Re: Traumatic Childhood Memories Time!
"Alright," Baird replied with a smirk as he led the younger man back to the tech lab, "well haven't done much. Built a sonic shrieker to keep Logan and Creed out of the workshop."
He gestured over to the device; a very small tungsten dome mounted on a wall, with a monolithic stack of amplifiers below it. "They enter, just throw the switch and they'll be gouging their ears out in no time!"
He then gestured to a small robot moving around the floor. "That just picks up things that get dropped, like bolts and washers and screws etcetera. When working with something with a lotta small parts it makes things a fuckload easier. Can also get a drink from the kitchen too!" His smug grin grew.
"Otherwise, mostly repairing shit. And eating... man, food here's real good."
He turned around to the younger man. "So, that's the tour so far. We gotta scrap pile you can build almost anything out of too."
He nodded at Forge's statement of his first name. "If you'd rather be called Will, sure. Call me Damon."
Wait... shaman? What the fuck?... Yeah, I'll ask about that later. He's smart, don't wanna piss him off yet.