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WHO: Tyrion Lannister and YOU
WHERE: Temba; In General
WHAT: Looking for more of those damned Data Points
WHEN: This takes place after the 'air rows' signs appeared.
WARNINGS: Cursing, most likely.

Tyrion Lannister has a simple coda - 'I drink and I know things'. Well, here on Agra 10, in the lovely abandoned village of Temba ... Tyrion has no liquor to drink and he knows just as much as anyone here. That is going to change, if he has anything to say about it. After he had settled in with his lovely wife once more, he began to carefully hobble around the city proper. He had a short strut of metal, turned into a crutch to help him move around, and on his waist was the Drift Fleet's Engineer belt, with all his tools.

He was methodically marking off each place he had been to with a small 'X', as he searched for more data points to accumulate, you guessed it, information. In fact, you will probably have to yell a few times to capture his attention. He's in the midst of learning, after all.

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Bucky does have to laugh at that - but definitely not in a mean way. Certainly more of an understanding - commiserating - way. "Yeah, that... sounds about right, honestly."

Steve might not think so, and maybe some of his optimism is rubbing off on Bucky, because he'd like to think that it's maybe an equal mix of suffering and joy - but maybe that's just if you're lucky. Or maybe it's just that's what you should work toward.

Bucky nods, but figures, "I'll give it a manual go, first." What good is a super soldier serum you never asked for it you can't at least use it to get rusty doors open? He curls his fingers around the edge of the door and gives it a tug - it's definitely rusty and not inclined to move, but after a couple of seconds, it starts to groan and inch open. It gets easier as he goes, until Bucky's got the door open enough for them to peer inside. "You wanna go first, or should I?"

Tyrion whistled softly, before digging into his tool belt to take out a small hand lantern. "Well honestly, after you so nicely ripped the door off to get us in, I think the only polite thing to do is for me to go into the scary looking tunnels first, yes?"

He clicked on the lantern, and carefully stepped through.

Bucky laughs softly, but makes an after you motion, letting Tyrion take the lead but staying a few steps behind him. It's not that he doubts anybody's ability to take care of themselves around here, but he's not about to let a friend hare off into a strange place without some nearby backup.

Fortunately, he can see well enough in the light from the other's lantern. The place looks... like most of the rest of the city, really - abandoned and overgrown, although in here, he can smell water and metal. "At least it doesn't look like anything big's taken up residence in here," he says, after a couple minutes of looking around. Which is good - this is not the place to meet the planet's first large predator. "It seems in decent shape - at least the roof's still whole."

He crouches in front of a panel, brushing dust off of it. "I think we could get it running, if we make sure none of the cabling or whatever they use around here is broken or chewed through."

Tyrion, on the other hand, is absolutely certain he cannot handle this on his own, because he is barely four feet tall, has a limp and a waddle. He might be able to give them a good wallop about the knees and crotch, but that is only if he has time to prepare.

"That seems to be the majority of this planet - servicable but just barely." He murmured, sliding his light to the left and to the right. He hobbled over to the panel that Bucky had found, and gestured for him to ease it off. "Well then, let's see what we're working with."

When you grow up with a best friend who's Steve Rogers, you maybe get accustomed to little guys having more bite than people expect. Still, Bucky isn't going to slouch on the protection department, if the issue comes up.

"Yeah," he sighs, because that's definitely the general assessment. He works his fingers into the tiny space between the panel and the larger console, pulling it off once he's got a good grip on it. More dust billows out, making him cough, before he motions for Tyrion to aim the light inside.

"Well... nothing looks chewed to pieces," he murmurs, angling his own head to see as far as he can, before sticking his fingers in and feeling along the guts of the thing - desperately hoping nothing is nested in there. "Feels intact. You see anything around here that looks like an 'on' switch?"

Tyrion leaned in to look within the panel himself, shining the light back and forth to see everything within. He tipped in a bit more, so he could reach down and find the right wires to twist together, or a switch of some kind.

"Yeah, I see .... this. Here." He was quiet for a moment as he reached in to twist something. So there would be a slight hum, and the pipes starting to rattle slightly.

"Okay, we need to find ... a release valve for the pressure."

Bucky just leans back, happy to let Tyrion have the space he needs to get things, well, moving. And it seems like it works - which has Bucky letting out a relieved breath, although he does essentially snap to attention because, "Yeah, if we blow up the water plant, I don't think anyone's gonna be singing our praises."

Which means he starts scanning the area, because ideally it'll be nearby...

"There," he says, in motion almost as soon as he says it, striding toward another console and brushing off more dust, nose wrinkling. "I think this is it." It's a valve, he can tell that much. When he gets his hands on it, he can tell the wheel is rusted; he's got to adjust his stance and his grip, because breaking the damn thing off isn't going to do any more good than leaving it closed.

But slowly, slowly, he starts to get it moving, without the thing just crumbling in his hands. He keeps up the slow, steady pressure, calling back to Tyrion, "Things looking okay over there? I don't know if this is the only valve."

Tyrion eyed the pipes, and then got himself out, sending the flashlight's beam left and right. Whatever they had done, had managed to send power back to a set of consoles, so he went over to give them a read.

"It appears we are on the right track." He called out, "Everything appears to be going to the green - once we hit the right level, I shall have you close off the valve." He noted a few more of the dials, and stated, "This should give us water to the entire town. Barring any pipe leaks, that is."

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