To fully enjoy this fic you should read Etruir. This is its sequel and takes place 3 years after Etruir ends. Eva is 15. References to her name will depend on whom she is speaking to. Now all you people who wanted Eva to be Eva once more, here you go. She will end up...well you'll see. Be happy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Oban Star Racers or any of its characters. They belong to Sav!the World, to whom I bow down to in worship.
It Begins
Eva Wei stared at the lush foliage around her. Tall oaks and elms shielded her from the harsh sunlight. She sighed and sat up from the ground.
It had been three days since she had arrived on Earth, and she was getting really sick of humans. She had been amongst Crogs for too long. Still, she felt the need to find her tanishi, her blood father.
She stood up and brushed grass from her black pants. Her shirt, dark red and tight as heck, made her blend in. Her hair, now to her ankles, was wrapped tightly in a red piece of cloth and laced with sharp crystals. Her black now had her personal symbol on it in rose quartz crystal. All in all, she looked human enough to blend in but still maintained her Crog air.
"Time to go," she muttered and mounted the shooter she had "found" to head to the city that wasn't far from where she had spent the night.
The city was impressive. Humans did have a bit more technological advantage in the domestic sector. The Crog had them beaten in the military area though. Eva made a beeline for a building nestled in the downtown area near the racetrack. This was where her tanishi was. She snuck into the building through the garage. Ninja skills were a very good thing to have. She watched from the shadows as the mechanics tried to figure out the problem with one of the large racers. Eva held back a snort. Modifications rarely ever worked on any machine. She had learned that from her father, who had to maintain his own trident ship.
"Man, we've got to get this fixed before Mr. Wei gets here," one of the mechanics said.
"Too late," another said as the salt-and-pepper haired man entered. He took one look at the racer and began to tear into the mechanics hides. Eva sighed from her hiding place and approached the racer and removed the offending part. The engine began to purr like a Mauian given catnip. All the mechanics spun around and stared at the young woman who had fixed the engine.
"Are you really that poor of mechanics that you can't see the modification to the engine was the problem," Eva said in a exasperated tone. "Modifications of the intake filters rarely ever worked correctly, and if they do, they are more liable to cause the engine to overheat and cause a crash."
Don Wei stared at the young woman and regarded her with a raised eyebrow before yelling at her. "Who are you? How did you get in here?"
"My name?" she said softly. Her own tanishi didn't recognize her? She looked around the shop and noticed the autographed picture one of the mechanics had left out. She had found her new name.
"My name's Molly. As for how I got in, you really need to increase security around here, old man," she said.
"Old man!" Don sputtered as the mechanics hide snickers behind their hands. Don's eyes narrowed before he smirked. "How about a job? You seem to be more competent than these jokers."
Eva blinked and smirked before bowing. "I would be honored."