Lab 105 "Machinery"

*Sweets enters the lab and begins assembling something at a work table.

*he constructs a large weapon like device slinging it over his shoulder.

*Sweets returns to the lab and begins working. on weaponry.

*Sweets works quietly waiting for Omni b

After whatever else happens in the kitchen thread, B puts his chicks next to the heater for a bird nap and cautiously enters the lab.

So, you are transgender, I see why you asked for a changing room.

"Is it really that obvious? What gave it away?"

Soft facial features, lack of adams apple, the breast shaped marks in your shirt. So, what does it matter. *Sweets speaks as if he doesnt care about B's Gender.

B relaxes hearing his uncaring tone. "So, I'm biologically a woman..." B taks a seat at a desk next to Dr. Sweets, picking up a contraption that peaks his curiosity.

*The contraption seems to lack a power source*I'm guessing you'd want to change that, but I wouldn't trust most any wasteland surgeon to work with my plumbing.

B's consumed with curiosity and seems distracted while he speaks. "Not really. As much as I dislike the boobs, and periods, I don't know enough about the male body to feel comfortable going the full transformation. And like you said, I can't trust any wasteland surgeons to work with my plumbing. Hell, if there was a way where I don't have any sexual reproductive organs, I'd go with that." B turns the contraption over in his hand and picks up a soldering tool. "May I?"

Erm sure its an emp grenade anyway there is an scp object that could do that for you albeit painfully

"Honestly sir, I'd rather have fire ants poured down my pants than to even touch any of those crazy, cursed th-things," B pokes at the circuit board. "Are you going for damage or distance with this thing?"

I fight pretty close up, its meant for that bitch of an android who fucked my my rain.

"Then you want to this circuite board to-" B freezes, dropping the heating up soldering iron on the table. "That was YOU?" he asks, his voice squeaking in bewilderment. "You were the one playing god and fucking with the weather?" His tone of voice starts to twist into annoyance.

*Sweets grabs the iron putting it in the proper holder and shutting it off*Yes, Trying to return some rain to this fucking dust bowl, until vonkrafts little cyber bitch sent 30,000 volts into it making a lightning storm, I had it under a light drizzle, until I had to up it to put out a fucking forest fire. *Sweets stands looking at him his eyes serious*You got a problem with me trying to make shit better for people, when the person you should be pissed at is the one who fired the Thunder Cannon and started the mess.

B stands up and glares in his face. "I don't give a shit about who you are, what you do, who you're trying to help, who your trying to hurt, or catch, or kill aslong as it doesn't effect me. Hell! I'm actually glad, no- Happy, I'm not the only person at least trying to be hospitable in this wasteland. But when you put my birds or my friends in danger, we are going to have problems."
B's eyes soften from anger into worry as he takes a step back. "My friends..."

*Sweets looks at him his eyes unphased by his words*You remind me alot of myself, but my intention was to help this god forsaken place, you have your anger in the wrong direction, continue to make threats like that and my hospitality ends. as you saw with Ms. Saya, my patience ended when she flipped me off and then put a gun to my head calling me a cunt, you saw how I retaliated, now, do you know if your friends have a radio transceiver on them.

B crosses his arms and looks away, still worried. "Not a clue... I don't even know if they made it out of the cave before it flooded..."

*Sweets turns to a computer bringing up maps of nearby cave systems,*Well heres all the places they could have washed up, my birds too small for the both of us, guess were taking a car.

B looks over the cave system. "Whoah, how did you get this?"

This base has existed for a while, we kept track of our local surroundings, we needed to know where to, and where something would escape to, come on. *Sweets walks to the Garage

Follows

*Sweets enters his lab, his clothing damaged, his body recovering, he sits in a large chair Annas words Swirling in his head, warlord, forcing his whims.*Am I really that bad of a person, is it possible to weigh things like this in simple scales of black and white, or is it all just shades of grey... but they are right about one thing, I am weak in this state, four people working with me, an old robot, and my son, no medical doctors, a handful of scp objects, and a tank. We barely stay afloat here. I need to put asside my problems with vonkraft for now, he had three hundred years of preparation under his belt, I didnt take that precaution... What do you think.
I say you should go in there with a takn and blast them away, fuck preparations.
While that may solve the problem temporarily we cant just do that to every group, of anything were the least powerful group in the wasteland.
We need to be able to Calculate our power against the other towns, and raise ti to the maximum point
And you Omega...
I say we build our family up, and then we go after the bastard.
Then it's Settled.

*Sweets sighs * Was she right though... that were just forcing our whims on others? No... we did it to try and make this hell hole better how would I know that cannon perceived RAIN as a threat.!