In the Market District of Nafpaktos, on the far off corner, where the stores taper off and become less grandiose, is a garage and workshop. Constructed from half parts pressurized Fallen Alloy and half Refined Marble of Awoken Settlements, the words Fiiks' Fixes emblazoned in blocky, neon letters in both Awoken and Eliksni Standard. Inside are a vast array of gadgets and gizmos, devices and doohickeys, and of course, weapons and armor. A half-assembled Pike lies in a corner, a tarp thrown over it and anchored to the ground. There was a sporadic flash of sparks from one of the workbenches, along with the notable hiss of a plasma torch. Hunched over the Workbench would be Fiiks, owner and proprietor of the workshop. Overall average by Eliksni standards, four arms, four eyes, around the height of what would be considered a Vandal in Guardian terms. An intricate engraving, with looping spirals doubling back onto each other before venturing down the length of his upper right arm and stopping at the forearm, would be the only distinguishing feature. A sort of marking, acid-etched into his plates by his other triplet, Viiks. He liked to have the engraving as a sort of memento of sorts, as well as being happy to have offered Viiks a chance to try his hand at the practice.
The object of his Focus was a long strip of armor plating, curved to fit the rounded nose of the Pike when he eventually got to attaching it. The new Pike had been a labor of love of his for the last few cycles now, scrounging and buying parts and working to tune up the salvaged hoverbike when he found some time of his own, when he wasn't working on weapons to supply the Nafpaktan Garrisons or repairing positioning systems or comm sets. The Pike itself had begun its life as a gutted wreck in a dumpster over in Geliriks District. And in typical Fallen fashion, stripped of practically everything but the thrusters and a few spots of armor plating, and most likely those would've been gone if he had discovered it a day later. He had to completely build another Engine, power cells, thrust regulators, calibrate and tune all of it so that the fuel wouldn't burn in the engine compartment and blow up, and he couldn't yet dream of putting weapons on it.
But after all his hard work, his vision had become close to being realized, with salvaged, built, and purchased parts he had turned this gutted pike into a beast. It carried three times the engine power of a standard pike, as well as including the needed anti-grav systems to get it off the ground and the needed suspension and coolant systems to keep it at a reasonable temperature. Now all that remained was patching up the chassis.
The torch dies out abruptly and Fiiks lifts up his welding mask, looking over at the section of metal before taking it from the bench and bringing it over to his Pike. Holding it in place before he flips the mask's visor back down and goes to welding the final piece.
Finally, he steps back, flipping up the welding mask to ogle over his handiwork.
"Heh, heh, heh...time for a test drive."