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Oh when I posted the main banners weren’t working.
Currently working on a post myself, you’ll be seeing the twin ls hauling a certain someone into training. ;)
Oh no! The logo died again. What is with Imgur? Shitting the bed.
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As soon as I get out of work, I will!


Awesome!
@Hero Let me know what you would like to do! PM or add me on discord so we can chat.
We'll need to figure out what the Royce looks like, I was trying to get some inspiration from the actual cars and translate that to a ship. But I am sHIT with describing that. We can brainstorm it~

Chapter 1
January 12 2079

Varya nodded when Oleg beat a quick retreat, someone pulling his attention away. The work order popped up on her tablet. She blinked then swiped through the order, reading the details. Artem’s hand nearly retracted when she had blatantly ignored it.

She tugged it back with a rough shake of her own, “Kozlov. Call me Varya.” She mumbled then let his hand go. One foot steadying on the hover dolly.

The tech hummed as she scrolled then passed it to Artem. “Looks like it’s a rush order, just pulled in and the vehicle is still cold. We’ll need to warm her up.” Kicking the dolly in front of her she assumed Artem followed as she made her way through the shop toward the docking bays. She made a quick stop at the power tool workbench signing out a couple space heaters. With some difficulty she hauled the large industrial sized heaters onto her dolly, awkwardly sidestepping with both hands on the leather handles. The dolly groaned and flared weakly in protest with a complaint at the weight, she loaded two. Then with both hands she pushed them into the bay.

Down the line of vehicles parked mechanics worked through their own orders of the day. Some complained mildly of their stubborn persistent problems. Others hummed, happy with their compliant project. Otherwise the atmosphere among the tech and mechanics was always a light one. Oleg commanded respect, doled out fair work for everyone and had a knack for managing people. He paid attention to skills as much as he paid attention personalities, pairing up accordingly. It was a lot of work to take such care, but while he had expectations for all his employees he never asked of them what he wouldn’t ask of himself.

Varya certainly held him in high regard, the man had given her a chance where others laughed her out of her incomplete education. She earned her position as a tech in the shop.

Bay doors opened and closed around them, brushing cold January air lifting the hair on the back of her neck she they walked down the line.

When they arrived to the vehicle, it’s wings were still frosty, in serious need of deicing. The electrical panels off to the side of the cockpit needed to be thawed before they could access anything really. The only areas warmed were engines. The pilot hopped out, looking at the ice with a whistle. “Whoops, be sure to chip it all off. Let the deicer actually dry this time, wrenchmonkees.” He was stylishly dressed, a professional chauffeur with a shit attitude to match.

Varya stared at him, gritted teeth, an aspect of the job she hated was dealing directly with the clientele.

Right away, sir.




Time: After Class - Present Day
Location: Homeroom - DWMA


Diligently a ballpoint pen scratched across a notebook. Keywords, definitions, and even jot notes lined down the page. Notes that were enviable at first glance for their organization and concise tutelage over easy-to-read handwriting. Henry, the long haired scruffy looking Halloway twin made his school work look comparable to art. His black dress shirt was untucked, lazily two buttons were actually buttoned to shamelessly fail in hiding his band shirt. Black jeans with wrinkles and a pair of comfortable brown sandals.

Peter, the other Halloway twin had his notes, scratching through commentary of his own to keep focused throughout another repetitive lesson from the infamous Professor Stein. Both twins were in their school uniforms, Peter immaculately formal in his default black suit, sporting the school’s logo over his right breast pocket. His uniform was ironed to be wrinkle free, pressed black slacks with shiny dress shoes, his square framed glasses polished with hair cut stylishly close to his head. In the horrible heat, even as the Illinois native Peter was, he never complained.

Between them sat their partner, Vanille. Staring off into space as per usual. Her notepad completely empty.

When the bell rang she shook free of the boredom spell, both twins packed away their school supplies. Henry carried his things in his arms while Peter slide his things into a shoulder bag. Henry stretched, letting out a sigh as his back popped. “Mildly interesting wouldn’t you agree Vani?

Utterly electrifying,” Peter replied dryly. “C’mon Vanille. Let’s go, we’ve got shit to do and there’s AC in the car.

When he didn’t receive a reply he cranked her head up, “Earth to Vani, do you read us? Shit to do means combat training, you know.” He let her go throwing his hands up. “Your favourite thing.

Henry chuckled brushing hair from his eyes to squint down at her, “I call shotgun, get first dibs on the radio. Not to mention there’s that pop quiz for Professor Jekyll we have to study for. He is horrible for trick questions.” He groaned, only taking a little imagination on how that would go.

They waited for their partner to join them, filing out from the lecture hall.

@Hero

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Sounds like a plan! Hopefully they can lead her to the right way when she gets distracted by something lol


Definitely, if that’s one thing the boys are good for is focus and being attentive. They can help her~
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