greymankle Posted April 24, 2005 Report Share Posted April 24, 2005 I'm still waiting for the books to stat out my world. So I thought I'd write a short story to flesh it out some more. Let me know what you think. Part One -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Burning diesel fuel and cigarettes. God this place reeks, Carlos thought to himself. Iâ€™ve been waiting for this hack, who calls himself a mechanic, for over two hours. Enough is enough. â€œHey man! When can I cruise outta here? You said this was an easy job!â€ As if a response, another part of Carlosâ€™ baby rolls out. Only stop next to a pair of grease stained jeans sticking out from under the fender. â€œWell mate, whoever tweaked your hover system really nodgeâ€™d it all up. Youâ€™ve got more generators than your capacitors can â€˜andle.â€ This voice came from somewhere to the left of the legs. â€œI re-routed your forward stabilizer so it syncs up with the rear boosters. You should keep more speed in the turn without gettinâ€™ that feelinâ€™ like your keister is gonna shake loose from your boots.â€ At this point the legs grew into a full person as something rolled out from underneath the bike. Carlos was now looking down at a grease covered, hairy gorilla. The gorilla said he was human but Carlos wanted paperwork. â€œNow if you want a ride that will keep you from the five-oh, I suggest you go back to your chair and pop a sim in or something. I got work to do.â€ Carlos returned to his seat and picked a magazine. He never even considered popping in a waiting room sim. Sure it took you away to some tropical beach for a few hours. Meanwhile your meat-bag is left dead to the world. Might as well hang a sign saying â€œPlease Rob! - keys are in my left pocketâ€ Settling in for the wait he took stock of his surroundings. Dingy chairs, racing posters, and a ragged counter. He never liked these dual-purpose shops. The sign out front says Jeffries Generatorâ€™s but the bulk of the work is tricking out skids. I just came in for a tune-up. It rattled a bit I wanted it fixed. This jerks got half the engine torn apart, what did I expect, being from off-world. Carlos wasnâ€™t from around here thatâ€™s for sure. Originally from the south side of New Detroit. He made his creds running things around town. Break it down to brass tacks and he was nothing but a high paid delivery boy. Call it what you want the money was good. As Carlos rested his feet on the large black case containing his â€œadd-ons,â€ he stared up at the counter. Canâ€™t be more than another hour, donâ€™t know why Iâ€™m in a hurry. Havenâ€™t gotten one job since landing on this frozen rock. Back in the New D he worked for somebody. He did what he was told and took what he got offered. Not that the Yaks were a bad people. He got all respect that a new Mexican working for the old Japanese deserved. None. During one of his runs he slid down by the star docks. A.F.D. Spencer was headed out to Neptune. When he saw the freighter was offering up an empty seat he took it. Dropped of the package at its home and was waiting for lift-off in 30 min. No clue what waited for him but if he was running from the Yaks he had better run far. Back in the present, he rested his hand, inside his coat, on the handle of his Cobra and drifted off to sleep. â€œHey this aint no hostel.â€ a rough boot kicked Carlos awake. The gorilla was back. â€˜sides, your skids done.â€ Finally. As he rose to peer over the counter his baby came into view. The trip in the freighter had not been kind. The front wings were dinged and the paint scratched. The gorilla must have replaced the broken windshield. â€œI didnâ€™t ask you to fix the glassâ€ muttered Carlos. I am not paying for that. â€œYou also didnâ€™t ask me to up your out-put 30%. Also re-zeroâ€™d your targeting system and got you a new seat. Nice and cushieâ€ The fur covered face split into a smile, showing a fairly human mouth in definite need of dental care. â€œYeah and what are you going to charge me for that? I ainâ€™t made of credsâ€ â€œNothingâ€ â€œOk sure, then what do you want for it. Even gorillas donâ€™t work for free.â€ Carlos regretted the comment as soon as it left his lips. Whatever, if he wants to do charity work thatâ€™s on him. I donâ€™t owe him anything. â€œI got a friend just out of the zone. He needs some engine parts to fix up his ship. You delivery them out there and you can keep the mods. Iâ€™ll even throw in a grand for your trouble. Easy job there and backâ€ There and back. Iâ€™ve heard that before. I got nothing better going on. â€œAlright gimme the grids and the stuff, Iâ€˜ll do itâ€ beats standing in the cold. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Never claimed to be Charles Dickens. Just trying to get the imagery of Arcanus. Any thoughts? -Peace Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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