Anonymous Asked: Okay but imagine Chiro, and maybe even Otto asking Sparx to charge their electronics, he does it. But when Gibson makes mention of how one of his machines are running out of power. "Well that sounds like a personal problem, get a charger buddy." Is the first thing that pops out Sparx's mouth

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Lady Cravenheart

No one's really sure when it starts, exactly. Well, that's not entirely true. The first time anyone can remember is when the Moon Buggy breaks down on Ranger 7, as they're gathering fuel for the Super Robot.

"Sprx, do you think you could jump it?" Otto asks, peering into the engine.

Sprx glanced up. "Uh. Yeah. Sure." He hopped out of the buggy and activated his magnets. A jolt of electricity later and they were back underway.

After that, it was like a dam opened. When Chiro's handheld ran out of charge, he turned the doe eyes on Sprx. Sprx rolled his eyes, but complied with the unspoken request. Otto needed a jolt of electricity for one of his projects, he looked at Sprx, Sprx activated his magnets. Antauri looked droopy after a big fight, Sprx gave him a subtle charge.

Small things, things that he didn't honestly need to do at all. He didn't mind, really. It was nice to use his magnets for something good, after the Fire of Hate. A way of reminding himself that his weapons weren't just good for ripping monkeys apart.

'Course, that didn't mean he was going to do everything without complaint. That wasn't in his nature, after all.

"Sprx."

"It's the middle of the night, Brainstrain. What do you want?" Sprx grumbled.

Gibson scoffed. "You aren't even asleep."

Well, no. He wasn't. If only because these days, closing his eyes was more trouble than it was worth. He'd napped, though. He'd nap again in a few hours. It'd be fine. He'd be fine. Still, though.

"Well, no, but I could'a been."

Gibson scoffed again, and Sprx was uncomfortably reminded that for all that Gibson spent life with his head buried in science experiments and inventions, he was still observant. Had to be, to be a pilot—and while Sprx was leagues better than he was, Gibson was still a good one. (Not that he would ever admit that aloud.)

"Whaddya need, anyway?" Part of Sprx wanted to call him out for not sleeping, but that would lead to a conversation Sprx really, really didn't want to have. Not now. Maybe not ever.

"That new weapon of Otto's sucked up quite a bit of our power reserves." Gibson sniffed, miffed. "While it certainly produced… results—" by which Gibson meant a big smoking hole in the middle of a Formless army—"it also didn't leave enough energy left for me to run tests on the new Formless material. I need you to power the machine."

Sprx, as he always did, said the first thing that popped in his head, "Well, gee, Gibson, that sounds like a personal problem. Get a charger buddy."

Gibson sputtered.

Sprx grinned, and rolled onto his feet. "Is this the corruptive stuff?" he asked, as he made his way to the door.

Gibson's sputtering increased in volume for a moment, before the scientist closed his eyes and took a breath. "Yes."

Sprx nodded. Skeleton King was back to using that Formless goo of his to infect perfectly average people and make them into his goons. Just like with those circus freaks, back when times were simpler. If Gibson could identify what was in the goo, they would be able to scan for it. Maybe even cure it, without having to kick the crap out of them. Probably not, though. The whole thing reeked of magical mumbo-jumbo, and they didn't have a spellcaster on their team.

Though Gibson did still have that grimoire from the demon-planet.

"Let's go get it charged, then."

"Ah. Yes. I… appreciate it."

Sprx waved his hand. "Whatever. Just make it snappy, a'ight? We got crap to do tomorrow, and if you're too tired, I'm tellin' Antauri that you're pullin' all-nighters again."

Gibson made an offended noise that had Sprx grinning again.