Y/n lived on the exoplanet Copper-9 with his father and mother, he loved messing and learning with the innerworkings of technology and sorts since he was a teenager. It was destined as his parents worked for JC Jenson before moving. He and the frien...
Y/n sat in the landing pod trying to fix his replacement robotic arm, N was sent off to get something for V and him. Much to Y/n's disappointment he was only ruining the machine as he wasn't left handed. Groaning he threw his wrench at one of the walls rubbing his eyes. 'Jesus Christ. This is impossible.' He mumbled running a hand through his hair. Over the week after the incident he's tried working on the pod to get his mind distracted from it, but proved impossible single handedly. It didn't help he still had a few bruises from the encounter and got a bad cough so it hurt moving. He contemplated having N help a few times, but he didn't fully trust him, so he turned his attention to his old arm trying to everything he could. It proved unsuccessful, it would have helped if he originally made the arm but it was a group project with his friends to try and recreate the arm he received but they never made it as advanced.
Feeling all hopes destroyed an idea came to his mind. "Hey V? Your guys saliva fixes mechanics, and what not right?" 'Yeah.' She mumbled dismissively blowing bubbles. "Mind giving me some?" Y/n asked holding out a empty container. She looked at him disgustedly eyeing him up and down. "The hells wrong with you? Why would I do that?"
"Well Im trying to fix up my old prototype arm but it keeps breaking apart and I'm hopping this will work. Like when Uzi's hand got hit with the nanite acid and N used his saliva to repair it. So I'm hopping I could use some of it to fix this." V spun around in her chair looking away, bubbles emiting from where she was facing. 'Unbelievable. When the hell is N coming back.' Y/n grumbled facing back to his work.
An hour has passed, N has yet to come back. Y/n gave up on his work frustrated and decided to entertain himself by playing the game he and N made up whenever they weren't out getting materials and hunting on N's end. The premise of the game was to count the timing of the flickering lights on the control panel and hitting a certain button on a 2'2 grid. Each light was assigned to a button, and the length determined how many times a button needed to be pressed. Basically a more complicated version of Simon says.
