it!" The bulldozer didn't flinch. Quella narrowed her eyes. These things had no survival instinct at all. None. The blueblood slowly began to count down from five.

The bulldozer didn't flinch.

With a shriek of anger, Quella drew back and drove her spear right through the windscreen of the machine with a crunch. She hadn't wanted to kill the bulldozer, but... well it was really annoying her. Strangely, it didn't seem to affect the thing much. The bulldozer still chugged quietly to itself, comfortable in it's new spear-pierced existence. Quella was confused.

Footsteps fell behind the blueblood, and she pulled the spear from the bulldozer's windscreen with a crunch and whipped around, ready to fight. It was the bulldozer's parent, angry with her for killing it's offspring! Quella tensed for something even larger than the animal in front of her.

Oh. It was another blueblood.

Quella waved sheepishly.

"Hi! I'm Quella! Do you uh... do you know how these things work?"

Taki-di

please save me from myself

 

[Taki-di]

Tsarzi looked the other blueblood dead in the eye for a second.

"Tsarzi," she introduced herself shortly, not bothering to clarify that that was what she was even doing. It was progress that Tsarzi bothered to have enough mindfulness for social niceties to bother introducing herself at all. She didn't bother seeing if the other, Quella is it were, recognized that it was a name being offered. Instead, Tsarzi was already moving forward to inspect the bulldozer more closely as it seemed there was more than just internal damage now. "Yes," Tsarzi gave in passing, another indistinct and short answer that she did not clarify in the slightest.

First order of business.

Tsarzi climbed into the driver's canopy, dodging the larger glass pieces on the floor, and shut the machine off, removing the keys and pocketing them to prevent some fool from starting it up again until it was ready. The rumble of the machine cut off abruptly, the engine going silent. It hadn't been sputtering, so that was good, but there was still smoke trailing from the engine hatch. An electrical issue maybe? The pressure released and some exhaust escaped as the machine settled.

It had been standard practice in Tsarzi's experience to keep a toolbox of the most necessary and common maintenance tools under the seat, and her experience proved correct. She pulled the box out, testing the weight. What she'd need to get this thing going again should be in here, as long as it isn't too serious of an issue.

She would not be able to fix the windshield however. Tsarzi took a moment to gaze out of the spiderweb cracked glass with a puncture in the middle. Particles of glass littered the inside and there were some larger chunks that could slice skin easily. This would need swept out. Further inspection led to making note of the damaged state of the roof, seemingly bent at random and likely unsuited for a taller troll to operate currently without the danger of hurting themself. Breathing out a deep breath from her nose, Tsarzi exited the bulldozer, toolbox in tow.

"Why did you further damage the bulldozer," Tsarzi questioned, sounder more like a plain statement than a question. Her eyes fixed on the point of the spear Quella seemed to be wielding before making eye contact once more.

Buzzwulf

:'v im sorry i took so long