Mar 14 04:59:42 109 PA - Flash Mob, Flash Gone at Uncommon Mechanics

From Chronicles

Mar 14 04:59:42 109 PA.

UNCOMMON MECHANICS

Only the first bay light in on at this late hour at Uncommon Mechanics. Snow and ice is piled in front of all of the bay doors but the way has been cleared to the main door. The sign says closed but coffee can be smelled coming from inside. The first bay door all of a sudden starts to rise inside Bart is in new spiky armor and is sitting on a Speedster with Tek standing next to him in the bay.

Bartholemew smiles excitedly popping his helmet back on and securing his gear, he fires up the engine on the new Speedster. Once the bay doors are open enough for him to jet out, he pulls out, takes a quick look at traffic on the landing strip and takes off to go test his new toy.

Pavel is surprised at this turn of events, as he was just turning to leave. The aroma of coffee does not an invitation make. Still, for a large man he's amazingly nimble, and moves out of the way enough that the zipping cycle has plenty of room to pass as it moves on. It catches his eyes, and for a moment, he simply watches the flight, not approaching the open door.

Tek steps out the bay doors after the Speedster departs to watch it as it goes up. After a second he says without looking away, "A bit cold out here. You want a cup a Joe?"

Bartholemew pushes the bike hard for a bit to see what it can do, making sure everything was worth payin for. He screams past the garage a couple of times and then disappears into the distance, each time in the opposite direction.

"Hmm?" Pavel eventually turns to Tek, a look of semi-surprise on his face. << Oh, I don't mind the cold any more than I mind the fire. Not that I won't say no to a cup of coffee, though. What's with.. that guy in the suit? >> He points a thick finger toward the spiky armored figure and the zipping cycle. << Seems a bit... riled up for a guy coming out of a shop? >> The Euro comes naturally when speaking to this particular friend.

Tek nods and smiles as he waves Pavel inside, though he leaves the bay door open. Heat can be felt whisping out of the shop quickly. The coffee is where it usually is and Tek moves over to the second bay and starts to tinker with a hover truck as he replies in Euro, << Ohh that is Bart testing out the mods I just finished up on his Speedster. It came out quite well if I do say so myself but I am a bit biased. I am sure he will be back in a short bit. You just out wandering or are needing my help with something?>> On Tek's tool belt is not only a large wrench but a familiar small sledge hammer.

Bartholemew screams past a few more times before eventually coming to a hurried halt outside the bay doors, the bike landing a bit hard as he cuts the engines that last split moment just before the landing and leaps off the bike to land just within the bay doors. The bike makes a nasty sounding scraping sound when it lands, but it stays upright as it was intended, with no harm to the bike, cept maybe some scraped paint.

Pavel points to the little sledge. << You wear it well! I'm not really needing help with anything. Just looking around to see if there's any other interesting work to be had. Also thought I'd come by and see if that armor plate was working out for you. >> Then, as a slightly delayed reaction, he looks back out the door. << The guy in the spiked armor driving a hovercycle like a madman is Bartholemew? >> The addition of the cycle skidding in on the ground rather than hovering in as is proper only makes the situation more plain. Not that Pavel knows anything about riding hovercycles, but he's seen it done.

Tek smiles and nods to Pavel, << Ohh quite... >> Motioning to the third bay to his own Land Rover with his hand, << I have been upgrading the Rover. Working on reinforcing the cab now. I squeeze it in between other jobs. You know how it goes. >> Then looking up to the Speedster as Pavel points, <<Yep it sure is... What it the... You might...>> and just then Bart comes scraping in, << Aww crap I just aligned those... >> noticing Bart is now standing in front of the bike Tek stops and just looks sideways.

Bartholemew pops his helm back off coming further inside the building, "WOO!, Nice work Tek. Nice work," offering a hearty handshake in thanks. "It's not a Skycycle, but it handles damn good buddy. Oh, hey there Pavel, how ya been?" Pulling a candy bar from his pocket, his excitement having a subtle bounce to him where he stands.

<< Ah... is he okay, Tek? >> Pavel's first question is one of concern and somewhat in code. He offers a greeting hand to the spiked man looking for a sugar high. "Bahrt loohk mahny fahst? Mehbe too mooch cohfee toodeh? Good ohn flahee cycle, szoh. Bahrt veel seh vhaht ees deefehrehnt, pleese?"

Tek gives a dirty look to Bart before rushing over to the Speedster and puts a loving hand on it as he inspects the hoverjets, "What the hell was that? I mean I know I do good work but that landing was... well... it almost coulda broke something. It looks like you got lucky, you drinkin psi-cola or somethin?"

Bartholemew chuckles to the concern for the bike as he replies to Pavel, "Thanks, I am crazy fast now. An it ain't got nothin to do wit coffee. An no psi-cola either." turning back to Tek, "It's just some scraped paint, I didn't land her that hard. I just wanted to see how she handled in a quick landing. Ain't like you never seen me do that before. This time I didn't drop a blinder beforehand either," finding amusement in that possibility.

"Bahrt ees fahstahr becahse of screhped pehnt? Vhaht ees 'crehzy fahst?' Vhy? Has been vohrkeen aht Hehrry's, nov faheenahlly rhehdy fohr moov fahst fohr ahl to see? Ees... soodehn, da?" Pavel looks to Bartholemew, then moves over to assist Tek. He might not know electronics, but he knows his metal, and he's good at moving heavy objects.

Tek shakes his head as he stands up straight and give a nod to Pavel saying in Euro, << It's ok, no damage actually. >> Then to Bart he asks in English, "So you juicin now then? Or is it something else?" With that he heads inside to fix himself a cup of coffee.

Bartholemew shakes his head chomping away at his candy bar as the two check out the bike. "Guys, it's fine, trust me, I know what I'm doing when it comes to flying that thing. And to answer your question Tek, sure am. Juiced to the core. Definitely the edge I been looking for."

Pavel looks to the technician. << What does juiced mean? >> Then to the man himself, "Vhaht ees joosed meen? Pavel ohnly knov mehk froot joose, ahnd szneek szees noht sehm."

Tek looks between the two and asks Bart, "I take it you went for the speed then." That being more a statement than a question, then looking to Pavel he says, << Juiced is a term meaning he is a Juicer now. Augmented speed and such with drugs. >>

Bartholemew chuckles to Pavel's confusion, "Juicer Augment. Chemical instead of mechanical, Strength, speed, agility, durability, healing, all souped up to peak performance. I'm a super soldier now. New heavier arms, souped up armor built for speed. I'm ready to take down a dragon right now."

The large smith considers, and slowly approaches the fast man, saying, "Noht szeenk fohr tehk dovn drahgohn, Pavel seh. Good fohr ahsk fohr hyehlp, steel, da? Vhy poot droogs een bohdy? Russia, ohnly joose mehdehdeene vhehn seek, or ohszehr hyehlp need. Noht good fohr ahl taheeme, vhohl of Krasny Kut knovs szees." Assuming he's allowed to get close enough, he will give a piece of Bartholemew's exposed skin a poke. A gentle one, but strong as well. << Tek, I really don't know anything about 'juicers.' Never heard of them before I got to Kingsdale. Explain? >>

Bartholemew's only exposed skin is his head and neck right now and he allows the poke of curiosity, "Try to hit me big guy, nothing hard, but really try to hit me."

"Pavel ees noht fohr heet ohnly veesz hahnd. Knov noht fahst, boot noht slov." Still, he shrugs and throws a punch at Bart. Admittedly, it's rather half-hearted.

Bartholemew barely even has to flinch at that one. "Come on guy, I know you can do better than that. Hit me., no head shot though, don't wanna muss up this pretty face." chuckling.

Pavel smirks as one of his muscles seizes up mid-punch. "Szaht noht couvnt, eevehn fohr prahcteece! Cahn joos hahmmehr? Ohr ohnly feest? Bosz veel hohrt johr ahrmohr eef heet." He puts a hand on one of the golden hammers in his tool belt, waiting for an answer.

Bartholemew turns to the work bench and spots a similar tool nearby, picking it up and handing it to Pavel, "Here, use this. I know how your metal works. Bout the same deal."

Pavel takes the hammer, looks at it. Tosses it over his shoulder and shrugs. "Szees pees ohf sheet, I ohnly trahee heet joo, knov joo ahr fahrstehr, szoh." He throws a punch aimed at the man's chest.

Bartholemew is quick, but not quick enough as the big man nails him square in the chest which sends the soldier staggering backwards into his own hovertruck sitting in the bay nearby. "Whoa! Didn't expect that. Lucky shot buddy. Lucky shot," laughing it off a bit. "Better than the first one, now I know you're trying."

Pavel smiles and shrugs almost like a little kid. "Seh cahn faheete ohkeh, da? Noht laheeke Bahrt, boot good. Byettehr veesz hahmmahrs. Hav mehde fahstehr, byettehr. Heet ahgehn?" He gets into a position, but then straightens up and asks, "Vhy has Bahrt do droogs fohr bohdy? Vahs noht hahpy veesz ohld? Pavel cahnnoht mehke bohdy ohszehr szahn vhaht ees, ohr could noht be smeesz."

Bartholemew waves a hand, the other still rubbing over his chest, "Nah, I think we'll do this somewhere else, I don't wanna break anything here. As for the augment, guess I just felt I needed an edge out there on the battlefield. To get to that level I'm looking for as a soldier, I needed something I could push that envelope with."

Pavel re-seats his hammer and locks the small item back into his tool belt, giving Bartholemew a nod. He obviously doesn't understand, but neither is he pursuing the issue at this point. The first bay door of Uncommon Mechanics is wide open at the moment, even though it is almost completely dark, and the external sign displays, "CLOSED." Snow and slush have been raked away from the doors, but not enough to keep the area from being ugly. Pavel and a fellow in spiked environmental armor are standing near a Speedster hovercycle which is currently simply sitting on the ground.

The door is open. With that sign, Aya assumes that the business is also open. She enters from the landing field and is thankful to leave some of the noise behind.

Bartholemew gives the big guy a shrug, "Well big guy, I should get going. Was only swinging by to pick up the bike and be on my way. Good seein ya. Keeping up on that weapons practice still. Right?" and as Aya is coming in, the soldier must be going. "Howdy Aya. Gonna just miss me." grinning as he pops his helmet back on and mounts up on his bike.

Pavel seems to suddenly be standing alone, surprised, as he'd actually been leaving when the door had suddenly opened to reveal that it wasn't as empty as it looked. Tek left, now Bartholemew has left and not even the odd cycle remains to keep him company. At least there's still a friendly face. Or at least a bland one. "Allo, Aya. Tehk noht heer. Hahd to leev, boht deed noht tyehl Pavel vyehr goheeng. So.. prohbahbly cahnnoht hyehlp. Boot ees good fohr see. Cohld deh, da?"

"Hello, Pavel." Aya's head turns after Bartholemew, curious, though she says nothing of it. "It is not so cold."

The large fellow smiles. "Noh, noht so cohld. Boot eef ahsk mohst peepohl, szeenk seh da, ees cohld. Aya heer fohr gyeht mahcheene? Dohs raheed sohmszeeng laheeke Bahrt? Vyehry fahst? Pavel ohnly hahs Zoyenka, boot Zoyenka ees ahl Pavel evehr need. So... do noht szeeng ahnyvahn heer to hyehlp veesz mahcheens raheete nov." He takes a few steps closer to a friendly distance. Aya's head shakes. "No. I did not come for a giant machine. I do not know how to use one. I could ride a horse like Zoyenka if one was available."

"Oh? Szehn Aya steel joohst lookeeng aht ceety?" Pavel asks. "Heehr ees noht soh bahd, ees ovtsaheed vahls, steel. Booht mahny boosy, mahny louvd, Aya has prohbahbly seen, da?"

"Yes," Aya frowns, her features contorting, "It is very loud. I do not care for it." Her expression now turns pensive. "I have not decided on the city."

Pavel looks down again and asks in another way, "Pavel cahn trahee hyehlp Aya heer? Sohmszeeng Aya loohk fohr? Ohr ees ohnly fohr gyeht ouvt of vehzser? Vould go veesz Pavel een to ceety? Ohr to hohm? Ceety fohr cohffee, fryehds, mehbe. Hohm fohr vahrm, tahlk?" He looks a little confused at his friend's presence here at a tech shop. Not that he has much use for a tech shop, but he does have certain business with them now and then.