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~~Chapter 2: Are You For Real? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He found the technician fairly quickly, for few people inhabited the area. Many had no work to do; they had to wait until the zoid's new armor arrived. With this, many people had left, so the room was unusually quiet. The tech was gathering his tools when Eircad arrived. He gave him an odd glance. "So you're the kid I gotta watch? What's your name?"

Eircad paused, a little scared of the man, "My name? Oh, it's Eircad."

The man extended his hand and Eircad shook it. [Does everyone in this place shake your hand?] He placed his arm back at his side. The man picked up the rest of his things and headed towards the Shield Liger. "Well Eircad, my name's Tristan. You good with machines?"

Eircad felt frozen, the man was a little creepy. He was too skinny and short to be a tech for such an important zoid. [How'd I get stuck with this sorry excuse for, well, anything?]

"Ah. I'm okay with machines and stuff." [Go Eircad! Good answer. If you were working on building a two-foot tower out of blocks.]

Feeling awkward, Eircad followed him to the elevator that lead to the cockpit. He tried not to look like a little kid by leaning over the bars to look down at the zoid, but the temptation was too strong and Tristan didn't seem to care; he was busy enough as it is, trying to handle his tools with his scrawny, muscle less arms.

They reached the top quickly; too quickly for Eircad, he was enjoying looking over the Shield Liger. Tristan carefully jumped into the cockpit, landing on the pilot seat. He handed Eircad a small, handwritten manual and pointed carelessly to the back seat. The flat face returned as Eircad gave a half-hearted sigh and jumped clumsily to the second seat. He opened the manual to discover mangled instructions on what he had to do. He glared at the tech, he could care less about what Eircad did. With another sigh, he looked under the seat and opened control panel. He did some programming of his own to the zoid, improving the dull manual.

After an hour or so, Eircad looked over the seat, extending his stiff back, curious to see what Tristan was doing. He gawked at what he saw. Tristan was staring heavily at a manual, one quite similar to Eircad's. In his free hand he held two cables. One was labeled A1 and the other A2. Eircad took the cables out of his hands and connected them, bringing power to the system. Tristan turned to look at him with a weak smile on his face, "I knew that."

Eircad just stared, "Listen, I'm not great at doing much with advanced machines, but I expect the guy I work for know something. Are you for real?"

Tristan didn't answer, he just took off the shiny pin the was set on his chest and handed it to Eircad. Eircad looked at it closely. It was a simple white material with quickly written black ink letters reading Technician. He jumped to the elevator and lifted a hand in a halfhearted wave. Eircad stood looking into space for a few minutes after before his lifted the pin to his chest and put it on. [What a weird day.]

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