#missioncoded

   ❝ Good, the start up process worked. Try not to move right now Connor, just use your sensors to register your environment. ❞    Elijah added a note into the laptop, brought up Connor’s diagnostics results and then finally shoved the device away. He stood up from the chair and walked around to the table, grabbing a flashlight on his way and stopping beside the Android. He checked the Thirium bag attached to the other, made sure it was complete before detaching it from the center of the others chest and closing his panel. According to the laptop his new Pump was working as expected, hand crafted by Elijah Kamski in a rush he expected nothing less. Even under pressure Elijah did his best. 

   ❝ Have to admit, when the Lieutenant dragged you in I did not expect to get you working again. Quite the hit you too, he said you fell off a building and then got hit by a truck? Did you miscalculate a jump or something? Even Androids can fall to their death. ❞   He leaned over the Android and shinned the light in his eyes, waving it back and forth before clicking it off and stuff it in his pocket.   ❝ Your eyesight should be returning slowly, I had to work on it last considering it was the least important my apologies. Getting you a new Thirium Pump while shoving Thirium in you to keep you operating was far more important. ❞

Connor sounded like he was breaking, and Markus felt like he was breaking with him. He wondered if this had happened before. Wondered how many times. He wanted desperately to do something, except kneel in front of the trembling RK and watching his synthetic frame seize with sobs. Something happened, something was wrong.

That something maybe he couldn’t fix.

But he wanted to help.

Ra9, he wanted to.

Connor latched onto his shirt, and Markus nodded. It was permission. Or a plea. Unspoken, perhaps, but all that Connor could manage. It was enough.

That was new, Reed’s never heard that tone from Connor before. Setting his cup down before it meets his lips again he turns rather abruptly with an irritated expression. After a moment of looking him over, he takes note of the LED and the surprising amount of blue in those synthetic cheeks. He found himself feeling confused, lost even, and Gavin loathed that feeling. Surely Connor was just trying to push him, trying to feign some sort of emotion and challenge him. Like everyone did. Pushing himself out of his chair he stands rather close and glares daggers up at the android.

❝   I said, be a good boy and go back to your fuckin’ desk.   ❞ 

when hes feeling grumpy, crank anderson. when hes telling the truth, frank andersj

@missioncoded​  said:

" detective, that is your fourth cup of coffee in as many hours. that is not healthy."

@kindcoded​ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ / ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ  ||  ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ “no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”

   ❝ I have to, it’s orders from Captain Fowler. Besides, this is my job Cassidy. ❞

   Allen shoved his sweater into his locket and started removing his button up shirt. He had been spending the day with Cassidy when the call came, all on call officers had to report back to handle a riot that had broken out at a local factory. Androids and Humans fighting because of pay and jobs. Humans still got paid more than Androids but Androids were given more hours and hired first because they didn’t need rest. Stuff like this hand been happen more frequently since Androids were now considered citizens of the US. 

   He had come as soon as he could, listening to his friend get upset and now argue that it was to dangerous. He shoved his button up onto his locker and started taking his pants off. He had to go, even if he wanted to keep hanging out with Cassidy he had to go. Not just because it was his job but because it was a chance for him to be useful for a change. It was rare he got to leave and go on an actual job, when the chance came he didn’t want to pass it up. 

   Standing in just his boxers he pulled his uniform out along with his belt, badge and supplies, setting them down on the bench and locking his locker. The only damage visible on his skin was a scar that ran across his back, nearly parallel to his ‘spine’ from the attack before the revolution. The Android who had greeted him when he woke up said that the ‘scar’ appeared because of damage to his chassis underneath the artificial skin. Since they repaired his torso instead of replacing it, since there was nothing wrong with it no need to waste parts given their shortage, the artificial skin didn’t form correctly over it.