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@ Arc. When Arc steps into the garage she enters a world of parts and tools she's never been able to afford and all of it stored with a neatness and precision that does it's owners mind. The next three hours are spent in the garage stripping down hardware. Piecing things together and putting it back together in ways it's makers hadn't intended. And when testing it's range had slagged the h2a7 resulting in a fireworks show that had all but destroyed the armatures Henri is so crestfallen it's funny. But evidently James sister had perfect timing because food and drinks came at that moment.
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Arc couldn't begin to describe how she felt to be in such a place. Amazed, for one: much of the parts and tools found in this garage she had only heard of from tech manuals, each regarded highly in them. Enthused for sure: she had been invited to join her Vrukart and his Ork brother-in-law to play with them. And most definitely humbled: the owner of all this was definitely a master of his craft, to a level that Arc could only dream to be. And on top of that he was legit: not a runner like her.
But what I'm doing is going to save some people. And it's a challenge to face. Can't forget that, girly She chided to herself as she felt her man embrace her from behind, Henri giving a welcoming hug as well before they got to work. Much laughter was to be had as they all tinkered, bouncing their ideas off of each other, pointing out details each had missed, and for a few hours, Arc had completely forgotten that this was only one side of her life. Here, she was Tessa, Vruken to Jaime and welcomed into this new family, all sharing a love for tech and bonding over it. Tessa wouldn't trade any of it for the world, and for her work time fixes vehicles in the Barrens under the SIN "Lauren Summers", which is perfectly acceptable in Barrens society to have a false name for the records.
When the night fell, though, she was Arc, an underground mechanic with gang history and a shadowrunner. She fixed vehicles under the table, along with any manner of armor, weapons, and other tech. And she committed to jobs that put her at risk to better others or to bring money home. The jobs were challenges, and the inner problem-solving drive Arc possessed loved it. Both sides are her...she loves them both, and for now will keep both. She had mentioned to Jaime about maybe wanting sleep regulator just the other day...after the long nights she has had recently, it wouldn't hurt.
Maybe if I can get enough spare cred, I'll pull for one. It's for me, so I should be paying for it Bringing herself back into focus, she glanced over at Henri and spouted off some Or'Zet as she fired up the welder iron in her arm.
"BIch karryat ia vut pra'karaka?" As he handed over the housing she was looking to install her circuit board in, the h2a7 that was the center of their current focus went up, making a high pitched whine before erupting in a shower of sparks. Jaime was the first to react, grabbing the nearby extinguisher and dousing the device before more damage was done. Taking a step back, Henri's look was absolutely priceless as the mechanic woman gave a low whistle.
"...induction coils musta made contact with the capacitance manifold, shorted out the resistors, overloaded the circuits...whoops" Jaime, with the timing of a jovial deity, came back with the extinguisher in one hand, giving the ork a pat on the back with the other.
"Don't lie and say you didn't anticipate this. Weren't you telling me just last week on spacing of components, Sruikart? Come on, let's see if you have a spare..." Henri looked, to say the very least to Tessa, dumbfounded and struck with what seemed like genuine grief and frustration at such a botching, but luckily for them, Bettina came to the rescue, the motherly-looking human bearing a tray of loaded up sandwhiches and some sodas for each of them in one arm, her other holding up a squirming Little J perched upon her hip.
"Ookay, break time is in order I think. Huu, Henri, what are you cooking in here? Come on in, get outta that smoke huh?" No arguments to be found the trio filed into the dining room, Arc once again bewildered by the quality and quantity of food that was offered, popping off the bottletops with her cybernetic hand for everyone's sodas as a way of helping. Having been so focused on the work with the two guys, the mechanic had forgotten how hungry she was after her own pathetic attempt at breakfast, and dug in with gusto.
Much of the lunch was spent eating, the occasional interjection of ideas of how to circumvent their most recent botch breaking their repast, and it wasn't long before the four of them were faced with empty plates, quite full and content as they dusted off their sodas. Suppressing a small burp, Arc covered her mouth as everyone else got up, the boys heading back to the garage whilst Bettina started working to clean up the table whilst holding the mini-ork.
"Ah...need some help? I can clean up or..." Without a word, the short girl found herself seated again, a squirming and happy Little J on her lap and in her arms, the baby seemingly remembering the rigger...or at least the shiny metal arm she sported, his mouth opening as he attempted to set his tusks on the cybernetic limb. Cheeks flushing, she waved her arm to dodge the forming teeth, playing with the infant whilst the older woman cleaned the dishes. There was silence for a few minutes before Arc said anything, glancing over to the garage.
"...your Vruk loves his work, doesn't he. I can tell. And you as well. Three kids and I dunno how many years, and he never took eyes off ya for the lunch. Thanks for that, by the way...I'm a bit of a drek cook, haha~" She looked up at the older woman, remembering that they shared a common trait: history in a gang, both free from that part of their life.
She looks happy. Wonder how hard it was to break free... Thinking, she sat back and closed her eyes, keeping her arms out to prevent Little J from sneaking out of her lap.
