{A/N: I'm sorry if these stories seem a little stale, blame 14 year old me. I'm just a simple man trying to make his way in a world of whump and smut.}
4099 ABMV, 8:30 AM, Jedi Temple, Coruscant...
Ahsoka is eating her rather bland breakfast in the canteen, when her lekku picks up a fellow padawan openly listening to a podcast, in the rather empty building.
:"On another note, did you hear that, the Spider-Man stopped a train from derailing last night?": The Holo-Net seems to be abuzz on an occurrence of something that happened after the Hobgoblin attack.
'What did you get yourself into Miguel?'
:"No! What happened?!":
:"So after that Jedi helped him take down that 'Hobgoblin', turns out the thing broke out of its restraints in the Public Eye's cruiser, and tackled Spider-Man onto a moving train. He got the kriff beat outta him, so he sabotaged the controls and made it go an outstanding 400 miles per hour, to an unfinished renewal? Is that right? Okay, renewal of an older part of the track. He ended up causing hundreds of thousands of credits in property damage though.":
The other podcast host agrees/disagrees. :"Yeah, but I think that the fact that he saved hundreds of lives, kind of cancels it out. Don't you think?":
The two hosts get into a rather heated debate as Ahsoka finishes her meal and leaves to do some exercises on her day off.
10:16 AM, Jedi Temple, Coruscant...
Ahsoka is walking with a friend of hers, Barriss Offee.
"How long has it been since this war started? I don't even remember what it was like before all this." Barriss asks. "About two years and four months."She sighs.
"The Jedi used to be peacekeepers, but now we're just war mongers." Ahsoka begins to try to retort, but Barriss is called off by Master Luminara. Sighing, Offee waves to Ahsoka as she runs off.
Ahsoka stands there for a minute, not really knowing what to do, and remembers something. Reaching around her belt, she opens her soft-case, and pulls out the naapkin from earlier.
'He's probably saving people right now... Eh, I'll try anyway.'
Pulling out her communicator, she dials the number on the napkin from the diner.
10:20 AM, O'Hara apartment in Nueva York...
"Oh am I in your way? Sorry DUnK-E."
Miguel has a welding mask on as he works on a propulsion engine with a large arm-like machine. Lyla then appears.
:It seems that someone is calling your personal number. Shall I put them through?:
"You are of no benefit at all. Move down to the side."
Miguel lifts up the mask from his face, revealing the oil and dirt covering it. "Sure, I don't see why not." A dial acceptance tone plays. "Hello?"
:"Hey! This is Ahsoka, from Dex's Diner.": Miguel suddenly remembers what happened before the whole 'Hobgoblin Incident'.
"Oh yeah! You're the lady who helped me out with the we-... stun grenade! What's going on?"
:"Nothing much... Just bored.":
"Well, I kind of need some help with some things. If you don't mind helping me out again."
:"WILL DO!": Miguel raises an eyebrow as Ahsoka clears her throat. :"Ahem. I mean, will do!":
"Great. My apartment is 2099 Parker Street. The really tall building covered in windows. See you in a bit."
:"See ya!":
The call hangs up as the yellow AI speaks up :It seems that you have a date! Shall I save her contact information?:
"First of all; it's not a date. Second; Yes." Miguel flips his welding mask back on, and continues cutting, as the arm moves up and down, as if it's chuckling.
10:35 AM, Ahsoka's dormitory room, Jedi Temple, Coruscant...
Ahsoka hangs up the communicator and stares forward.
'He doesn't know that I'm a Jedi, does he?' Ahsoka looks over to her closet and spots her old blue mechanic jumpsuit, with her goggles. Shrugging her shoulders she grabs them.
She takes her lightsabers off and throws the coveralls on. Finding them a little small. "it'll do, for now at least." She mutters.
10:40 AM, O'Hara Apartment, Nueva York Coruscant...
"Hey Lyla?" O'Hara stops cutting for a moment.
:Yes Miguel?:
"Could you schedule an order for delivery from Tankick Express to arrive here at 1:30 PM? The usual, Please."
:Will do.: Lyla dematerializes as Miguel realises that his costume is on his table.
"Shock." Miguel gets up and begins cleaning the Apartment rather quickly due to using web strands over and over again. Dusting off his pants, he gets back to work.
11:30 AM, O'Hara Apartment, Nueva York, Coruscant...
Ahsoka knocks on the door as a muffled clanging is happening in the background. The door opens with a click, revealing that no one opened it. Walking inside, she sees Miguel on the other side of a glass pane, banging a hammer on a piece of hot metal in a dimly lit room, shaping it in the way he needs. Tossing the metal into a cooling bucket, he turns around with his tank top clad body. And a dirty uncovered face.
He waves to her on the other side of the glass and walks through the door on the left side of the room. Dusting his hands, he asks her something. "Are you ready to put your intelligence to some use for the day?"
Ahsoka nods slowly. "All right, you mind tossing me that glowy thing?" He asks while walking over to the rather large Holo-Table. "Sure." She picks it up and inspects it. "What is this?"
"Miniature ARC Reactor. I really need it right now, so could you toss it over?" He states and asks offhandedly. She shrugs and tosses it, him shooting his arm out and catching it at an uncanny speed. Raising it up a little he quotes an old mentor.
"The Power of the stars... In the palm of my hand..." He places the reactor into a harness and places it over his chest. "Here comes the part that I'm gonna need help with." He turns on the holo-table and designs for a new Spider-Man costume to emerge.
"Shock!" He quickly closes out of the projections and pulls up a plated boot with a light coming from the bottom. Turning around to face Ahsoka with a nervous smile he asks if she saw that.
"Saw what?" She smirks, causing Miguel to slump his shoulders. "I, uh…" He swallows "I'm Spider-Man's tech guy?"
"I kinda guessed that when your grenade exploded in your face." She plays along.
"Getting back to business... This is basically a rocket boot powered by this ARC Reactor" Miguel enlarges the projection. "I'm working on making an even more resilient Spider-Suit capable of flight in the gravitational pull of the planet's atmosphere."
"Couldn't you just incorporate a jetpack?"
"I could, but that's a massive weakness compared to putting a layer of unstable molecules over a small object and hiding the weakness as a whole, all the while making it blaster proof." He states as he pulls apart the projection. Just then, DUnK-E begins nudging Ahsoka.
Turning, she sees the arm. "And who are you?" She asks bending her knees, looking at the machine
"That's DUnK-E, he's an AI that I made when I was thirteen." Ahsoka then begins paying even more attention to the apartment around her, finding Multiple awards, certificates from Alchemax, stating that he graduated from the Best academy in the Galaxy two years prior with an internship, others congratulating him on figuring out the specifics of cross species genetics in less than a full year of working at the company.
"You have... A lot of awards and certificates." She says as she walks over to the incomplete metal boot with wires sticking out of it.
"I was always the genius of the family."
"Speaking of your family, where are they?" She asks, already knowing.
Miguel sighs. "My mom died when I was small, speeder accident, I don't really remember it. My father remarried and had my brother... About two years ago, they were murdered on a boardwalk on Naboo. Not a lot of people know what it feels like. Be angry, in your bones. You gotta learn to hide the anger, and practice smiling." He lets out a breathy chuckle.
"It's like putting on a mask." He swallows some spit. "Now you gotta tell me something about yourself... How about that headdress?" He asks to change the subject.
She touches the triangle shaped teeth covering her Lekku line. "What about it?"
"How'd you get it?"
"Oh, uh... Back on Shili, when a Togruta comes of age, they kill an Akul beast as a right of passage. And these are it's teeth."
"So, it's a memento."
"Pretty much. Yeah." Miguel nods his head. "Wizard, wizard... You mind Helping DUnK-E and I, over here?" Ahsoka jogs over to the bench and sits down next to one side of the boot, placing on her goggles. Miguel looks up and begins snickering.
"What?" She crosses her arms. "You just- You look really goofy right now." Ahsoka motions for DUnK-E to hit Miguel in the shoulder for her. DUnK-E complies and smacks him in the shoulder, harder than usual.
"Ow!" Ahsoka starts snickering. "Oh, Ha Ha. Very funny."
1:20 PM, Apartment complex walled parking roof, Nueva York, Coruscant...
On an empty landing pad, Miguel is wearing the boots and harness with switches in his hands, having Ahsoka record the test, and DUnK with a fire extinguisher.
"Okay! Let's do this right!" Miguel says while walking backward with the heavy boots. "Start mark, half a meter back to center..." He looks at Ahsoka and breathes out. Turning to DUnK. "DUnK-E, look alive, you're on standby for fire safety." He points at Ahsoka. "You keep on rolling."
Miguel turns and clips something onto the harness. "Okay... Activate hand controls." He levels the switches next to each other. "We're gonna start off nice and easy, we're going to see ten percent thrust capacity achieve lift." He begins counting down.
"And three"
"Two"
"One"
*THHHHHHT!*
*SMACK!*...
*THUD!*
*CLANG!*
He activates the switches and the boots achieve more than lift. They fling him into the wall behind him. And make him fall onto a bunch of loose tools.
"Uughhhh!" As he groans breathily, DUnK-E begins firing the fire extinguisher all over Miguel excessively, causing Ahsoka to laugh heartily.
1:50 PM, O'Hara Apartment, Nueva York, Coruscant...
Miguel is designing something while drinking caffeinated Jawa Juice as Ahsoka watches him while she eats her tangy orange chicken.
2:10 PM, O'Hara Apartment, Nueva York, Coruscant...
Miguel is piecing together a holo-projection using a blue light stylus. And when it's finally complete, he sticks his arm through it and it begins moving and fitting around his forearm and upper arm.
4:23 PM, O'Hara Apartment, Nueva York, Coruscant...
Ahsoka and Miguel are finishing up the arm piece and when it's ready, O'Hara begins fastening it around his arm, Finding it still super flexible. As if it were his normal one, but more reinforced than before. A gray UM glove on his hand with a large white circle in his palm.
"Is this a weapon?" She asks. "Nope, just a flight stabilizer, move back please." Steadying his arm and bracing. "Should be completely harmless though." Miguel presses a button on the table.
*wrrRRRRRR- THRRRR!*
Miguel is launched backward as Ahsoka is left covering her head. He looks at her completely surprised.
"I didn't expect that!" He yells due to his ears ringing from the heightened sense.
6:30 PM, Apartment complex walled parking roof, Nueva York, Coruscant...
Miguel is wearing two stabilizers and the pair of boots. Ahsoka, this time, has set up multiple cameras from different angles and is standing next to the computer. And DUnK is still equipped with the extinguisher.
"Test five, Configuration 2.0. For a lack of better options DUnK-E is still on fire safety." He sort of raises his arm at him to cement the point. "If you douse me again and I'm not on fire, I'm donating you to a city academy." Miguel looks at the camera and shifts around a little. He looks at Ahsoka right after.
"Alright, nice and easy..." Ahsoka smirks a little. "Seriously. We're just gonna start off with one percent thrust capacity."
She changes the capacity from ten, to one.
"In three,"
"Two."
"One."
*THRRRT*
Miguel is successfully lifted off of the ground and begins hovering. Equipment slightly sparking due to the prototype not being fully completed. His arms lift to his sides allowing him to sort of keep in place.
He continues hovering for ten more seconds before he drops to the ground a little awkwardly on his feet. He turns around to DUnK. "Please don't follow me around with it either cause it feels like I'm gonna catch on fire, spontaneously. Just stand down! If something happens then come in..." Ahsoka stifles her laughter at the two old friends.
"Let's bring it up to two point five!" Miguel gets into a stance and quickly begins counting down.
"Three."
"Two."
"One!"
She hits enter on the keyboard.
The repulsors begin to lift with twice the amount of thrust than before. He holds position for a few seconds before he begins drifting off over the high class speeders.
"Okay! This is where I don't want to be!" Miguel makes a weird noise in an effort to move away from the line of cars.
"Oh, not the car, not the car! Yikes!" He continues drifting until he moves his hands in front of him, causing him to fly back toward a camera, laughing nervously, he exclaims. "Could be worse, could be worse! We're fine!"
He begins figuring out how to control the flight path as he makes his way back to the starting position. Slowly going down before the thrust shuts off. Causing him to stumble a little.
He smiles whimsically at Ahsoka before turning to DUnK. "Nope! AH AH AH AH AH!" DUnK-E lowers the extinguisher as he turns back to Ahsoka. "You can keep a copy of the recordings if you'd like, for an alibi to your guardians for what you've been doing the whole day."
She vaults over the table and hugs him. For some reason.
'Super out of character Tano! What the kriff are you doing?!' She thinks to herself.
"Oookay? What's this for?"
"For alleviating my boredom for today. Today would have been so much worse if we didn't meet."
"What? Got no friends?"
"No, they're all just busy or more boring than Hoth itself." She breaks the hug.
Miguel laughs. "Okay, that's fair. Now... Could you help me clean this up?" Ahsoka looks at him blankly for a second. "No." She then bolts away, unknowingly leaving her goggles on the bench.
"Hey! Wait a minute! Ughh... Looks like it's just you and me DUnK-" The DUnK-E shell powers down and switches to the one in the Apartment. "OH COME ON!"
{A/N: The Tony Stark of my fanfics. Just not as good with the ladies.}
