In Lua's hands, there was a dart. He held it firmly with his new robotic right arm, and with great caution, he flung it towards a target on the wall. His arm had flinched slightly, changing its trajectory to the right.
It's not perfect… Lua thought, frustrated. He had been trying to figure out the reason for why it had been malfunctioning in such a way for multiple hours now, and it was only serving to frustrate him more and more.
Although he had been initially insistent on solving this problem, at this rate, he felt like he was just going to leave it be. Sol was still unconscious and he had no idea how long she would be away for, and he had no idea how to fix this. He had tried multiple things from increasing the amount of fluid so that it wouldn't act suddenly, to nearly reconstructing the entire device.
