CH7: Firstname Lastname (Cinco + Renardo)
Jun 18, 2019 15:38:56 GMT -6
Post by montywonty on Jun 18, 2019 15:38:56 GMT -6
To see the hangar was an oddly sobering sight for Renardo. Literally so, considering he was still shaking off what little alcohol he had the night before. The sense of scale was clearly what was different, with mechanical chest pieces being several meters long. The workers were just as far from his realm of sight, covered in baggy work clothes and reeking of oil. But nonetheless, he had to observe. The designer indulged in each step, cane tapping against the metal workfloor as he watched the gargantuan pieces of art rise in their construction.
Finally, he turned as the one who requested him to be here had arrived. “...Sir Cinco, was it?”
The view of the hangar certainly wasn’t unique, but the little corner Renardo had found himself in was. Eschewing an office (like all of the other important hanger drones) Cinco had established a ‘makeshift fort’ comprised of two tents, stacks of material, and a ‘desk’ made of an old weapons crate. He could be found there most of the time, tapping away at several screens that illuminated his face in bright blues. His once dyed hair was slowly revealing his oaken roots, but otherwise the engineer seemed as fit as ever.
“Ayup yup, that’d be me!” Came his voice, the engineer scuttling out of his seat, stretching as he did, only to shoot his hand forward towards Renardo for a shake. “Aaaaaaand you must be Mr. Renardo Lastname, whose tin can we’ve just picked up.”
Renardo quirked his lip in perplexion. The greeting was somewhat unorthodox, and the workstation even more so. Part of him wondered how this fellow has managed to stay as long as he has in the field. But it’s not an unheard of story; an eccentric designer that was nonetheless passionate in his own little eccentric world. By the looks of it, he still got the job done after all.
“Santos. But, if it’s more suiting for you, Sir Cinco, then Renardo will do just fine.” He said while mechanical fingers whirred in meeting the handshake. “‘Tis only a fair assumption to say that you’ve called me so we can discuss the ‘tin can’ I’ve been assigned. I have a feeling you have your own hefty words to say on it.”
“Hmm? What?” Cinco leaned in, tilting his head to the side while he vigorously shook Renardo’s hand. “No, sorry, don’t care too much about that. I mean, it’s fine and all but that’s not why I wanted to meet you.” He ended the shake by instead pulling Renardo towards him, dragging the new recruit onto his seat as he pulled up his main screen.
“See, I’ve been stuck doin’ a lot of, uh…” ACCESS DENIED popped up several times, inciting a groan from Cinco. “Ugh, sorry, wrong version…” He popped up another screen before continuing. “Basically, I’m not really that great at this encryption stuff, but I have some of the EW guys helping me out so it’s been swellish. Anyways I found some stuff that I want a certain person having, while meeting someone new. Cool right?”
There was a grin on his face, but given that his attention was focused entirely on the screen in front of him, Renardo probably wouldn’t notice. “Oh! I forgot, it’s got uh… It mentions Santos, I think? That’s your last name right? Yeah I run a screen on names against the ones we have onboard, just in case, found something that might be interesting to you too.”
One click later, and a memory card popped out of his computer. The engineer slide it towards Renardo. “Take it, the guy I want you to meet is called Gabe… Gabe…”
A moment passed.
“...Lastname.”
An uncomfortable grunt from Renardo as his robotic arm was pulled - thank god for Somnis technology being a total dream. The designer adjusted himself repeatedly within Cinco’s seat. Far from what could be called orthopedic. The madman probably liked his work so much he never noticed, however.
Yet watching the man wiggle through his work was almost entertaining. Cinco reminded Renardo of himself back in his youth; this time with twice the glimmer of hope and twice the mouth. “I see,” he stated, his organic fingertips tapping inquisitively against the table while eyeing the memory card.
“Just to clarify, Sir Cinco. You simply called me here to deliver whatever this is, to...Mr. Crwydryn, I believe?” A light tilt of his head. “I wager that the information on this device is sensitive?”
The engineer nodded, leaning back and stretching his arms out. “Ayup! Well, that and I wanted to give you a looksie, heard you and chrome dome were kitted out in some new tech.” As if to emphasize his point, the engineer slouched forward, lazily glanced at Renardo’s arm. “S’alright though. Make sure no one else reads it, by the way. Just go to him and like… Share the part he’s supposed to read, and maybe read the part you gotta. You know, all civil-like.”
“‘Tis a fair thing to ask for.” Renardo replied as he took hold of the card in one hand, the whirring of his arm piping up once more as a small compartment opened up from underneath his wrist. It was here that the card would have its temporary vacation. “Understood. I shall make sure to offer only the finest of discretion.”
A light pushing up of his own spectacles. “Was there...anything else?”
“Nope!” Came the engineer’s reply as he spun to face forward again, once more buried in his work. “Just uh, don’t let the nonexistent door kick ya on the way out yeah? Oh! And if you have questions about the machines…”
Cinco peaked up and around, before pointing at a random mechanic. “Ask them! Alright, later.”
Finally, he turned as the one who requested him to be here had arrived. “...Sir Cinco, was it?”
The view of the hangar certainly wasn’t unique, but the little corner Renardo had found himself in was. Eschewing an office (like all of the other important hanger drones) Cinco had established a ‘makeshift fort’ comprised of two tents, stacks of material, and a ‘desk’ made of an old weapons crate. He could be found there most of the time, tapping away at several screens that illuminated his face in bright blues. His once dyed hair was slowly revealing his oaken roots, but otherwise the engineer seemed as fit as ever.
“Ayup yup, that’d be me!” Came his voice, the engineer scuttling out of his seat, stretching as he did, only to shoot his hand forward towards Renardo for a shake. “Aaaaaaand you must be Mr. Renardo Lastname, whose tin can we’ve just picked up.”
Renardo quirked his lip in perplexion. The greeting was somewhat unorthodox, and the workstation even more so. Part of him wondered how this fellow has managed to stay as long as he has in the field. But it’s not an unheard of story; an eccentric designer that was nonetheless passionate in his own little eccentric world. By the looks of it, he still got the job done after all.
“Santos. But, if it’s more suiting for you, Sir Cinco, then Renardo will do just fine.” He said while mechanical fingers whirred in meeting the handshake. “‘Tis only a fair assumption to say that you’ve called me so we can discuss the ‘tin can’ I’ve been assigned. I have a feeling you have your own hefty words to say on it.”
“Hmm? What?” Cinco leaned in, tilting his head to the side while he vigorously shook Renardo’s hand. “No, sorry, don’t care too much about that. I mean, it’s fine and all but that’s not why I wanted to meet you.” He ended the shake by instead pulling Renardo towards him, dragging the new recruit onto his seat as he pulled up his main screen.
“See, I’ve been stuck doin’ a lot of, uh…” ACCESS DENIED popped up several times, inciting a groan from Cinco. “Ugh, sorry, wrong version…” He popped up another screen before continuing. “Basically, I’m not really that great at this encryption stuff, but I have some of the EW guys helping me out so it’s been swellish. Anyways I found some stuff that I want a certain person having, while meeting someone new. Cool right?”
There was a grin on his face, but given that his attention was focused entirely on the screen in front of him, Renardo probably wouldn’t notice. “Oh! I forgot, it’s got uh… It mentions Santos, I think? That’s your last name right? Yeah I run a screen on names against the ones we have onboard, just in case, found something that might be interesting to you too.”
One click later, and a memory card popped out of his computer. The engineer slide it towards Renardo. “Take it, the guy I want you to meet is called Gabe… Gabe…”
A moment passed.
“...Lastname.”
An uncomfortable grunt from Renardo as his robotic arm was pulled - thank god for Somnis technology being a total dream. The designer adjusted himself repeatedly within Cinco’s seat. Far from what could be called orthopedic. The madman probably liked his work so much he never noticed, however.
Yet watching the man wiggle through his work was almost entertaining. Cinco reminded Renardo of himself back in his youth; this time with twice the glimmer of hope and twice the mouth. “I see,” he stated, his organic fingertips tapping inquisitively against the table while eyeing the memory card.
“Just to clarify, Sir Cinco. You simply called me here to deliver whatever this is, to...Mr. Crwydryn, I believe?” A light tilt of his head. “I wager that the information on this device is sensitive?”
The engineer nodded, leaning back and stretching his arms out. “Ayup! Well, that and I wanted to give you a looksie, heard you and chrome dome were kitted out in some new tech.” As if to emphasize his point, the engineer slouched forward, lazily glanced at Renardo’s arm. “S’alright though. Make sure no one else reads it, by the way. Just go to him and like… Share the part he’s supposed to read, and maybe read the part you gotta. You know, all civil-like.”
“‘Tis a fair thing to ask for.” Renardo replied as he took hold of the card in one hand, the whirring of his arm piping up once more as a small compartment opened up from underneath his wrist. It was here that the card would have its temporary vacation. “Understood. I shall make sure to offer only the finest of discretion.”
A light pushing up of his own spectacles. “Was there...anything else?”
“Nope!” Came the engineer’s reply as he spun to face forward again, once more buried in his work. “Just uh, don’t let the nonexistent door kick ya on the way out yeah? Oh! And if you have questions about the machines…”
Cinco peaked up and around, before pointing at a random mechanic. “Ask them! Alright, later.”