Keira worked on ship engines, making a good bit of money, she wore her long curly dark brown hair in a braid all the time, the man who hired her was old enough to be her father. When she had some spare money she would go to the ship junk yard and buy a ship and have it transported to the lot behind the shop, she would fix them up and sell them for a wad of cash, she even had her own shop. Since she was a genius on ships and everything electronic her ship contained the best of the best parts, it was fast it had a fool proof security system, it had 15 rooms excluding the storage and engine room, and the best navigational system in the whole planet, she had top of the med bay, all electronic and not a glitch in sight on the ship.
"She is something kid, she's a beauty, I'd give my left nut for something like her," Frank the man who hired her explained,
"It's a he, and he is an animal, just takes a woman's touch and he glides, hand both of your nuts over and he's yours," Keira smirked.
"Ha, I'm too old to own something like her, and it's a she, aint no man ever going to look that sexy," Frank patting her on the should and walking away,
"There was once," Keira mumbled out,
"Did you say something kid?" Frank asked, damn that man and his hearing, he may be old but his hearing was as sharp as nails.
"I said I was going to go get us some lunch, same as always or something different?" Keira asked.
"Hang on, I'll lock up and go with ya, we're not doing much today anyways," Frank seeming pleased for the first time, they had been busy the last couple of days, he liked a day like this once in a while. They were open 24/7, didn't matter what time it was, but if it was a rush job it was extra, any ships after 5 pm were extra, weekends were extra and Frank could do it too, it was the best spot for any ship in all the universe to be looked at because of the mechanic, she was a genius.
Lunch
"I'll buy," Keira seriously,
"Ha, I think I'm a little old for you to be buying lunch for," Frank smirked as he followed her lead and sat on the stool in Pete's.
"Besides, I think I should buy, for probably about to piss you off," Frank seriously,
"You aint firing me are you Franky?" Keira asked.
"Gods no, I would be a fool if I ever thought such a thing, you are better than any man on ships, but what about you kid, is it something that you want to do for the rest of your life?" Frank asked.
"Its all I know how to do besides pilot," Keira shrugged as she popped the top off her beer,
"Better make it last, we're still on the clock," Frank seriously.
"Frank when are we ever not on the clock?" Keira asked,
"Good point but you are under aged," Frank pointed out, Keira looked at her watch she lived by it, it was the top of the line, it had everything, a blade, it told time in all planet systems, she could dive with it, it was her survival watch, it had everything and anything she could ever possibly need if she was stranded.
"By this time tomorrow I wont be," Keira smirked,
"Would that be New Mecca's time zone or a whole another time zone completely?" Frank laughing a little.
"It doesn't matter, probably lose my appetite anyway with what you have in mind about talking to me," Keira explained. She did have a good point,
"So spill it Franky," Keira waiting for the bomb to drop,
"Why do you throw yourself into your work, why do you hardly ever see Imam anymore and Ziza? Why do you have the most fail proof and sexy ass ship in the universe and not ever use it to go anywhere? What are you waiting for? Who are you waiting for?" Frank asked. She threw back her beer and drank it all,
"And on that note," Keira getting up and trying to walk away,
"Keira, talk to me, you can trust me, all I want to do is help," Frank grabbing her wrist.
"The one man I have ever trusted left me here and went off and got himself killed," Keira harshly as she walked away. He had done it now, she wouldnt be talking to him for about a month. As she walked out she ran into a very large man, she didn't look up at him,
"Sorry," Keira mumbled,
"No problem kid," the man strongly in a bear of a voice.
"Not a kid," Keira grumbled, he had heard her but didn't make a move to go back and give her lesson.
"What will it be?" the bar keep asked,
"Whatever is strong," the man keeping to himself,
"Know where the ship mechanic is? I need to have a rush job done," the ape of a man asked the bar keep.
"Over there is Frank, he runs the only ship garage there is on this planet," the bar keep explained.
"Hey Frank, got a customer," the bar keep shouted, Frank came over to the man who had long black hair in a pony tail and a bit scruffy around the face, with piercing blue eyes, and really built.
"What can I do you for?" Frank asked.
"I need a rush job, the engine is busted and I have to ship in the morning," the huge man explained as he finished his drink,
"Rush job, and you need her done by what time in the morning?" Frank asked,
"By 7, 8 at the latest," the man explained,
"Well, you have came to the right planet, but its going to cost ya, rush jobs are expensive and depending on how much of a rush you're talking about it doubles, think you have enough money for it?" Frank asked.
"Whatever the cost, I'm running loads," the man strongly,
"Good, alright lets see what we can do," Frank walking out. They had the ship pulled to the garage, Frank found the shop locked up,
"Damn it," Frank mumbled.
"Problem?" Blake, Frank coming to know the bear of a man's name.
"No, my mechanic is just giving me the cold shoulder, don't know why she closes off herself to everyone when I try to ask her what's wrong," Frank opening the door.
"She, you have a woman as a mechanic?" Blake asked,
"That a problem for ya?" Frank taking offense to his question.
"Guess it will have to do," Blake grumbled,
"Look, she isn't like any ordinary woman, she is a genius, just graduated college about three years ago, she does one hell of a job on ships, you should see her ship, she built it up from a junk yard, every part the best of the best," Frank explained.
"So this woman, how old is she?" Blake asked.
"She's 21 years tomorrow," Frank opening the bay door and bringing in the ship.
"You have a kid for a mechanic a woman at that?" Blake doubting this woman's knowledge, she was young, too young, be working on ships. Once he got the ship in they went into the lot.
"What's this?" Blake confused,
"She finds ships from junk yards and fixes them up and sells them for a high dollar, practically for the price I am going to charge you for the rush job," Frank smirked. He walked over to a certain ship,
"Sorry, about this," Frank banged on the ship, Blake took in the ship from the outside, it was fucking huge and fairly old, it was a ship he had even dreamed of having from time to time.
"Marius?" Blake reading the silver letters on the side of the ship,
"A man? No man's ever looked this sexy," Blake smirked,
"Try talking her that, damn it Keira, come on, got a job for ya, it's a rush!" Frank shouted. The door finally opened, he walked in and so did Blake, the door shut,
"Hey Marius, sorry about the banging," Frank serious,
"No problem Frank, who is this, a customer?" a voice deep and groggily sounded out.
"Its Blake, name's Blake, where are you?" Blake looking around,
"I'm Keira's ship mate, I was given a voice and name but really I guess you can say I am the ship's navigation system I am everywhere, I do everything but pilot, of course I do auto pilot if need be, nice to meet you Blake," Marius seriously. Blake smirked,
"Where is she hiding?" Frank asked,
"She isn't hiding she is sitting in her favorite spot, the pilot's chair, be warned she isn't in a talking mood," Marius explained.
"I know," Frank huffed, they walked to the front,
"Hey kid, got a job for ya, needs done by 6:55 in the morning, busted engine," Frank strongly. Slowly the pilot's chair swiveled around, there she was, the brooding Keira, she gazed at the customer, he did a thorough checking her out look, toned body, depression, rage, anger, but more control than he thought she had, green soul piercing eyes, her dark brown hair in a tight braid down to her waist. It was the same girl he had bumped into earlier at the bar.
"Keira, meet Blake, Blake, my genius of a mechanic, Keira," Frank introducing him, she reached out and shook his hand, she had a manly handshake,
"Sorry about bumping into you earlier, lets go see how bad she is," Keira getting up. Blake was still reeling from the shock that she, a kid had built this incredible ship.
"And you, don't ever call me a fucking kid again, I've never got that chance," Keira growled, they left the ship.
"Marius, lock up please, I'll be back tonight maybe," Keira patting the ship, she went to the garage and they followed her.