Post by Dr. Gerald Fitzgerald on Jun 15, 2009 0:48:52 GMT -5
Dr. Gerald Fitzgerald mumbled unhappily to himself as he watched while his Modified Pteras was carted into the Zoid Garage he had decided to store it at. Despite his unhappiness, he couldnt help but feel a twinge of pride at his first step toward acceptance in the scientific community.
"Those storage rates were outrageous" The labcoat wearing scientist lamented as he opened his wallet and checked on his scant few remaining credits. "But they are letting me use their tools to modify my zoid as long as I pay for any broken ones. I think thats good. Gah, i'm not sure, this town is so crazy...."
He pocketed his wallet and pulled out his notepad. He needed to write down his observations from his earlier test of the "Dr. Mod" that he had converted his Pteras into.
"It pulled a little right, but thats probably just an unadjusted servo in the wings" He muttered as he wrote it down "The new missile system on the other hand...." He trailed off and began writing some very complex looking notes down on his pad
"Those storage rates were outrageous" The labcoat wearing scientist lamented as he opened his wallet and checked on his scant few remaining credits. "But they are letting me use their tools to modify my zoid as long as I pay for any broken ones. I think thats good. Gah, i'm not sure, this town is so crazy...."
He pocketed his wallet and pulled out his notepad. He needed to write down his observations from his earlier test of the "Dr. Mod" that he had converted his Pteras into.
"It pulled a little right, but thats probably just an unadjusted servo in the wings" He muttered as he wrote it down "The new missile system on the other hand...." He trailed off and began writing some very complex looking notes down on his pad
