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Deep within the belly of their floating vessel, Mechan was fast at work with a new project for him and his partner Cable. Hunched over a table covered in tiny gears and loose wires, he was tinkering in the internal bits of a mess of metal and wires. As he worked, his eyes whirred and shifted, the shutters spiraling in and out as they focused on the tiny and intricate workings within the device. His metal fingers had opened up to sprout tiny mechanical arms that flicked and jittered at the wiring and motors inside of the gadget in a way that he couldn't have done without a set of tiny special tools. After a few more moments, finishing up the final touches, the tiny arms retracted back into his fingers which then closed back up to seal them inside. Just as soon as the tiny arms had retracted, now another tiny appendage jutted out. Tipped with an array of tiny metal pins, he inserted it into the gadget and into a tiny slot, beginning to run a test on the internals. His eyes flicked and scanned around an invisible stream of code and data that only he could see, information streaming in from the device through his tiny finger-drive. As he did, something seemed to catch his attention, something out of the ordinary. A glitch? Not uncommon for early workings such as this, yet this seemed to hold a sort of unexpected value. After a few more moments of registering data, he finally withdrew his finger from the device, once again sealing back up the fingertip.
Standing up straight once again to look over his table of parts, he began to prepare for the finishing touches. The internals were done, now all there was to do was to assemble the rest of the outer mechanisms and his creation would be complete. Rapidly he began to take bits of metal of all shapes, bringing them to the device to solder, screw, snap in pieces all over, until it had become a neatly wrapped nest of mechanical mystery. Clapping his hands together as if knocking the dirt off, a gesture of completion, he scooped up his creation and promptly carried it over to a chute on the wall.
Sliding it into the pipe, he let it go as it was sucked up into some other area of the ship, bringing a hand to his forehead in a send off salute as it went. It seemed preparations were complete, and now it was time for the fun. Bringing his wrist to his metal-maw, he spoke into a communications receiver, which began blaring his voice over the speaker system across the ship.
"Cable my dear friend, if you would meet me on the upper deck, your assistance is direly needed."
As he spoke, he walked toward a rusted cage door, to which he slid open to step inside of a small room. Jabbing at a button on the wall, the room revealed itself to be an elevator, and Mechan disappeared upward towards the upper deck of the ship.
Cable pulls a wire along the wall under the desk, his upper body hidden from view as he digs about under a desk. Sticking the wire up and behind the desk he reaches around over the front, struggling with trying to reach the wire with both hands, his body twisting as he tries to get that last few inches in-between the hands to pass off the wire. No luck, Of course...maybe if I... reaching up and gently laying the wire on top of the desk and slowly retracts his hand, the wire balanced carefully on the top of the desk. Staying on his knees he slowly back out and stands up, not bumping the table and grabbing the wire. Finally.... Reaching over he plugs the wire into a cell phone, flipping through the screen until he gets to his online music player. Scrolling through his channels he pulls up his most relaxing station, the core band being called 'Frou Frou'. It was his favorite station, dedicated to relaxing music and soothing tones.
Hitting play he grabs a small toolbox on the ground and sets it on his desk, pulling the metal beaded wire that lights up the desk with the yellow swinging light of a incandescent bulb. Flipping open the lid Cable grabs a small screw driver and begins to undo the fasteners holding the plating together on his left arm. Normally he would let Mechan work on things like this, the technical side of things being Mechans focus but it was getting rather annoying having to approach Mechan for every little thing that happened to go wrong. This time it was simply a little stiffness in his elbow, likely caused by on of his interior bolts getting tightened under pressure and not loosening when released. That gave him about a 15lb resistance to retracting and extending his arm and it was getting rather tedious.
Getting the screw driver in lace was not hard, the thin shaft of the tool fitting in between two of the mechanical servos that manipulate the bicep. Loosening the portion of the bolt he could reach he feels the tension in his arm literally 'pop' into release giving his arm the full range of motion that it normally had. Pu;ling the screw driver free Cable stretches his arm out and pulls it back in, the elbow popping a bit at its full extension. 'Oops, too loose.' Getting the screwdriver back into place he cranks on it, giving it a one eighth rotation, the torsion lock holding the bolt in place. Retesting the resistance he can literally feel the massive difference between the before and after on his arm.
In all actuality it was about time that he went through and started replacing some of his parts, the bolts and plating needing to be serviced. There was one other thing that he wanted to do though, having been putting it off for some time. Digging through his toolbox he pulls out a small wooden box, the inside filled with eight small studs, each one with a small screw like end. Unscrewing three screws on the back of each hand he uses the end of the shaft to pop the plate on the back of the hand off exposing the metal framing underneath, small screw holes available for the studs. Threading each one in, one at a time he uses a pair of pliers to fasten them all the way down. After that the reassembly on each hand was rather simple, the end look giving him a more 'aggressive' look and more importantly protecting his hands.
Pleased with the outcome he looks up, the overhead intercom calling him to the surface deck. "Huh..." Pushing away from the desk he closes the tool box and checks his arm once more, making sure that it was in working condition before heading up several weaving sets of stairs to get the Mechan. "What Can I do for you?"
The elevator rose up throughout the belly of the ship all the way to the deck, creaking through the rusted shaft, streams of light passing through each floor the lift passed on its way toward the top. Standing tall, arms crossed stiffly behind his back, Mechan's gears whirred with excitement for their day of fun. Now finally the elevator began creaking toward a stop, slowing down and shuttering, tinny noises echoing down the shaft into the abyss below. As the opening to the elevator met flush with the exit, a gust of high altitude wind flooded the small liftroom, Mechan's trench coat now flicking and billowing against his metal legs.
As the rusted cage door scraped its way open for Mechan to exit the elevator, he swiftly stepped his way out onto the wrought iron deck that bordered all around the ships outer edges. Each step rang out a heavy "clank" into the clouds as the metal of Mechan's boots met the metalwork of the deck, each step precise and with purpose as he marched his way toward the center of the starboard side of the deck. Making his way finally to a large control panel mounted onto a massive bundle of cannons, their Starboard Defense Hub, normally readied to defend the ship in the chance of any intruders, as unlikely as that had proven to be up in the clouds, save for the airborne Hollows that found their way to the ship.
For today though, this cannon would be used for a different purpose. Bringing his wrist back up to speak into, Mechan's voice once again rang out throughout the ships speakers, "I have prepared an exercise for you, if you would meet me at the Starboard Cannons."
"Yeah, suppose so. Give me a sec. Im on my way," Cable heads to the lift, hitting the switch that would bring it back down from the deck where Mechan had left it. Gears and cables whined and growled as stress shaved off rust and debris. The elevator was in perfect working condition but appeared to be falling apart, the bolts coated in a rather extreme layer of rust. I really need to take some time aside and fix that. It may not have been serious now but if anything it irked him that there was so much...decay. Maybe it was the fact that his own body was mechanical and any kind of mechanical failure seemed to make him uncomfortable. The sound of failing equipment was rather unimpressive.
The lift leveled out and lead him up through the many decks of the airship until it opened up in the bright light of the sky, the chill of the air and cold wind whipping at his body. He himself could not feel anything but the spiritual energy inhabiting his body from his Mod Soul Pill allowed him the mild pleasure of feeling the warm sun and the chill of air passing over his sinuses. Walking over to Mechan he looks out over the wide world below, the joy of peace washing over him as his mind wanders to enjoy the sights.
Staring out along side Cable into the expansive endless sea of clouds, they stayed silent for a moment. Sometimes getting wrapped up in his work, Mechan forgot the simpler things about life and their journey through it. His metal fingers tightened around the railing for a moment as he gave a nod of his head out to the horizon, a gesture that only Mechan could know the meaning to. After a moment more, he stood up straight with one arm folded stiffly against the small of his back, the other pointing straight up promptly,
"Well then, yes! Down to business, or should I say up! What better day for a training exercise, weather conditions could not be more favorable!"
Stamping his way a few steps toward the series of levers and buttons that make up the cannon's control panel, he gave a pull and a few quick button presses. Below in the nearby innards of the ship, shifting and booming rumbled as the cannons began preparation. Turning swiftly back to Cable as the ship whirred and readied whatever test Mechan had created, he spoke out to him, voice slightly elevated now over moving air and shifting cannon, "Weapon systems online, my friend! Today we will be doing..." With his fingers pointing straight up, he gave it a twirl before guiding it straight down to press a large red button. As he did, the cannon shuttered suddenly, a loud blast lobbing out a package into the air, then another and final, all with varying distances and trajectories. As they soared out into the air, they each released a sort of tarp that instantly inflated into a small balloon, keeping the three packages floating in their places. With a shift of his jaw plate, Mechan grinned as he said, "Target practice: Phase One"
Boom...Cable looked up in surprise as the rounds flew into the air only to...inflate? It was not in Mechans character to pass up on the opportunity to blow something up but in the time that Cable has known him he has yet to really nail down Mechans personality. There were times that he was mindless, working in his shop with little mind of the outside world and then there was times like this, where he was obviously looking to socialize. With two hundred different ways to test the firing function of equipment this was a half way attempt at spending some time together which in all senses of the term were not a bad thing. Cable did actually enjoy mechans company, for the most part at least, as he was enough of a personality to keep his mind turning and thinking but at the same time he did not seem to have any inhuman wants towards unnecessary violence.
"So what are we shooting with?" Cable himself had no ranged weapons, all of his own equipment really built around the ability to modify his own body to the level of high speed and impact combat. There were a few ranged weapons on board but they were in no way combat ready, each one being too crude or too bulky to be wielding in any form of combat situation.
With another grin, Mechan swiftly spun on his heels and began to stamp away towards the railing on the far side of the cannon control board. As he marched, boots clanging against the metal gangway of the deck, he spoke over his shoulder, raising his voice over the rushing air and once again giving his fingers a firm point upward, "Ah yes, can't have target practice without a few weapons. I've done a bit of studying on the human world, and I present you with an assortment of weapons, try them all on for size."
As he reached the railing finally, he brought his forearm up swiftly, a panel popping open. With a few precise button clicks, the ship's underbelly once again whirred and rumbled as it responded. After a brief moment, the floor at Mechan's feet unhinged and began to fold in on itself, revealing a platform that now began to rise up from the ground until it was just above hip height. A brief puff of steam hissed from beneath the platform signalling all the moving parts finally coming to a rest. Stepping up to the flat surface of the newly constructed platform, Mechan gave the top a firm tap, turning the Cable. "There should be something here that you like, the human's have a very interesting array of weapons after all."
As Mechan spoke, the top surface of the platform opened up and slid away to allow a compact shelving system to unfold and spring from inside, revealing a now much larger surface area of numerous types of human weapons. Ranging from pistols to Assault Rifles, to sniper rifles to sub machine guns, and in the center a massive cylindrical RPG.
Spinning again on his heels to face Cable, he grinned and waved his hand at the options now unfolded for him, stepping away for him to take his pick.
Mechan always seemed to have some flare to his behavior, even his walk containing more personality than most regular humans seemed to have in their entire body. The click of metal was audible all the way to the base of the ship if you were sitting quietly as Mechan paced about trying to figure out the occasional problem with his body or the odd and end invention. But on the other hand he always seemed to have the hook up as far as equipment. When did he find the time to get these weapons? Not once in the past week did Cable remember Mechan leaving the ship to get a hold of this equipment, meaning he either was sneaking out out and got it or he has had it for like...weeks.
But the rising table was definitely a new one. That was not there two weeks ago, Cable knew this for a fact because he had to pull a panel on the ground to replace one of the high pressure lines to the cooling system right where the box appeared. Grabbing the weapons one at a time Cable goes through the functions, having never really held one before but it was all mechanical. There was only so much it could do, the parts all being locked into a singular form of motion.
Ending with the RPG he does not even pick it up, simply running his hands along it. A chill ran down his neck, the sheer strength and power behind it being more than he was used to in a single weapon.
Then the storm hit, the clear skies were filled with the repetitive crack of bullets flying through the air, ripping into the sky like lasers, shredding the balloons in a massive volley of rounds. Each clip was used to take down a single balloon, dropping the weapon onto the table to pick up the next one and continue. In total it takes nearly five minuets of solid gun fire to hit all the balloons and sink each one save for the last one, being carried away by a small gust of wind.
Grabbing the RPG and aiming above it by a hundred feet and up wind by nearly two hundred feet to account for the wind he fires, the wind carrying the round over to nail the balloon, the explosion ringing through the sky. "Well they are good but..." Cable hands the RPG over to Mechan,"The fact that you can take this from me is something I don't really care for. I would rather be hands on, at least then I can be sure that you can't disarm me."
Mechan stood back and watched as his partner tested each weapon, arms folded behind his back. His shiny metal face nearly glowed with a grin as the bullets and explosions reflected across the surface. Phase One seemed to be a roaring success, and Mechan was very pleased. This was as much practice for Cable as it was testing for Mechan, learning and taking into considerations variables and data from each gun. As the RPG was heaved up from its perch and used to send hell fire to its target, the ship erupted in crimson light in wake of the explosion, Mechan beaming in enjoyment.
As the first exercise was wrapped up, Mechan clapped together his robotic hands, palms clinking together as he did, "Bravo, my friend, fantastic display of skill as always." As Cable handed over the bazooka, Mechan grasped it tightly while stepping over to replace it in its spot on the shelves. As he faced the shelves, he didn't turn to face Cable just yet, lowering his head and hiding a grin.
"Well coincidentally, there is one last test that I would like you to complete..." Slowly turning and revealing that his jaw plate was angled at a devious grin, Mechan seemed to ring his metal hands together, "And you can complete it by any means necessary."
Clanking the few steps back to the cannon station, Mechan fiddled with a few levers and a series of button presses, before finally raising a finger up high into the air, before pressing it down onto the large red central button once again. As the cannon barrel creaked and repositioned straight out into the cloudy expanse, it shuttered as a small projectile was sent flying out. This time, no balloon, only a flicker of metal and a hum in the distance. The package seemed to unfold, after a few moments revealing some sort of small drone aircraft.
"Your task is to disable the target." Raising up his wrist this time, the panel on his forearm sprung open, and with a waving finger press, the gadget in the distance began to shoot off away from the ship. "I call it... the Golden Glitch."
In creating a simple drone for Cable to practice with, Mechan had discovered an unforeseen coding or mechanical glitch, one that proved to be interesting to say the least. As the Glitch zoomed out into the clouds, it suddenly and without warning made a sharp right angle turn, then swooped downward, then spiraled upward and continuing to weave and dance in rapidly, spiratic patterns, making it a very difficult target to snag.
"Go on Cable, show it your... "hands on" approach."
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