Characters: Cid Highwind and Trowa Barton Content: Cid calls out his new co-worker to see what he has to work with Setting: Silvana engine room Time: Early Evening Warnings: Cid's mouth when faced with a stotic
Immediately upon getting the message, mostly likely from other mechanic, Trowa wasted only enough time to reply back to him then headed straight away to the engine room. He had already been exploring so he knew exactly where it was.
He stepped in the engine room. He was familiar with the equipment just on a smaller scale than this. Though from what he had seen when he had been walking through the engine room, it didn't look like anything he'd have a problem with.
Easily he spotted the other mechanic, partially because he was the only other person in the room. He immediately walked over. "Trowa Barton reporting," he said.
Cid smirked, taking a drag off his cigerette and lazily blowing smoke off to one side.
"Well... arn't you just sharp there soldier boy." He chuckled, though he was secretly pleased. He didn't really outrank the other mechanic, but he was used to such snappy replies from his crew back home.
"Fucking relax. I just want to go over somethings with you. He turned back to the engine, tapping some ash in a bucket he had brought down as a machshift ashtray.
"Tell me kid, what do ya think of the ship so far?"
Trowa watched him as he blew the smoke off to the side. He had no problems with cigarettes, which was good considering he had the feeling he would probably be seeing a lot of the other mechanic's cigarettes.
Honestly, he had thought he was relaxed, but he was one to argument about such petty symantics so he simply nodded.
"It's impressive," Trowa remarked, looking over at the engine. "Bigger than the ones I've worked on before, but when I was looking through here before it didn't look like it would be too difficult."
"What kind of ships have you worked on before?" He asked, not hesitating for useless small talk. He had a goal, and he planned on reaching it as soon as possible. He would worry about getting to know the other mechanic as a person after work business was done.
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He stepped in the engine room. He was familiar with the equipment just on a smaller scale than this. Though from what he had seen when he had been walking through the engine room, it didn't look like anything he'd have a problem with.
Easily he spotted the other mechanic, partially because he was the only other person in the room. He immediately walked over. "Trowa Barton reporting," he said.
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"Well... arn't you just sharp there soldier boy." He chuckled, though he was secretly pleased. He didn't really outrank the other mechanic, but he was used to such snappy replies from his crew back home.
"Fucking relax. I just want to go over somethings with you. He turned back to the engine, tapping some ash in a bucket he had brought down as a machshift ashtray.
"Tell me kid, what do ya think of the ship so far?"
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Honestly, he had thought he was relaxed, but he was one to argument about such petty symantics so he simply nodded.
"It's impressive," Trowa remarked, looking over at the engine. "Bigger than the ones I've worked on before, but when I was looking through here before it didn't look like it would be too difficult."
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