Right this is something i’ve been working on recently, it was built around a scene in my head so not sure where the story is going yet. Did I mention that it’s mostly Sci-Fi I write? really, never mentioned it till now you say? Oh well, you’ve made it this fair, may as well continue. As i’ve said comments (positive or negative) are welcome:
The garage was old, but still well-lit and well maintained. The sparks from the plasma welder were dissipating quickly, meaning it was also well ventilated and had its condenser coils running, which given the cost of them, meant this guy had more cash than the building lead to show.
The floor was filled with piles, tidy piles, but piles none the less of mech parts. Legs, torso’s, arms and power units all in separate piles. Most of the parts had clearly been stripped of the majority of their useful or working components, but the table covered in sensor rigs was clearly this guys area of specialty as the table looked more like a sales counter than a work bench.
The only complete unit in the shop was a rather beat up mitsiAeroTech ah45 in the corner. Whilst it had clearly seen better days to his eye it looked functional.
He looked over at the mechanic working in the corner; big guy, lotta muscle, certainly an older guy. But hard to tell how old. He looked around to see if there was anyone else he could talk too. The tiny office off to his left was empty. Well empty of people, but full of papers, boxes and take out cartons. Realizing there was no one else, he started walking over to the wielder. He was just about to cough loudly to see if he could get his attention, when the plasma welder cut out and the big guy flipped up his face plate and asked without turning around
He stared at the back of the guys’ head, mouth open, when the big guy stood and turned around.
‘Yeah’ he repeated
‘Is that your mech?’
‘Which one?’, the big guy asked with a dead pan face. He looked around just to check, there was only one full mech in here.
‘Yeah smart guy that one’
‘Yes, it’s my mech’
‘Your unregistered combat mech?’
‘Ah I see where you’re going with this, yes it looks like a type ah45 combat chassis, but it’s not active’
‘So it wouldn’t have been running around the Taipan district last night then?’
The mechanic looked up from the energy condenser he had picked up and had started polishing. ‘That piece of junk? Have you seen the suspension braces on her, the strut damage alone means it won’t move, so no it wasn’t running around the Taipan district last night’
‘Right, but it is a combat mech right’
‘Yes it’s a combat mech’
‘And is it or is it not registered?’
‘And you would be?’
‘Takio McWilliams 8 th precinct’, McWilliams said pulling his sleeve back to let the holo badge on his wrist comp get clear so it could project up.
‘8th huh?’ The mechanic stated. ‘So you’re working for Heith then’
‘Captain Heith? He retired 2 months back’
‘Either way; working HICD under Heith you should have learnt enough about damaged suspension on a combat mech like a 45 to know that it won’t be able to balance, let alone run round’
McWilliams looked at his feet, looked around the workshop and then back at the mechanic. ‘Yeah I didn’t think it would have been that one, but civilian reports and drones have picked up a 45 moving around this area. Is that the only ah45 chassis you have here?’
‘You know who I am?’, he asked
McWilliams flicked his eyes over to the left, bringing the police assistant up. According to records this workshop is owned by a Henry Takihashi, strangely his records didn’t seem to be available
‘Ok now without the polass’
‘Um, without?’ McWilliams stuttered. All data was in the Police Central System and all officers had Police Assistant Devices, Polass as the civilians called them, to enable them to bring up any information with a flick of the eye.
‘You’re Takihashi’ he said
‘you asking me or telling me’ came the reply
McWilliams fell back on his training, always have the upper hand in an interview, control the situation
‘is the mech registered or not?’
the old man cocked his head, starred McWilliams down and replied, ‘no not registered. no core and not active, it’s a scrap piece there for parts’
McWilliams checked his polass, unregistered mechs were an offence, he could use the booking on his quota, but the status of it would make it hard to defend in court, and this guy seemed like the type to fight a ticket. ‘and theres no other combat class chassis in here?’
‘but you have a 45 for parts, where else do you swap them into but another combat mech?’ McWilliams asked smugly
the mechanic chuckled to himself, ‘you ever see how fast a stock hip compressor wears out on a construction mech like a LG HI 902? those parts are crap, designed to constantly need replacing, it how they make their money on the 900 series. with a small bit of modification a ah45’s hip compressor, in fact most of their drive train, will fit into a 902 and has a much longer life span than the stock items. that’s why i have a 45 for parts.’
the old guy could clearly go on like this for days, sounded to McWilliams he had hit a sore spot for the mechanic.
‘ok ok Mr Takihashi I’ll just run a scan on the chassis, get the serials down and get the core to run them for history, but if something doesn’t check out, I’ll be back. Dont you think i wont’
‘Officer McWilliams, you do that. And when you get back to the House tell Bryant that Henry says Hi. If Heith retired I’m guessing Bryant got the promotion’
‘how did you…..’ McWilliams started, but Takihashi had put the condenser down and picked up his welder again; with a flip of his safety mask, he fired the welder up and continued to join the two thigh bone like struts together.
McWilliams shrugged, walked over the to the ah45 and held the wrist comp close to the scrapped mech, so its presence sensors and RFID scanners could pickup the chassis tags on the mech.
He’d run the ID plates on the drive to his next stop, another workshop; with any luck he’d be back to teach this old man a lesson by the end of the day.