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| The Winds of Change | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 14 2012, 09:52 AM (315 Views) | |
| PMD14 | Nov 14 2012, 09:52 AM Post #1 |
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Newhall, Gun-Tahn The day had changed direction just after lunch and now, as the filthy wall clock in the garage ticked down the last half hour, storm clouds were brewing just on the outskirts of town. The cool change was a welcome sight after such a filthy hot week and Dale stood by the front roller door looking out towards the clouds, his open shirt blowing in the wind. He was an old, gruff man, a dirty white beard covering most of his face with a hideously old hawaiian shirt open to show his less than ideal physique. "Looks like a wet weekend ahead, boy." Despite the fact that it was a cheery remark, the old man's gruff voice made it more of a gravelly, unsure mumble. The 'boy' it was directed to, Chaz Perreault, had been part of the old mans life long enough to not take it personally - Dale's demeanor was simply part of his charm. "You got plans? What happened to that young lady who was in here waiting on yer last week?" Dale turned to his apprentice, wiping some grease from his hands with an old towel and grinning a seedy grin. |
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| Chaz | Nov 15 2012, 07:25 AM Post #2 |
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Reavers Love Slave
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"Gorrammit..." Chaz mumbles. Error code 1007 flashes on the peripheral diagnostic display he has plugged into his latest assignment, a refurbished vintage dune skipper some collector brought in last week. Usually the old man's muffled grumblings don't distract him from his work, like a rambling uncle talking about the old days. But the mention of the girl had gotten his mind wandering and now he would have to rewrite the last few lines of code he had input into the skipper's HUD. Chaz put down the pocket keypad and looked up at Dale who was grinning slightly. "I dunno" Chaz replied. Truth is, he didn't really know. Her name was Vyvyan and Chaz had met her in town at an arcade a week before. They talked a little and finished with the ol' "cya around" line. Actually Chaz was more than a little surprised when she had shown up at the shop looking for him. But he was also used to girls having an initial interest and then seemingly falling off the face of the planet, so he didn't have his hopes up. Chaz stood up and walked over to the door, feeling the cool air blow into the garage. He wiped his greasy hands on his shirt, put them in his pocket and stared out. Not much to look at out here, but both men enjoyed the peaceful location. The sky seemed to be more than grey, touches of green were edging up from the horizon. Dale stared at him for a while, hoping to hear more. The old man was content enough but liked living vicariously through Chaz. "I better finish this debug before I leave for the weekend" Chaz said and went back over to the upside down skipper, it's two oversized wheels sticking up over his head. |
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| PMD14 | Nov 16 2012, 09:11 AM Post #3 |
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"Oh, I know that look." The old man had turned to face his young apprentice with a cheeky grin and a shake of his head. "Don't you worry, son. She seemed like a keeper to me." He then started moving back into the garage, collecting some tools from here and there and reassembling them on the brackets against the back wall. Outside, a few distant flashes of lightning lit up the sky. "You don't mind if I head off then?" Dale had already ditched his overalls and was now taking his work boots off - it hadn't really been a question, more of a goodbye. "Don't worry too much about the skipper - if she's a real yi dwei da buen chuo roh, just leave it for Monday." The old man had a work ethic like no other, but he had learned long ago the value of R&R. That was probably one of the best parts of working for him. Yi dwei da buen chuo roh - Big, stupid pile of stinking meat |
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| Chaz | Nov 20 2012, 11:39 AM Post #4 |
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Reavers Love Slave
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After Dale had left, Chaz stood in the middle of the shop next to the upturned skipper. He only had a few more lines left to go to rewrite the accelerometer, and then he could test it out, take it for a spin even. But he wasn't feeling it. He just stood there, in a daze, like he was waiting for someone to slap him. It was getting darker outside. Darker still because of the storm. He didn't know what he wanted to do. His life had stagnated over the past couple years here and he let his mind wander to other ships and worlds that he had been on. What was this place? Was this his destiny? A flash of lightning outside snapped him out of it. It was more like a blast of lightning actually and Chaz thought it might have actually touched down somewhere in the distance. That would make the spark farmers happy, well, the poor ones who could't afford rods that extended into the clouds. But there weren't any lightning farmers this close to town. If a big blast like that came down it would arc towards the closest freestanding metal object. The shop was almost three stories high and much larger than the noodle shop across the way. If lightning did strike this place it might be okay, but it also might crash and burn. How long had it been since Dale left? Would he come back if he thought the shop to be in danger? Or was he already getting cozy with a bottle of his homebrew? Chaz had to think fast. There wasn't much of value in the shop, no cash, no vehicles of any real working status. He punched the button for the skipper's hoist and the large front wheel rose into the air. He grabbed a rear seat handle and heaved it forward, bringing the skipper to an awkward upright. He lowered the front wheel onto the ground by hitting the button again and disengaged the hoist. Reaching down he swiped up the debugging console and without disconnecting it from the port under the skipper, tossed it into his jacket pocket. "Here goes nuthin" he mumbled as he climbed onto the seat he reached into the control manifold and grasped the handles, punching the ignition. |
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| PMD14 | Nov 21 2012, 11:24 AM Post #5 |
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The engine of the beast spluttered to life for a few moments, then collapsed into silence again. A loud beeping sound came from the console before Chaz and a red light indicated an ignition sequence failure. He'd missed something. As the rain outside started to fall heavily, the loud clanging of the downpour against the metal roofing drowning out nearly all other sound, a voice echoed across the garage. "Seems like she might just need a new thermashock bracket." The man had let himself into the shop via the front door - Dale mustn't have locked it on the way out. The door had closed behind him just as the rain began. He was a tall man, broad shouldered and suited in his Sunday best. His short cropped hair was jet black. The man smiled, wiping down his suit before removing the jacket - underneath, a black vest was accompanied by two high-tech sidarms on either side - folding the jacket neatly and placing it on the nearby workbench. "Doesn't seem like something a man of your calibre would forget about though, is it, Mr Perreault?" |
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| Chaz | Nov 26 2012, 03:56 AM Post #6 |
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Reavers Love Slave
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Chaz felt his heart drop like a lead zeppelin, his lungs felt empty and his mind was racing. Alliance, they found me, the skipper, it will take just a few seconds to bypass the thermashock regulator, no time, run for it, no use, who was this man? He had to be Alliance, how else could he know my last name? Have to respond... "Can I help you?" He didn't want to give anything away, or even aknowledge the use of the Perreault last name. "Come now Charles, no need for the formalities..." The man stepped further into the shop and the light revealed a strong face with distinguished lines creasing his eyes and cheeks. He smiled a little, and his face seemed like it was meant to smile. Chaz thought he detected a familiarity there but couldn't be sure. "Besides, it seems we have a mutual friend?" The man looked over his shoulder at the door and it opened, it was Vyvyan, the girl from the arcade! Why was she here and how was she connected to this not so strange man?? There was no way Chaz could imagine her being Alliance... He was still just as confused, if not more so, but his curiousity was beginning to outwiegh his fear. Still, he poised on the skipper, tense, ready to move quickly if the need arose. He looked over at the girl who had closed her umbrella and walked up beside the man and was now allowing a similar knowing smile to escape the corners of her lips. "Wha... What's going on here?" Chaz had finally succumbed to his sheer bewilderment. |
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