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Robin (Dick Grayson)
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6/28 // Robin, OPEN

Date: June 28, after his intercom announcement
Characters: Robin, OPEN to all characters
Location: Rec Room
Summary: Robin found dying unpleasant the first time around, and attempts to brainstorm how to avoid doing it again.


Robin paced back and forth in the rec room, wearing a hole in the floor... or possibly burning one with his serious glare. His brain buzzed at a hundred miles an hour. Options... deflect it, destroy it... or dodge it. But how...?
Tags: *log: open, [doctor who] the master, [red vs blue] pvt. leonard church, [sandman] delirium, [stargate] col. samantha carter, [teen titans] robin
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Church had already been on his way to the rec room, and so it wasn't long after Robin's announcement that he came on in through the door. "They're not gonna show up, you idiot. Clearly, nobody cares, since hardly anyone turned up last time I tried to get shit done about this. I dunno what you're expecting to happen."
Robin glanced at Church as he came into the room, but did not interrupt his pacing. "What I'm expecting to happen is I'm going to figure out how to avoid experiencing my painful gruesome death for a second time, and hey, you're here, so you can help me." Pace pace pace.
Sam's voice came over the intercom.

"Robin I'm a little busy right now trying to solve the problem , to come to your lets put our heads together and solve the problem meeting. However one thing I might recommend you do if you're really worried about trying to avoid the next collision, is to tell ISES to fire our maneuvering thrusters for a few seconds. You can either change our trajectory or change our rotation rate. For myself I'm almost interested to see what happens if it kills us all again."

((Won't be posting again in this thread unless you guys decide to hunt her down in the machine shop.))
Robin blinked, snapped his fingers, then turned and strode over to the intercom. "Good idea, Sam! I was just getting there myself... I'll have to calculate how much we need to move to avoid the meteor, and what kind of movement would be the most efficient use of our limited fuel... I'll have to talk to Isis...." Robin shook his head. "...Yeah, I dunno, Sam, that's way too big of a risk to take. People have died and they haven't come back. And I dunno about you, but my death kinda sucked. I'd rather not go through that again, even if we could be sure it wasn't permanent. ......What are you working on?"
from the intercom "You're right of course, it is entirely too big a risk to just sit around and wait.... I'm rebuilding the point defense system I came up with the first time around, and was a few seconds late bringing it online. I should be able to install it this time in a couple hours. It should be able to take out any threat up to about 500kg, and probably should be able to break up targets up to several times that mass. I'll leave you to your calculations."

((yep, very silly.))
In the control room the Master looked up from his portable, their conversation over the intercom finally breaking his concentration on the detection system he was working on. Intending to tell them to just meet halfway and talk like reasonable people, he stepped over to the intercom, but before he pressed the button he paused. A point defense system. If they could destroy the meteors long enough before impact, they wouldn't have to steer the system away, nor would they have to worry as much about the debris. "Not to condone having entire discussions over the intercom, but Sam, what are you using as a targeting system?"

((Once more, with detail.))
Again over the intercom, "It's a high frequency radar array connected wirelessly to my laptop computer for computation, the laptop again wirelessly controls an articulated weapon mount, mounted with my energy weapon side arm. The array will disintegrate an incoming object who speed and trajectory indicate a threat."
Church shook his head a little and turned to Robin. "Man, we have some serious tech geeks stuck with us, don't we," he said, a little stunned by Sam's ingenuity.
Delirium walked into rec room, looking somewhat unsure. She held both hands out in front of her, cupped together like she'd caught something, and glanced back and forth between Robin and Church, not sure which to address.

"It's not the same anymore," she said, frowning down at her cupped hands.
Radar... the Master shook his head. He wished he'd been thrown into this with some of his own technology. Though, as a consolation, the technology from Carter's universe was quite intriguing. "Your personal laptop?" he asked over the intercom. There was no way he'd let just one person have control of the defense system. "Just a moment, I'm coming over there." He tucked his portable under his arm and headed toward the machine shop.
Robin had been about to reply to Sam when the Master cut in. Shrugging it off in favor of more immediately important concerns, he turned to Church, smirking just a little bit. "Yeah, it's just about the only thing we have going for us." He opened his mouth to continue when Delirium walked into the room. "Uhhhh what's not, Delirium?"

((Oh god is she going to gas Robin with ammonia again? XD))
"The CLANG from yesterday sounded the same, so I wanted to know if it might be different or really the same one. I found pieces of it. Maybe this is the N, or the L..." She stopped and bounced on the balls of her feet for a moment, trying to concentrate. She kept her hands cupped together tightly, not wanting to let her CLANG out until it was good and described. "But the rest is invisible now and I can't make it look how it used to."
"...You're seriously trying to put the meteorite back together," Church stated flatly as he watched her. "Well, fuck, why not. Not like anyone else has anything more constructive to do right now."

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Sam walked back over to her laptop to finish coding the targeting algorithms. Hopefully the Master's presence would be helpful and not disruptive. She was still fairly upset, and had been trying to lose herself in her work.
The Master entered the room a few moments later and took a seat across from Sam. He wasted no time in sizing up her mental condition as he set his portable on the table and turned it on. She still seemed rattled. Vulnerable. In nearly any other situation he'd use this to bring her mind under his control, but for the time being he was far more concerned with not dying again this week.

"What do you have so far?" he asked, brining up his own version of a targeting system on his portable for comparison.
"Nearly everything," she said as she typed a few last keystrokes than left the program to compile.

leaning back she let herself relax a little as she said, "It's been mostly a matter of retracing my steps. I had a fully functioning prototype before it was deleted along with everything else except our memories," her tone was mostly one of pride in her work, though there was still a slight undertone of bitterness.

On the adjacent table were the radar dish and weapons mount. They looked complete except for the marked absence of a weapon which still sat in its holster on sam's thigh.

Looking over at Cyril screen she asked, "So what have you got?"
"How long have you been working on this?" he asked, skimming over the program as it compiled. It was a lot of work to have finished in a few days, at least for someone from the early 21st century. Not to be outdone, however, he turned his portable toward her.

"Mine is based on a loose satellite array in orbit around us. It eliminates the problem of radar blind spots," he said, noting the single radar dish.
"I've been working pretty much continually since I came back inside after finding myself not dead. Definitely been burning the midnight oil," she gave a crooked smile. "And sorry about my outburst the other day, you were quite right, a threat to our existence is a threat to our existence regardless of whether this is a simulation or not."

Taking a look over the program on Cyril's portable she considered, "This would certainly eliminate the radar blind spot. Are the satellites been built? Do they carry onboard weapon systems? Do they have engines to correct for orbital perturbation?," her questions came in a rapidfire string as she absorbed the material.
"No need to apologize," he said placatingly, not wanting to pursue that thread any further. He was still wondering why he'd even cared enough to argue the point the day before. The humans could all throw themselves into chaos without it affecting him terribly much, and at a few points in the recent past chaos had been exactly what he was aiming for. It worried him that, perhaps, he'd said it to convince himself.

"I have a few working prototypes, but it won't be complete in time for the repeat showing. I was just going to move us out of the way for that, which is what I assume Robin will be working on now. Power is always an issue here, so the weapons will be separate and on the surface so we don't have to pull the satellites down to recharge them if we come through a dense asteroid field." His gaze fell to her sidearm, the crux of his curiosity at the moment. "How is your weapon powered?" he asked.
“Power crystal,” she said. “It can fire about 300 shots before it needs to be recharged. Not that I currently have the ability to recharge it here. And unfortunately unlike the mass detectors, this is liberated alien technology with no convenient manual. We still don't know all its details, and haven’t managed to reverse engineer them. But they're highly effective weapons that you don't need to understand all the details for in order to shoot them.” She shrugged, “that’s us humans for you.”
"That's the military, Colonel Carter," he said, thinking back to the Time War and the countless weapons both sides had devised without fully understanding them. "Anyone's military. Though humans don't make as much of a show of hiding it."

"300 shots is fairly limiting. May I see it?" he asked, holding out his hand. He'd seen a great number of energy weapons in his time, but this particular design was completely unfamiliar. Still, he had no doubt he could reverse-engineer it, given the chance. Whether they had the right materials to recharge it would be another matter. "What type of crystal does it use?"
"Sure, I really couldn't tell you offhand what sort of crystal it uses, but I'd be happy to share with you whatever I've got in my database on the weapon and what we know of Goa'uld crystal technology," she said pulling out her Zat and handing it to him. "Yeah it is quite limited, I hadn't intended it as a permanent solution just a stopgap measure till we cleared whatever cloud we're moving through. It only has juice to disintegrate about 100 sizable asteroid fragments as It takes three shots to achieve the disintegration effect. Against a human, the first shot stuns them, knocking unconscious most people by overloading their central nervous system. That's why I usually kept it on my person; if something got out of hand here I'd have a quick nonlethal option. However, the second shot to the same target kills, and a third shot disintegrates through the local suspension of the electromagnetic force in the target."
"Basically, a compounding residual energy build-up..." the Master theorized as he took the weapon, looking it over but stopping short of firing it, curious though he was. It was refreshing, that someone in this prison was willing to share information. "I'd like to look at that database," he said, handing the weapon back, setting his desire to dismantle it then and there aside, at least until it wasn't their only line of defense. "Let me know when it needs recharged. I'm sure I can work something out."
"Yeah, that's basically the theory," Sam acknowledged as she took back her weapon. Fully aware that what she was about to do would have her superiors in the IOA having fits, Sam said, "I'll just download the whole thing onto your portable including all my notes. I assume you've increased the storage capacity of this thing already?," she asked as she tapped her finger on his portable.
She figured the IOA could go take a hike, they weren't here and if she couldn't find a way to get home it wouldn't matter anyway. Her hope was that this Time Lord who had proven to be very knowledgeable and resourceful, if somewhat overly inclined to take risks, could find a method somewhere in her research to help them get home or maybe just move the research along and keep things interesting while she was here.

The Master nodded. "Unless your database has the better part of a solar system in it, there's room." It was a slight exaggeration, yes, since resources were sparse here, but he doubted she had more information than his portable would hold.