"Whoa, what smells like burning circuits?"
"a minor fault in overloading the capcitors for the shielding system of the chroma prime shield and adaptation modules"
"so in less science terms me being an idiot as usual"
"Ah"
he grunts and goes back to his work a annoyed expression upon his face as he tampered with orokin tech
"Ehm. You having any success there, Umbra?"
"very little the circutry is old and needs repair but i do not have the equipment or materials to gut out and repair a warframe"
"Ah... supply issues." She sighed.
"welcome to dealing with a lack of void steel"
"Lack of steel, lack of food, lack of oil..." She sighed. "It happens."
"i know your refering to your countries needs since i don't eat or sleep or use oil"
"Yeah well, there'll be a time where things like those don't happen... and I'll try my hardest to make sure that's possible."
"doing the best one can you may need to find someone you trust to lead aside you decrease the stress of leading a country"
"Right. Doing this alone is hard, but I think I'll manage."
"you won't the last person to say that had their heads cut off in a revolt but do what you deem as the correct course of actions" he sends the chroma prime warframe back to his arsenal
She gave him a look, then shrugged it off. "It'll probably happen."
of course his helmet hid his face as it always did he did not have feelings for monika besides freindship and he was rather defensive of his friends as he just sighs packs up his papers and heads out the bar to somewhere quiet
She sat at the counter, buying a drink.
and he of course did what he always did alone and in a undisclosed location howl releasing a blind pulse of light before grabbing his sword and starts practicing to blow off steam from working on warframes
Monika sipped on the mug, staring off into space.
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