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Post by Swindle on Jul 27, 2013 11:27:10 GMT -5
Swindles opens the drawer in his chest, pulls out a datapad and stylus, and scribbles away at the screen industriously for a few moments, occasionally looking up at Mistwind and then back down at the screen. Finally he stops and holds out the little computer to Mistwind, smiling.
"I just need your imprint on the contract, and then we can get started."
It's a pretty short contract, there's no funny business in it, no hidden clauses about ridiculous interest rates in tiny print. It just says what work Swindle is going to do and what Mistwind is going to pay him to do it.
What is going to happen to Mistwind if Swindle does not get paid is left entirely to the imagination.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Aug 2, 2013 16:51:43 GMT -5
Mistwind waits patiently and grabs the datapad with both hands when Swindle holds it out to him. He spends a while longer on reading it than one would if they read contracts carefully; he is making a point out of interpreting every word, every syllable and every possible context in relation to the sentences. His main focus goes out to what is divided into payment-by-energon and payment-by-labor. He probably even goes and underlines certain sections and adds in more detailed clarification (which ends up saying exactly the same thing Swindle already put down, but more bureaucratically underlined.) When he’s done, he very much confirmed the absence of funny business and that the contract does what it says on the tin. Or, what they verbally agreed to just now. Mistwind is quite a few things (young, tiny, weak, naïve etc. etc. etc.), but Stupid isn’t one of them. This contract does make him satisfied, though, and he signs down his hardware code before returning the datapad for Swindle's perusal and confirmation, “I’d like a copy of the contract, please, Mister Swindle Sir.” He holds up a datastick.
Imagination? On how to punish a mech who doesn't uphold his promised duty to one of his brethren? Oh... one hardly needs imagination for that.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 11, 2013 15:45:09 GMT -5
Swindle actually has a very active imagination, but he doesn't anticipate having to use it in this instance. He likes Mistwind, after all.
"Of course you get a copy. One copy for you, one copy for me, and one copy for the computer archives," the merchant agrees, tapping his datapad against Mistwind's datastick to wirelessly transfer the document. "Now then, I think if we hurry, we can get to the coolant tanks in Sector 3 before Starscream's salvage crew and start stripping the superconducting coils."
OOC: Move toward a wrap or timeskip ahead to construction?
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Aug 11, 2013 17:16:52 GMT -5
"Yay! Thank you, Mister Swindle Sir!" Mistwind replies happily as he receives the file and takes it into his systems. Swindle's proposition to start immediately is met with a delighted squeal and turbine wiggles from the little mech. "Oh, affirmative, Mister Swindle Sir!"
Some time later:
Swindle now has a little minion helper who is conveniently small enough to reach places that are otherwise a bit more difficult to reach. There is a wall panel lying around, and sounds are coming from the gap. Feet were sticking out but they crawl deeper into the hole. For a while, Mistwind has disappeared. Then, the hole spits out a bundle of wiring and obsolete bits of metal. Mistwind follows suit, avidly herding the materials to whatever collection pile the yellow and purple mech designated. Then he bounces up to Swindle with a happy grin. "This one got the back-panel wiring as you asked, Mister Swindle Sir! What do we do next, Sir? What are you doing, Sir?"
Blue optics are burning brightly and the small mech looks ready to pounce on whatever it is that the merchant mech points to.
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Post by Swindle on Aug 18, 2013 17:34:23 GMT -5
Swindle looks up from the piece of sheet metal in his hand as the little mech as he emerges from the wall. "Just examining this weld. It's awful. Not Hook's work, that's for sure, just seeing it would make him short-circuit. Metal's still usable, though, we'll just have to take it apart and re-weld it."
He picks up the bundle of wiring, taking a quick inventory of what they've got. "This ought to be enough for the electrical systems. Now if we can just appropriate the generator for the laser battery a couple decks down we'll be in business and we can start on construction."
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Aug 19, 2013 8:51:22 GMT -5
Swindle is given an impressed look, "You know a lot of stuff, Mister Swindle Sir. You know how to do combat, you can trade, and with a lot of different people even, and you can build weapons and tech all by yourself; that's really awesome, Sir." It might not be imagination to hear envy in the little mech's voice. (Why, compare that to 'transports cargo' and try not to feel impressed.) Mistwind points at the metal that Swindle is holding, "That weld looks ok to me... so I'm really glad to have asked you for this project, Sir."
Mistwind gives an acknowledging nod when Swindle pinpoints their next requirement, "Will we go and collect that one now, Mister Swindle Sir?"
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 25, 2013 18:55:18 GMT -5
"I'm glad you asked that, Mistwind," the merchant mechanism says, leaning in conspiratorially. "Here's what we're going to do. You head down there first to claim dibs on the generator, and I'll . . ."
Some time later:
Swindle is wearing a welding mask to protect his gorgeous, huge, gorgeous, cat-like, gorgeous, purple, gorgeous eyes while he welds the battlemech's legs together. He's always felt they're his best feature. He lifts the mask up to inspect his work, wiping his brow.
"How are you coming with the sanding, Mistwind?" (He'd tasked the little jetpack-former to sand adhesive off some components.)
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Aug 27, 2013 13:39:55 GMT -5
Swindle talks into Mistwind's audio receivers, which totally doesn't look like some shady dude instructing an oblivious kid into doing his very bidding. Mistwind makes an anime-like agreeing noise (blame Earth.) "Ok, Mister Swindle Sir!" He readily hops off, heading for the generator.
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"ah..." Mistwind looks up from where he was working, sitting on his knees bend over the components that Swindle had singled out. "..." He looks down, tilts his head as he inspects the parts before stating, "I think I'm doing a good job, Mister Swindle Sir? Hardly seeing any gunk on the parts anymore, Sir..."
He holds an item up into the air with both hands, letting the light shine over it.
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Post by Swindle on Sept 8, 2013 10:52:36 GMT -5
Swindle gingerly takes the proffered hydraulic piston from Mistwind, examining it closely, turning it this way and that, working the mechanism to make sure it slides freely. "Well, that's about all we need, then. Just need to finish the assembly," he pronounces, laying the piece aside and lowering his mask again to resume welding.
"Shouldn't be too much longer now before you can take it for a test run."
OOC: Timeskip to completion and move toward a wrap?
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Sept 14, 2013 19:39:16 GMT -5
There is the keen following of the examination by a giddy little jetpack-former, whose systems pitch an excited whistle when Swindle approves and tells him of the possibility of a test run in the near future… “Ah! Yes, Mister Swindle Sir! What are your orders, Sir?”
[Timeskip]
Mistwind’s excitement back then is nothing like the sheer awe with which he now stares at the functional battlemech standing in front of him. It’s not finished, but that doesn’t matter. In his optics, the battlemech is incredible. Mistwind approaches the combat machine and lightly touches a leg, almost afraid that it will activate and turn aggressive. He looks at Swindle, the brightest and most grateful smile one has ever seen appearing on his face. His soft demeanor for a moment looks horribly out of place considering he is to pilot this new construction.
But he knows that. Mistwind knows what he asked for, and what he's getting. Therefore, he forces the smile away, fluidly exhibiting discipline before stating formally, “This one is ready to test the construct, Mister Swindle Sir.” There is a longing glance to the stepping handles leading to the cockpit.
(Wrap okay with me, whenever you want)
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Sept 15, 2013 11:04:06 GMT -5
"Have at it, kid," Swindle says, grinning and tossing Mistwind a datadisc. "That's the owner's manual. The laser cannons are fully charged and everything should be ready to go."
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Sept 15, 2013 14:42:15 GMT -5
Swindle built, Mistwind watched through the process to stay up-to-date. He catches the datadisk and downloads its contents. "Yes, Sir Mister Swindle Sir!" He cries out, clambering up and opening the cabin to set himself down in the pilot's seat. He sits there for a moment, hatch open, staring at the controls and instruments that can give him all sorts of information. And they are his. Or, they will be after he paid off his end of the deal.
The little mech buckles up, powers on the bigger mech and connects to the system. His own system begins investigating the new hardware immediately and he takes a moment to make the proper settings, such as where to store all information gotten from this interaction. The mech is custom, so all experience is custom. He will keep it separate from his own internal systems, on a hard drive. When done, Mistwind pulls down the hatch door with a bold determination, sealing himself inside the cockpit where the only light comes from buttons and radars and his azure optical systems.
The combat mech releases its movement-lock, control taken by its pilot. It hums to life, over-revs... and suddenly surges a couple of steps forward before coming to a sudden halt. //Ah! Eh, whoops... Sorry about that, Mister Swindle Sir! Need to get used to the controls. But good news, Sir; movement works!// Eventually... most likely with instructions from the magnanimous merchant, Mistwind will get used to the movement systems of the battlemech, testing its speed and everything. Their current location is probably primed for tests so at the end of everything the little mech will proceed to target shooting with the laser cannons.
//... Mister Swindle Sir?// is the eventual hailing from Mistwind over the lowrange frequency, //...for the moment, this beats flying, Sir.//
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Post by Swindle on Sept 28, 2013 18:55:35 GMT -5
"Glad to hear it, Mistwind," Swindle replies, beaming. Nothing warms his spark like a satisfied customer who's already made a sizable down payment.
OOC: Wrap it?
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Sept 29, 2013 14:59:58 GMT -5
Two perfectly happy Decepticons. Such a rare sight.
Yes, that's a wrap! Thank you for this thread.
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