[ Qubit brushes a stray hair out of his face and leans in for a closer look, steadying the offending arm with his hand. To his eyes, it doesn't look too bad. Some blown actuators and damaged connections, repaired in a way that might actually increase the strain on the joint - but that'd be an easy mistake to make. It's not the worst repair job he's ever seen, and certainly not unfixable.
But... there's something else. Qubit's got sort of a sixth sense for technology, which comes in absolutely critical for analyzing and prototyping on the fly, but it's difficult to put into words precisely what it is he "feels." Two suits of power armor could look identical, but feel very different, depending on differences in implementation, the underlying technology, the quirks of an individual designer...
And this suit feels oddly familiar. Not exactly the same, but similar enough to make him suspicious. As suddenly as it appeared, his lighthearted mood is gone. ]
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[ Qubit brushes a stray hair out of his face and leans in for a closer look, steadying the offending arm with his hand. To his eyes, it doesn't look too bad. Some blown actuators and damaged connections, repaired in a way that might actually increase the strain on the joint - but that'd be an easy mistake to make. It's not the worst repair job he's ever seen, and certainly not unfixable.
But... there's something else. Qubit's got sort of a sixth sense for technology, which comes in absolutely critical for analyzing and prototyping on the fly, but it's difficult to put into words precisely what it is he "feels." Two suits of power armor could look identical, but feel very different, depending on differences in implementation, the underlying technology, the quirks of an individual designer...
And this suit feels oddly familiar. Not exactly the same, but similar enough to make him suspicious. As suddenly as it appeared, his lighthearted mood is gone. ]
... Who built it?