TWs: Just ominous sentences, I think.
"Shouldn't you wait a few more days before trying to put it on?" Pat asked, worriedly.
"It's been six weeks since the amputation, Pat. It should be fine." Tord said as he lined up the robot arm to his flesh arm.
"But you don't have full control of your arm yet. Aren't you worried about the consequences going with this?"
Tord stopped to think about it. He knew Pat was right, but Tord needed to go out and do stuff! Not sit here all day, sulking.
"Hm... nah," Tord answered as he slowly inserted his nub arm into the base of the silver lining.
Pat sighed as he mentally facepalmed, 'Of course...'
Tord placed the robot arm down on his workbench as he grabbed a screwdriver. He still wasn't used to using his left hand as the screwdriver shook slightly in his hand.
'I wonder if I can use those stun guns as an upgrade for my arm,' Tord thought, 'although it would take a lot of figuring out how to not shock people if they come in close contact with it.'
It was interesting to see Tord work on something. He would always mutter to himself, stick his tongue out when he was concentrating, and bite his lip or tongue whenever he was focusing too hard.
Pat didn't notice these things at first, not until Pau told him about it. Apparently, Pau knew Tord when he was a toddler.
Which didn't make sense to Pat, Pau would've been about 10 or 11 at the time of meeting Tord. From his understanding, Tord didn't see outside the army base borders until his high school days which made him wonder if Pau has been in the army since he was a child.
"I got your coffee, Pat." A voice shook him from his thoughts.
"How long have you been there?" Pat asked the other brunette as he took his coffee.
"10 seconds...?" Pau looked confused at his random question. He walked over to Tord's worktable, grabbed something from his jacket pocket, and placed it on the table.
Tord glanced up, his eyes lighting up, "En energidrikk!"
Pau took a moment to open it for Tord, placing his coffee down for a second. When he placed it back, Tord nabbed it and took a few gulps.
"Jak on lubi takie rzeczy...?" Pat grimaced as Pau stood next to him again, "Literally the worst flavor ever."
Pau didn't reply, which was weird considering he always had something to say about anything he talked about.
Pat turned to Pau, about to question him on his recent behavior when he saw the look on the taller's face.
Pau was looking at Tord, though his eyes were someplace else.
'Daydreaming?' Pat guessed.
The ruffled brunette wasn't one to daydream, though Pat has noticed he's been doing it more often.
It's like the incident made him a completely new person.
"A-ha!" Tord shouted triumphantly, scaring Pau and Pat with the sudden outburst.
"What is it, Tord?" Pat questioned.
"Se, se! I can move it!" He gestured to the arm on the workbench.
The soldiers walked closer to see the fingers of the robot arm lifting slightly.
"See? I can move it with no consequences." Tord grinned as he adjusted the base of the arm.
"Just be careful." Pat cautioned.
"I will, Dad." Tord rolled his eyes.
Pat flicked his forehead, ignoring the short cry that came out of the Norsk's mouth, "Anyway, is there anything you need from Lilleske?"
Tord thought for a moment, then pulled out a piece of paper, "Yes, I think I got everything on here."
Pat pulled the paper close to his face since his eyesight was horrible, 'Signal processor, antennae, loudspeaker, microphones, protective filter...'
Pat read the list carefully, even re-reading it, "These are the components of hearing aids."
"Exactly," Tord stated.
Pat and Pau looked at each other, then back at the Red Leader.
Tord sighed, "I'm not an idiot, y'know. I know I lost most of my hearing during the explosion. I'm just tired of being trapped underwater."
The two looked at their friend in sympathy. Pat folded the paper up and put it in his pocket, "Anything else you need?"
"Some of the plane upgrades are on that list as well, and if anyone asks about the upgrades, tell them I'm installing a death trap."
"Didn't you use the same excuse last time?" Pau recalled.
"What can I say? I like my death traps." Tord shrugged.
"Fair enough." Pau shrugged.
As soon as they left, Tord began practicing his muscle control.
He tried lifting his whole arm. After many failed attempts, he gave up and just drank the rest of his lime energy drink while sulking.
"Red Leader!" The door slammed open.
Tord jumped as he nearly spat out the energy drink. He turned around to glare at Clay, "Hva fortalte jeg deg om å banke først, Clay!?"
Clay tilted his head, "What?"
Tord huffed and shook his head, "Nothing. What is it, Clay?"
Clay shrugged, "I was bored and wanted to hang out."
The Norski looked at him, pondering. He had nothing to do until he got those parts, so a little free time never hurt him.
"Fine, wanna see something cool?" Tord asked.
"Do I!?" Clay grinned as he closed the door and pulled another chair up to Tord's workbench. Before Tord could speak, Clay saw the cool thing in question, "Woah! Is that a robot arm?"
"Yep. Do you want to touch it?"
"Can I?"
"Of course." Tord smiled as he brought his robot arm closer to Clay.
Clay's eyes lit up as he lightly touched it, "So cool..."
Tord watched him for a few seconds, then smirked as he got an idea. As Clay was touching the wrist of the arm, Tord managed to lift two fingers, jolting Clay out of his fixation. Tord snorted as Clay leaned back in his chair.
"It's alive!" He yelped.
Tord laughed even more, "Nei, Clay! That was me controlling the arm."
Clay looked at Tord, then at the arm. He seemed to finally notice that it was attached to the leader's arm.
"Wait, you can control it? How?" Clay pondered.
"With a lot of tiring muscle coordination." Tord sighed.
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"Are you sure we have everything?" Pat asked as they carried all the parts in boxes.
"Yes, I'm sure." Pau rolled his eyes.
"I still feel as if we're missing something..." Pat looked at the stuff they had, "Hand me the list, I want to check for sure."
"Pat, we have everything, I told you I double-checked to make sure." Pau countered.
"I thought I said to triple-check." Pat corrected.
"Same thing." Pau droned.
"It is not- ugh, I'll just triple-check back at the base," Pat concluded.
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Norwegian =
En energidrikk - An energy drink
Se - Look
Hva fortalte jeg deg om å banke først - What did I tell you about knocking first
Nei - No
Polish =
Jak on lubi takie rzeczy = How does he like that stuff
Danish =
Lilleske - Little Spoon
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Lilleske - Although the name is Danish, it's a town in Norway mostly known for selling different kinds of metal. (made-up, of course)