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“Oh for the love of...! Come on....!!”
No matter how many times he would whack at the mechanicals on his arm to get good ol’ ‘Zoomer’ out, the little devil just wouldn’t pop out. He continued to punch at it, tap at the buttons, swearing repeatedly over and over as he tried to get the thing moving again.
Suddenly it booted up, making Zane’s face brighten up with joy - only for it to immediately come crashing down when it started to smoke and blow up, electrical sparks fizzing out from the box.
“....Just my luck. And here they say Irish luck comes in handy, but by Jiminy Crocket, this is takin’ the mick just a simmer.”, he grumbled before taking it off.
He glanced it over. The thing was as good as dead. Great. Anything else? Oh yes, ECHO device down too? GRAND! Zane’s luck really wasn’t behind him today. Fortunately, a passer-by managed to soothe over the Operative with recommending him to see Professor Wordsworth. Word has it that the guy was brilliant at fixing, tinkering and just about everything that any planet could offer. At this rate, he’d take anything he can. He’s nothing without his drone! Fortunately, he had Zane 2.0, his digi-clone, to rely on!
Approaching the man’s door, he knocked, calling out from the outside.
“Helloooo~? I’m here to see Professor Wordsworth!! He home? I got a thingy-ma-jigajig needs fixin’!”
