As Saber walked through the labs, he spotted many areas. Body design, weapons devolpment. Then came what he was looking for.
Medal construction.
Saber walked over to one of the scientists, then he asked his question.
Saber: Excuse me. But I got a question. Can you tell me about overloading medals?
Scientist: Yes. Of course. Their are three ways a medal can overload. The first, is for the medal to shatter, while it's under considerable strain. This is very common and is easy to repair. Leaves all the nueral connections intact. The second is melting. This happens when an overwhelming amount of energy creates enough heat to turn the medal to slag. But it can repair itslef after a few hundred years. This slightly damages nueral pathways but the medal will repair them in time. The third is always a fear.
Saber: And That is...
Scientist: Pure overloading. This tranfers too much energy through the medal, without heating it up. It burns the nueral pathways to a crisp and leaves the medal unable to repair. As it is, their is only one known occurence. Happened about an hour ago.
Saber: Thanks for your time.
With that, he walked back to the hall, and continued to his destination. He passed through a door labeled in many wierd letters, but which Saber knew to say...
Time Modifacations.
Silently, he walked through the lab, and turned to the machine before him. It was a platform surronded by two hollow discs, that Saber knew would spin.
Saber: Whatched X-Men one two many times...
He turned to one of the scientists.
Saber: Is it ready?
Scientist: Yes of course. It's been ready for hundreds of years.
Saber: Program it for, October 14, 2002. Set the location to Japan, Tokyo.
Scientist: Of course Slac.
Saber: Did I know you before the destruction?
Scientist: Well anything is possible.
Saber, slightly disturbed, got on the platform.
Scientist: Good luck, Slac.
The discs began to spin, and the sound of them soon cut out any other noise. Lightning flashed, and as he felt himself being ripped apart, he could have sworn he heard something else.
The scientifict medabot watched as Slac disappered.
Scientist: Good luck my masterpiece.
Then he turned and walked to the two door guards.
Scientist: Blockade. Turbo. Our guest is on his way. we might just have saved billions of lives.
Both: Thank you sir.
Then he left muttering to himself.
Medal construction.
Saber walked over to one of the scientists, then he asked his question.
Saber: Excuse me. But I got a question. Can you tell me about overloading medals?
Scientist: Yes. Of course. Their are three ways a medal can overload. The first, is for the medal to shatter, while it's under considerable strain. This is very common and is easy to repair. Leaves all the nueral connections intact. The second is melting. This happens when an overwhelming amount of energy creates enough heat to turn the medal to slag. But it can repair itslef after a few hundred years. This slightly damages nueral pathways but the medal will repair them in time. The third is always a fear.
Saber: And That is...
Scientist: Pure overloading. This tranfers too much energy through the medal, without heating it up. It burns the nueral pathways to a crisp and leaves the medal unable to repair. As it is, their is only one known occurence. Happened about an hour ago.
Saber: Thanks for your time.
With that, he walked back to the hall, and continued to his destination. He passed through a door labeled in many wierd letters, but which Saber knew to say...
Time Modifacations.
Silently, he walked through the lab, and turned to the machine before him. It was a platform surronded by two hollow discs, that Saber knew would spin.
Saber: Whatched X-Men one two many times...
He turned to one of the scientists.
Saber: Is it ready?
Scientist: Yes of course. It's been ready for hundreds of years.
Saber: Program it for, October 14, 2002. Set the location to Japan, Tokyo.
Scientist: Of course Slac.
Saber: Did I know you before the destruction?
Scientist: Well anything is possible.
Saber, slightly disturbed, got on the platform.
Scientist: Good luck, Slac.
The discs began to spin, and the sound of them soon cut out any other noise. Lightning flashed, and as he felt himself being ripped apart, he could have sworn he heard something else.
The scientifict medabot watched as Slac disappered.
Scientist: Good luck my masterpiece.
Then he turned and walked to the two door guards.
Scientist: Blockade. Turbo. Our guest is on his way. we might just have saved billions of lives.
Both: Thank you sir.
Then he left muttering to himself.