So this may be an ongoing thing, who knows. I have a feeling @MissMurder will appreciate this. It’s only a little prologue/mini-story I rustled up and will no doubt write some longer stuff if people enjoy - but yeah, let me know what you think!
The Engineer And The Medic
The streets were nearly cleaned out after the dirty bomb attacks, but somewhere in a quiet back-street garage was one tinkering engineer working away. The white metal glistened as she carefully welded piece-by-piece, the project of a life-time was finally coming together; a piece of tech that will no doubt be useful now the dirty bomb attacks have started. The final pieces of circuitry were complete and she placed the final panel in place – sparks were sent flying as she sealed the gadget’s casing.
“Heh, job well done, I’d say.” She said in her light-hearted north London tone, holding the weapon infront of her and lifting her welding visor. She heard light footsteps behind her as someone appeared in the doorway.
The light shone over the figure’s shoulders, making her appear little more than a silhouette. “It’s done?” she said in a some-what gruff Russian tone, her stature bold and unnerving, in spite of her small size. She lifted one hand and with the other, pulled one surgeons glove over it, and then again with the other – she clearly had some kind of medical background. “Well?”
“Yes, yes! Just one last thing to check…” The engineer spoke enthusiastically, as the figure was more monotone and collected. She raised the newly assembled weapon infront of her, aiming squarely at one of the many target dummies she had set up in her workshop.
“Shouldn’t we be testing that on… You know, a living specimen? Preferably one that’s incapacitated.” Asked the medic.
“No no no no… First, we gotta check it zaps ‘em!” The engineer said enthusiastically again as she began the charge the weapon. It whirred into life, as the handle began to shake. The weapon’s tip began to glow a bright and electric blue, increasing in power with every moment. Like a tesla coil about to explode, the charge became so bright and intense, she was forced to lower her welding mask once more. “Any, moment now… We can-” suddenly, the gadget shorted out. “Oh bloody hell! What on earth did you go and do that for?” she whacked the weapon against her welding table out of frustration.
As calm and collected as before the medic simply responded, “One would assume, it was not meant to do that?”
“No. No it was not meant to do that.” The engineer responded sternly to what she believed to be a rather sarcastic response from the medic. “Now, I just need some…” she began mumbling to herself, inaudible to the woman still stood in the doorway. Something about wires and connections, maybe the odd data-chip or two – the medic couldn’t really be sure, all this technical jargon was beyond her.
“So, what happens now?” she asks as the engineer tinkers away with the device, as if she was ignoring the medic’s question. With a few bangs of a hammer and a few sparks from the welder later, the she asked again “So what happens now?”
With a final clang, the engineer turns, revealing the new and improved weapon. “Now, we practice necromancy.” She smiles devilishly, throwing the gadget to the medic, before picking up her trusty cricket bat and data-device she built herself, especially designed to hack into Government issued freelancer contracts, so she gets first dibs on missions.
Without another word, the medic gives a gentle nod, with a slight smile on her previously stern face. She looks down at the glistening white and impressive gadget in her hand. “Oh yes, this will do just fine.”
Mission just in – the two proceed onto the nearly deserted streets of northern London. Some data packages nearby need collecting and transporting; who better than the most efficient and fastest engineer in town, with her pin-point accurate medic on support? The engineer looks to the medic one final time, with an approving nod between them as they head out into the streets, going towards the highest paying contractor – because why settle for less when you’re the best?
To be continued?..
Who else would Faraleth pick? <3