Gigdragon
Survivor of Hoth
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
Every contact with the workbench broke the still air, but didn't break the block in inspiration he'd reached. Another thunk sounded as his head fell against it again. This time however, he raised his head and just started at the open plating and unfinished wiring of his creation. His TEA-5 armor was mostly complete, but he was having trouble figuring out how to get the blasted suit to assist him in carrying the weight. It wasn't that he didn't know how armor is commonly modified to assist strength, using servos at the joints to mechanically augment ease of movement. While that would work here, the positioning of them would be dangerous to him.
He'd made the outer shell of his armor with as few opening as possible, and in doing so made it so that any servos would have to be on the exterior, open to attack. His desire was to internalize them, but that would mean during a malfunction, the armor would protect him from them. Being injured by your own armor was not ideal for certain.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
An exasperated sigh broke the rhythmic thumping this time as he pushed himself away from the bench. With the squeaking of wheels in need of oil he stood from his seat to stretch his legs before he went stir crazy. Though even standing up was a small victory in getting a new perspective, it didn't send a rush of idea to his mind. It just gave him a higher angle to glare upon his unfinished creation as if trying to intimidate the armor from spilling the secret to its completion. Though, even One would have to admit that the armor was a champion at staring contests. His gaze broke from it and he moved to the shutter door entrance to the shop. Countless people wandered about on the streets and rode in their cars above. He wasn't on Nar Shadaa for the wealth of intelligence, but the wealth of people and product were ideal. Besides, he didn't have to pay anything to work here.
Out of the blue, inspiration stared him in the face as a holo-display read about some unimportant product on the holo-net. That was helpful, if no an answer. Moving from the shutter he brought out his pad and brought up the holo-net to search. He couldn't be the first to have this problem, perhaps someone else had solved a similar problem and posted a how-to on the subject.
Every contact with the workbench broke the still air, but didn't break the block in inspiration he'd reached. Another thunk sounded as his head fell against it again. This time however, he raised his head and just started at the open plating and unfinished wiring of his creation. His TEA-5 armor was mostly complete, but he was having trouble figuring out how to get the blasted suit to assist him in carrying the weight. It wasn't that he didn't know how armor is commonly modified to assist strength, using servos at the joints to mechanically augment ease of movement. While that would work here, the positioning of them would be dangerous to him.
He'd made the outer shell of his armor with as few opening as possible, and in doing so made it so that any servos would have to be on the exterior, open to attack. His desire was to internalize them, but that would mean during a malfunction, the armor would protect him from them. Being injured by your own armor was not ideal for certain.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
An exasperated sigh broke the rhythmic thumping this time as he pushed himself away from the bench. With the squeaking of wheels in need of oil he stood from his seat to stretch his legs before he went stir crazy. Though even standing up was a small victory in getting a new perspective, it didn't send a rush of idea to his mind. It just gave him a higher angle to glare upon his unfinished creation as if trying to intimidate the armor from spilling the secret to its completion. Though, even One would have to admit that the armor was a champion at staring contests. His gaze broke from it and he moved to the shutter door entrance to the shop. Countless people wandered about on the streets and rode in their cars above. He wasn't on Nar Shadaa for the wealth of intelligence, but the wealth of people and product were ideal. Besides, he didn't have to pay anything to work here.
Out of the blue, inspiration stared him in the face as a holo-display read about some unimportant product on the holo-net. That was helpful, if no an answer. Moving from the shutter he brought out his pad and brought up the holo-net to search. He couldn't be the first to have this problem, perhaps someone else had solved a similar problem and posted a how-to on the subject.