#classic-engineering

[time-honored-tactics]

@classic-engineering

He had spent almost a year here already, his identity as an android remaining a secret from those around the Industry. It was sometimes hard to keep it on the downlow, especially when he got injured during battle, instead of red blood, a liquid of blue would leak out of him. He was doing his best with keeping his identity a secret and his mission his top priority but sometimes it got hard.

But still he managed, lies and deception where his trade after all. 

However in a battle when one loses an arm and only wires and fluid come from the injury, it, undoubtedly, raises questions. Though apparently those would come later as the android was currently sitting on the Engineers bench with the man investigating his arm that had become detached from him.

“I would like my arm back” The Spy comments with his usual monotone voice, he didn’t need the Engineer poking around, he could do his own repairs after all.

[prodigy-maker-blog]

@classic-engineering cont.

“That’s alright” The man comments with a soft chuckle escaping from him as he takes the arm back, “It is higher technology than yours after all” Since he had came from the future due to an accident, it was surprising how quickly he had connected with Roy, mainly over science. He presses a hidden button on the arm and it changes, the skin like pattern slowly sinking away to show a pristine white casing that was hiding the wires underneath “It’s more mechanical side is hidden away, the casing helps to protect them and then the synthetic skin is to make it seem like I never lost my arm to begin with”

He could go on for hours about technology and any of the prosthetics he had, he had designed them all himself and he was rather proud of that so whenever he got a question about them he felt proud of others asking about it. At the question about reattaching his arm, it causes a little chuckle to come from him 

“Nah, I engineered it so I can reattach it with my only arm” He informs as he turns to the side so Roy could watch what he was doing. He raises the arm up to where his shoulder would be on his left, there is a bit of a spark between the counduat on his body and that of the arm he was holding before a soft zpt can be heard and he slowly moves the arm into the conduit, he twists it slightly until then a click can be heard.

He wriggles the metal fingers and he reaches over to press that hidden button again and then the synthetic skin moves back into place, hiding away that white casing to make it look as if it was just a normal arm. “Any questions?”

[blu-force-a-nature]

@classic-engineering

“What sin have Engineers committed ta deserve this kind of punishment?”

“You know what you did.”

[mydadstomjones-archive]

"Y'all alright there, son? Sad an' gloomy ain't a good look fer a Scout." He jokes light-heartedly in hopes of lifting Jeremy's spirits, even just a little. (Grandpa Roy to the rescue)

“I... no...” He whispered as he wrapped his arms around the older Engie and buried his head on his chest. Tears beginning to run down his cheeks as he tried to keep himself from sobbing. “I’m... I’m not okay.” 

[griiseo-archived]

"So...uh, yer the new teammate, huh?" He asked as he removed his hardhat and extended a hand out in a friendly gesture. "Names Roy Conagher, ah'm the engineer."

Barton glanced at the hand extended to him for less than a second before enthusiastically grasping it within his own, and shaking it firmly. To spice things up a little he even added the other hand to the mix, and patted the Engineer’s elbow warmly. 

“Barton Tobias Brown,” He greeted. Perhaps it was best this Roy doesn’t know the details of his hiring; made a lot of things easier for him later. 

“Can’t wait to get to know ya, Roy.” Lopsided smile; that always adds a little charm. 

[classical-rxckets]

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@classic-engineering

        arthur frowned. did roy notice him at all? 

“ about an hour. ”

        it was only a minute when arthur entered roy’s room. he squatted down a bit and placed his arms on the table, resting his head on his arms. he stared at roy’s work, which to him seemed like reading another language he didn’t understand.

[jayraephoenix]

Time Travel - TFC Engineer and TF2 Pyro

It had been an accident, something that neither party had expected to happen, but there was no going back now. The Engineer had been playing with a teleporter, and only a few minutes later the Pyro had volunteered to try it out. She had helped him make it, and when the red light flared she had disappeared... But not to the exit. She stumbled when she popped out the other end, falling to the floor with a thump. Her vision was fuzzy, and she had the strange taste of blood in her mouth. "Ow..." @classic-engineering

[time-honored-tactics]

“You look exhausted.”

My muse has been having the same nightmare for weeks now and it’s taking it’s toll. Send me “You look exhausted.” for my muse’s response.

At the beginning the nightmare was easily ignored, but with the new poison suddenly coursing through his system the nightmare just seemed worse and worse each time he had gone to sleep so he simply had been avoiding it but of course, that in itself would eventually take its toll on the Spy. He was feeling something he hadn’t in such a long time; Fear. The emotion felt so foreign to him that he didn’t recognize it at first. But after a few nights of waking up in his own sweat with a chilling sensation rushing up and down his spin, he eventually recognized it, it was something he had never felt since he was a young child first taken away from his home. 

He had been in the recreation room when he hears the Engineers voice. The Spy not even flinching from the sudden comment, he had heard the man enter the room. He can’t help but allow a soft chuckle to escape him as he finishes topping off his coffee mug, then he turns his head to look over at Roy and he shrugs one of his shoulders “Not something new, just things seem a bit more” He comments wincing slightly as he isn’t sure how to finish his sentence “Just ... a bit more” The base knew him as the Spy with no emotions, with no hesitation. But, now things where just that bit slower for the Spy, it was quite the heavy weight on him. He hadn’t had emotions since he was four years of age. It was ... odd.