DISCLAIMER: Sadly I don't own Httyd. Just my concept I placed their altered versions.
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I emerge from the hanger to seeing Gobber scorched, a thin layer of ash covering his face.
"Uh? Gobber?"
"Not a word lassie. Not a word."
"Should I take his Mech from him?"
"Ye don't have ta lass."
My face turns to confusion under my hood. "What?"
"He melted his cores and systems when he decided to open up the fire core."
"But Hunterbolt is a Skrill model. It's not supposed to have flames, only a advanced power core."
"Exactly!" He tosses the ruined core module onto the floor. "Yak for brains added the blasted core. Then tried to have it activate the same time as 'added firepower' and it would be 'awesome'."
"So several moons of delicate work and construction, all wasted because he wanted to show off."
"Essentially." He heads over to Fishlegs and slapping the last maintenance panel he was struggling to remove causing it to unlatch.
I follow behind him. "So uh, where is Hunterbolt now?" I ask while looking around for Snotlout and the ruined mech.
"-connects to this connector here, once that is in, route the data cable towards the central processor. Got that?" He asks Fishlegs.
"Uh, yeah, got it."
"Good, and make sure the cables and wires are organized." He turns back to me dragging me along as he hobbled towards Ashton. "Had 'im walk with the removal team towards the scrapping hanger. The thing is only useful for parts now, asked Bucket and Mulch to restrain 'im as well. As we all know that tampering with the mechs is against regulations. So I'm having him watch the scrapping and removing him from the Mech program."
Surprised I stop and Ashton gives us a questioning glare. "What about his weapon testing status?"
"Eh, I'm keepin' 'im in it. Seems like it's the only thing he's good fer. Don't want Spitelout chewing me about everything I pulled his son from. Did I mention how much I dislike yer uncle?"
"IF I had my way I would tear him from everything, painfully." I growled.
Gobber slaps be upside my head. "No yer not lass," He turns back to Ashton. "Good work here lad, I can trust ye to be able to replace everything here, correct?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, now, put 'er back together and ye can go home after ye boot 'er up. And you lass," He points at me. "Will ye watch him. I don't want another unit labeled for parts." He starts to leave Ashton and I in favor of Fishlegs in panic mode.
Ashton gives me another glare as I watch him. He notices my eyes under my hood and soon returns back to his work. Muttering under his breath. "What do you want dragon."
"Nothing Ashie." I start rocking on my heels.
"Then why are you here." He sneered into the logistics lsystems he was reconstructing.
"Watching you reconnect the flight aliment processors the the central weapon system core computer. And because Gobber told me too."
"I knew that."
"You also placed the AI computer upside down."
"Dragon." Oooh, he's getting angry.
"The cooling tubes are also connected to the pump wrong. You have it so the pipes are carrying out coolant from the systems instead of the reservoir."
Honestly the pipes can face any direction, as long as the directional arrows a pointing the correct direction it makes it easier to diagnose a cooling problem, the pump does all the work. All units have different directional flow, Gronckle units are reversed pumping from the front of the unit to the back, where as Nightmare units flow from the back to the front. But let's be honest, Ashton doesn't know that. But he did have the AI chip wrong, really need to make the chips one way...
He stops his work on fixing the AI computer. "Dragon."
"And you are just a rude little man." I end with my signature fanged smirk.
He grabs for his axe,"Dragon.", and he raises it.
I look around the arena seeing Fishlegs cleaning up his mess, Gobber chasing down the twins with his taser while soaked in water, and Gothi carefully eying me. I look back to Ashton, his axe ready to swing, and his glare had harded anger. I smile under my hood. Ashton takes a step forward. "If you want to live till tomorrow I suggest you shut up."
I moved my tail and swept his feet from under him.
"Huh? Where'd you go?"
From the floor he threw one of his hidden knifes at me, "You are just asking to meet my blade huh?" He stated as the blade sailed past my face, cutting right through my hood, and catering to the ground….
"I JUST MADE THIS CLOAK!" I grab the previously hidden blade and pocket it.
He gets off the floor grumbling curses that don't even apply to me. "Whatever, not my problem." He turns back towards the open service panel.
"So what do you want from me dragon?"
"Just waiting."
He finishes up the system and closes the access panels. "Waiting for what?"
"To leave." I pull out his knife and start to pick at my claws.
"Then why don't you leave then. You clearly have no reason to be here other than GETTING in my way." He presses the pre launch button on his command tablet. As he presses it, Axewing starts it's warm up sequence.
I let out a low growl. "Not my fault I'm supposed to watch you all when it comes to mech training, but Gobber wants me to "guide" you all instead." Crossing my arms and huffing. "Not that I should care seeing as there's one egotistical 'know it all', two identical idiots who can't get along long enough to get anything done-" I point at the twins as Gobber pulls them behind him out of the arena in handcuffs while they headbut eachother yelling insults. "SEE! SEE what I mean!"
Axewing finishes warming up and starts to run its flight system checks and starts to move its wings. Causing Ashton and I to back away. "It's the twins what do you expect, but anyway go on."
"One anxiety filled dragon and dragon mech encyclopedia," I point to Fishlegs freaking out over the fan assembly while reading the manual. "And finally one overconfident, axe crazy, and aggressive ex-childhood friend." Ashton glares deeply at me. "That I have to help watch, and instruct; but here's the thing 60% of said group doesn't care what happens, as long as they get their glory from their first kill!" By the time I finish I'm growling heavily Ashton backs away a bit remembering what happened last time I was angry.
Then out of who knows where someone slams a book on the back of my head. I turn around instinctively and move into a low crotch. "WHO!" Gothi slaps me with her staff sending me to the floor.
"AH! What? Gothi? She scribbles in the dirt 'Control' and points to the book and leaves.
I glance at the book and pick it up. "Fine, I guess you found it." In turn I start to make my way out as well.
Ashton calls out behind me but I don't care what he said. All I care about is getting either off this Island or hiding my taboo features.
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DISCLAIMER: Sadly I don't own Httyd. Just my concept I placed their altered versions.
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