[ Angel blinks a bit at that. There's so much strangeness in this place, the types of magic you'd only read about in Bunkers and Badasses- Angel hadn't really questioned Rocket's ability to talk or act somewhat human. So the mention of wiring catches her attention. She wants to ask...but she doesn't want to be insensitive. You can't just ask someone, raccoon or no, if they're a robot. Especially with how she feels about her own modifications. Even now she gets a little self conscious, worried at the thought that the shock could have done something to her ports and touching them gingerly. ]
I have a lot of knowledge with regards to technology and its inner workings, but admittedly I was hardly ever hands-on about it.
[ She passes the piece over to him with some care, opting to hold the flashlight on it instead so he can see it clearly. ]
[His hands move deftly, switching wires and piecing together parts until he has what amounts to a small anti-grav field that he tests by dropping his screwdriver into it. It hums with a soft blue light and holds the tool up until Rocket switches it off.]
Before I got real good at stealin' and even better at making money, I had to mod all my own tech, myself. I learned fast. You'd be surprised what you can pick up when you don't have a choice.
[He picks up the dropped screwdriver and gestures with it.] I'm not pickin' up anything from out here, though. We better be goin' someplace with a nice, big urban sprawl.
[ She watches as the field turns on and supports the screwdriver, clapping her hands together when it's a success. ]
All my specialties revolved around coding [ And acting ] a task that's has already been made more arduous with the absence of my...abilities. But out here, I'm becoming exponentially useless.
[ She deflates a little, reaching over to take another miscellaneous tech piece and fiddling with it as a distraction. ]
I'd at least like to learn how to take care of my augmentations. Even if I remain incompatible with our surroundings, it would be an unfortunate fate to die from malfunction.
[ Unfortunate but kinda hilarious, if you're a lover of dramatic irony. ]
[Rocket looks over at her and then turns away, turning the screwdriver over and over in his tiny hands.] They're basically cybernetics, right? I could teach you how to maintain 'em. I've had to keep up with mine on my own for years now. Hopefully, the station'll have any parts we might need in an emergency, but if it's just upkeep...
[ That Rocket sights them as involuntary really hits home for her, something not easy to talk about she's sure. ]
I'm so sorry... Mine...remember how I mentioned my father was just a bit of a monster?
[ Because it wouldn't be fair, for Rocket to trust her enough to divulge something so personal and her- especially with her similar past- not share in turn. And sharing is caring. ]
[Rocket's used to people just looking at him and knowing without him having to say anything. Cybernetics really are common out in the wider galaxy, but if a little animal has them, then it's clear he's a discarded (or escaped) science experiment.]
He put you under and put those things in your head without askin' first?
[ She frowns, letting out a sharp breath. Angel is far from strong (or even average in strength) but the piece of scrap she's currently holding creaks quietly in her grip. ]
[His teeth bare in a kind of pseudo-flinch. It's hard to grok exactly- she's such a nice person. People from bad backgrounds aren't generally that nice.]
Made you feel like an object? Didn't give a shit about you unless it gave him some personal gain? Stop me when I get close. I got a million of these.
[ Kept her in extreme captivity, made her do his dirty work, turned her first into a human computer and then into a human battery... ]
You could go on, though I'd prefer if you didn't. Here--
[ She passes the piece she had been toying with, it's in pretty good condition, and even though Rocket has already finished his anti-grav mine, he may find use for this as well. Picking up another to channel her nervous energy. ]
Back where I came from, I had...unique abilities, ones that were extremely rare. My father-- Jack, did not hesitate to take advantage of them, or me.
[ She slots what looks like a matching piece into a strangely shaped hole on the first, smiles briefly when they click together ]
I was more of a prized science project than a daughter, in the end.
[ And complicit in the majority of his greatest crimes, a key piece to his rise to power and destruction. But she isn't ready to say those things out loud to someone she only met in the past couple of weeks. She does't want to ruin yet another friendship with the truth of her. ]
[Rocket doesn't know the extent of what Ego needed Quill for- he caught bits and pieces of it when they were traveling to the core, but he was focused on mining and not the family drama. If he had, maybe he could have driven away from his own damage and promptly laid out Quill's for her.
Except he's not that much of an asshole. Even just with what he gleaned in passing, he thinks the two of them should probably talk, though. That's a problem for another day. For now, he tries to piece something else together with an ease that looks careless.]
Yeah, it seems like everyone I know has got a dad like that. Well, almost everyone, but it's definitely a majority of people with bullshit dads. Not that it makes anything better, but...
[But what? "Well, you have a bullshit dad, but so does everyone" comes dangerously close to the same logic behind "everyone's got dead people." He wrinkles his muzzle in a quiet snarl.]
Point is... You're not an asshole. Sometimes when your only family treats you like shit, you start thinkin' you really are, and then you just lash out.
[ Angels head snaps up and turns to face him after he says that. She spends so much time thinking about how she isn't a good person, that she's done terrible, unforgivable things. That Jack's influence was an explanation, but never an excuse. She could have defied him sooner, she should have...Hearing someone voice otherwise, even something so simple as "you're not an asshole" resonates with Angel and speaks to the guilt she's been harboring in a way she can't really describe. The sentiment means a lot to her. She fights back against it but her face still screws up a bit ]
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She wants to ask...but she doesn't want to be insensitive. You can't just ask someone, raccoon or no, if they're a robot. Especially with how she feels about her own modifications.
Even now she gets a little self conscious, worried at the thought that the shock could have done something to her ports and touching them gingerly. ]
I have a lot of knowledge with regards to technology and its inner workings, but admittedly I was hardly ever hands-on about it.
[ She passes the piece over to him with some care, opting to hold the flashlight on it instead so he can see it clearly. ]
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Before I got real good at stealin' and even better at making money, I had to mod all my own tech, myself. I learned fast. You'd be surprised what you can pick up when you don't have a choice.
[He picks up the dropped screwdriver and gestures with it.] I'm not pickin' up anything from out here, though. We better be goin' someplace with a nice, big urban sprawl.
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All my specialties revolved around coding [ And acting ] a task that's has already been made more arduous with the absence of my...abilities. But out here, I'm becoming exponentially useless.
[ She deflates a little, reaching over to take another miscellaneous tech piece and fiddling with it as a distraction. ]
I'd at least like to learn how to take care of my augmentations. Even if I remain incompatible with our surroundings, it would be an unfortunate fate to die from malfunction.
[ Unfortunate but kinda hilarious, if you're a lover of dramatic irony. ]
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[ Her politeness continues to keep her from asking bluntly ]
You're the first person I've met since waking who has knowledge on this, so I would greatly appreciate that. Were you...
[ She doesn't know how to ask this, tries again ]
Are you--
[ No no that's worse ]
If I may ask, what is your background, in this field?
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Cybernetic skeletal structure. Highly involuntary, which means I don't do doctors. If I want it done, I do it myself.
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I'm so sorry...
Mine...remember how I mentioned my father was just a bit of a monster?
[ Because it wouldn't be fair, for Rocket to trust her enough to divulge something so personal and her- especially with her similar past- not share in turn. And sharing is caring. ]
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He put you under and put those things in your head without askin' first?
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He did more than that.
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Made you feel like an object? Didn't give a shit about you unless it gave him some personal gain? Stop me when I get close. I got a million of these.
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You could go on, though I'd prefer if you didn't. Here--
[ She passes the piece she had been toying with, it's in pretty good condition, and even though Rocket has already finished his anti-grav mine, he may find use for this as well. Picking up another to channel her nervous energy. ]
Back where I came from, I had...unique abilities, ones that were extremely rare. My father-- Jack, did not hesitate to take advantage of them, or me.
[ She slots what looks like a matching piece into a strangely shaped hole on the first, smiles briefly when they click together ]
I was more of a prized science project than a daughter, in the end.
[ And complicit in the majority of his greatest crimes, a key piece to his rise to power and destruction. But she isn't ready to say those things out loud to someone she only met in the past couple of weeks. She does't want to ruin yet another friendship with the truth of her. ]
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Except he's not that much of an asshole. Even just with what he gleaned in passing, he thinks the two of them should probably talk, though. That's a problem for another day. For now, he tries to piece something else together with an ease that looks careless.]
Yeah, it seems like everyone I know has got a dad like that. Well, almost everyone, but it's definitely a majority of people with bullshit dads. Not that it makes anything better, but...
[But what? "Well, you have a bullshit dad, but so does everyone" comes dangerously close to the same logic behind "everyone's got dead people." He wrinkles his muzzle in a quiet snarl.]
Point is... You're not an asshole. Sometimes when your only family treats you like shit, you start thinkin' you really are, and then you just lash out.
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She fights back against it but her face still screws up a bit ]
Thank you.