[AND HE WILL, AT A RAPID PACE. Do you see someone fastwalking down the road, Falcon? That's Guy, his face flushed with excitement and a fire in his eyes. He's ready to see these marvelous cars.]
[Falcon, as a rule, is generally subdued, but even though he's not as cheerful as Guy, it's easy to see he's more enthused than he's been in a while.
The cars are really not that impressive--most of them are nearly overtaken by rust, some of them rest on cinderblocks, and one or two seem to be gutted entirely. Falcon, however, seems completely undaunted.]
[What does he think? Guy looks at the cars before him, at the rusted frames and the parts laying around. He looks at the shabby assortment before him, and it's like a mother proudly gazing upon her children as they prepare for their first day of school.]
These are wonderful! [He's already moving to take a look at the closest one. Its exterior isn't in the best state--in fact, some of the paint flakes off as he raises its hood--but appearances aren't what concerns Guy. It's what's on the inside.] I mean, they could use some fixing up but man! I didn't think a shabby place like this would have this kinda stuff.
[Falcon wouldn't go so far as to call them wonderful--he knows his roots, but he also knows that these cars pale in comparison to home technology. They still use fossil fuels, even, and their engines, devoid of advanced computers and plasma systems, might as well be speaking a different language.
Still, he's nothing if not confident in his mechanical prowess. One way or another, one of these cars is going to move.]
Enough supplies in some of these stores to get one up and running, if you don't have anything better to do.
[With both of them working together, there's no doubt they can make something out of these scrap heaps. These engines were similar to the ones he worked with back home. Guy runs his hand over the car's interior. Yes, there were the valves, the pistons-- he can't tell what the differences are without taking them apart, but the idea of getting his hands into some good mechanical material at long last elates him. The CDC's technology is impressive, but it's nice to work once in a while with something he can easily understand.
He raises his hand to beam at Falcon.]
You kidding me? For these beauties, I've got all the time.
[He beams. Actually, legitimately beams. This is a real smile, folks. Maybe it's a little unsettling? Maybe Guy won't notice because they're too busy looking at shitty primitive cars. Now that he has another pair of hands, they're bound to get one of these up and running in no time.
Falcon pops the hood on one. And stares. That is an honest-to-god internal combustion engine.]
You'd think they'd be off fossil fuels by now, though.
[Fortunately, Guy misses that horrific sight since he's got his eyes fixed on the beauty laid out before him. He's looking at it with the same affection someone would look at their significant other. At Falcon's mention, he laughs and looks over.]
That's right. You've moved way past that on your world. [He shrugs.] If you ask me, it's a benefit to us. It's easier to work with the basics.
[Yeah, moving away from this car so he can look at some of the salvage.] I hope you've found some oil as well. It's gonna be tough to make these guys work without fuel.
Great. [He's shifting through a pile to see if there's anything useful.] So, which one do you want? You're the one who found them-- you should decide which one we fix up.
[Falcon's already selected, of course, and he's quick to lead Guy over to it--it's still largely defunct, but slightly less-so than the others. He pops the hood.]
Engine looks pretty okay, as far as I can see. Some of the connections are shot, but I think we can get it up and rolling.
[She's not a bad choice. Then again, Falcon could've picked most any car from this lot and Guy would've rolled with it. He glances over it--the tires, the paint job--before he leans in to take a peek at the workings beneath.]
Between the two of us it should be a cinch. [Falcon may not be familiar with diesel-powered machines, but Guy's got faith that the bounty hunter could pick it up without much fuss.
He rolls up his sleeves.]
Let's get started, then. [It's something to do while they wait for the word from their instructors, after all.] You bring any tools with you?
[Perfect. Guy's eyes are sparkling as he bends down to dig through it. It's very moe.]
Awesome! [He's as giddy as a little kid right now. Wrenches and tubing and all sorts of crap oh yulia this is so good.] Man, this place is a gold mine. It almost makes me want to stay.
[Falcon doesn't want to stay. Falcon wants to be back on the Neheda, with his car, not these half-rusted wrecks, even if it does give them something to do.]
[In the long run, there's no point in staying on Aqada. This wasn't where they were supposed to be. Guy knows that much, but there's nothing they can do at the moment aside from keep their hands busy, their eyes peeled.
For someone like him, this is a welcome distraction. Guy offers him a smug smile.]
[Falcon gestures widely, indicating that they're on a derelict space station and Guy can sit his ass down wherever he likes. He picks up a coil of the aforementioned solder and tosses it his way, not particularly caring whether or not he's going to catch it.]
[Point taken. Guy's hand shoots up, catches it with no problem. He turns it over, inspecting it for any damage. There's none. Good. He starts unwinding it, preparing the proper length for it to be fed into the solder. As he does so, he peers beneath the car's hood again.]
Where you planning to take her once we fix her up?
[This station's a whole lot of nothing, after all.]
[Falcon gets back to work on his own task, not looking up to continue talking.]
Supply runs.
[It's the responsible thing to do. The station is large, and the recruits are scattered, so it might help to get a vehicle or two up and running to transport things faster.]
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Got some defunct vehicles out here. Primitive, maybe 20th/21st century Earth?
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I think I can fix one.
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where are you can I get a look at them too /
I LIED OLD MAN HAS TO FIX HIS GRAMMAR
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Out past the big hardware store. Home Depot? Just follow the road.
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Heading over
[AND HE WILL, AT A RAPID PACE. Do you see someone fastwalking down the road, Falcon? That's Guy, his face flushed with excitement and a fire in his eyes. He's ready to see these marvelous cars.]
Falcon! Hey! [So cheerful.]
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The cars are really not that impressive--most of them are nearly overtaken by rust, some of them rest on cinderblocks, and one or two seem to be gutted entirely. Falcon, however, seems completely undaunted.]
What do you think?
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These are wonderful! [He's already moving to take a look at the closest one. Its exterior isn't in the best state--in fact, some of the paint flakes off as he raises its hood--but appearances aren't what concerns Guy. It's what's on the inside.] I mean, they could use some fixing up but man! I didn't think a shabby place like this would have this kinda stuff.
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Still, he's nothing if not confident in his mechanical prowess. One way or another, one of these cars is going to move.]
Enough supplies in some of these stores to get one up and running, if you don't have anything better to do.
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He raises his hand to beam at Falcon.]
You kidding me? For these beauties, I've got all the time.
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[He beams. Actually, legitimately beams. This is a real smile, folks. Maybe it's a little unsettling? Maybe Guy won't notice because they're too busy looking at shitty primitive cars. Now that he has another pair of hands, they're bound to get one of these up and running in no time.
Falcon pops the hood on one. And stares. That is an honest-to-god internal combustion engine.]
You'd think they'd be off fossil fuels by now, though.
[Holy shit.]
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That's right. You've moved way past that on your world. [He shrugs.] If you ask me, it's a benefit to us. It's easier to work with the basics.
[Yeah, moving away from this car so he can look at some of the salvage.] I hope you've found some oil as well. It's gonna be tough to make these guys work without fuel.
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He'd argue that this is not at all the basics--the roots, maybe, but in many ways, all of this is a bit unfamiliar.]
Got some gasoline in it. We can probably siphon more out of the other ones.
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[Falcon's already selected, of course, and he's quick to lead Guy over to it--it's still largely defunct, but slightly less-so than the others. He pops the hood.]
Engine looks pretty okay, as far as I can see. Some of the connections are shot, but I think we can get it up and rolling.
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Between the two of us it should be a cinch. [Falcon may not be familiar with diesel-powered machines, but Guy's got faith that the bounty hunter could pick it up without much fuss.
He rolls up his sleeves.]
Let's get started, then. [It's something to do while they wait for the word from their instructors, after all.] You bring any tools with you?
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[He gestures to an open bag that he very clearly used to loot Home Depot.]
There's a big hardware store around. Lots of stuff.
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Awesome! [He's as giddy as a little kid right now. Wrenches and tubing and all sorts of crap oh yulia this is so good.] Man, this place is a gold mine. It almost makes me want to stay.
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[Falcon doesn't want to stay. Falcon wants to be back on the Neheda, with his car, not these half-rusted wrecks, even if it does give them something to do.]
Can you solder?
hits u with ass old tags
For someone like him, this is a welcome distraction. Guy offers him a smug smile.]
Can a duck swim? You got somewhere for me to sit?
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Gas tank's cracked. Need to patch it up.
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Where you planning to take her once we fix her up?
[This station's a whole lot of nothing, after all.]
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Supply runs.
[It's the responsible thing to do. The station is large, and the recruits are scattered, so it might help to get a vehicle or two up and running to transport things faster.]