Fly Me To The Moon

[Mykes Vatak]

Mykes Taff was underneath a frame of metal. It had a single engine at the back and the frame of wings but so far that was it. He still feared being under a ship sometimes, but this time he was very hopeful that it would stay where it was. But still, he thought he needed help. He knew how ships worked, how they ran, every nook and cranny of a fighter. And yet, he could not exactly build one. He had never built one, so to say. For that he needed some aid, there was no way that he would be able to construct a ship alone. Yes, he could talk to people of the facility. Yes, he could ask his husband Tom Taff but he knew him to be busy and this? This was a more personal project.

And so, Mykes contacted people he knew. And one of them, [member="Rachel Taff"] was just the person who came with an answer. And said they would contact a friend of theirs. Someone named [member="John Locke"]. So Mykes had the workshop somewhat unlocked so that when they would arrive, they could come right in.

 

[John Locke]

This...brought back memories, the workshop was something like the old workshop he'd spent so many hours pottering around in when he was younger. The engineer didn't get much time to tinker these days, it was always meeting here, and emergency there, his days filled with corporate busywork. For a moment the cyborg hung back in the door, a nostalgic smile tugging up the corner of this lips before he padded into the room, one hand coming up to knock on the metal frame, the clanging sound of metal hitting metal echoing around the room. "I hear that this patient needs a consult?" He knew of Rachel Taff mostly through his position overseeing the technological and scientific divisions of the Silver Jedi Order, so when she'd approached him with the opportunity to get his hands dirty again, who was he to disagree?

[member="Mykes Vatak"]

 

[Mykes Vatak]

Mykes Taff was still working on the ship's frame, but then he heard a voice and he slid out partially to see a visitor. He looked them over. They seemed to have a lot of cybernetic implants, while the only implant Mykes had was his detachable leg. Which was, at times, rather annoying with the constant leg malfunctions and such. He put his hand up to shake the cyborg's in greeting. "Yep, this here is the patient. Needs a lot of work done if you can spare the trouble." This must have been the guy that Rachel Taff had told him about.

He went back under, angling himself so he was just under the engines. "Thought I'd make a ship, but as I am sure you've been able to guess I am not the best at ship making. I know every part of a ship, how to fix one up but putting one together alone, it's quite the struggle."

[member="John Locke"]

 

[John Locke]

That last comment, almost an aside, brought a smile to John's lips as he rapped his hand against the frame of the ship, the metallic clang echoing around the room. "There is a world o difference just fixing something up, and actually designing it." It was the discovery that had made his company, he actually enjoyed the design, with the theoretical planning that went into the creation of a ship as much as he enjoyed actually getting his hands dirty.

John squatted down, staring at the man where he was working. "So, what kinda ship are you looking at building?" Without being asked the man reached out, plucking one of the tools off the table, holding it out to [member="Mykes Taff"], ready for when he'd need it.

 

[Mykes Vatak]

Mykes flinched as he heard the clang, and was ready to quickly push out from under, only to notice that it did not move. And sighed with relief. "Yeah, well not much of..a designer" he grunted as he twisted a screwdriver into a part of it. Getting it nicely put together, and then he rolled back out to see the other squatting by his side. "So, that's what I asked you here for. And I am guessing you know how to design ships?"

[member="John Locke"] asked him what kind of ship exactly it was that he was building, and Mykes grinned a little. "A racer. I want to start going out there, to race. To make a new life out there." That was his plan in the galaxy, or at least part of the plan. A way to help support him and his husband Tom.

"So, think you can help me, on this design?" he asked, going back under the design. And from there he got back to working on it best he could.

 

[John Locke]

"I think I can manage that," the man allowed with a small laugh as he took a step back, letting his gaze flick over the structure as he reached into his pocket, resting his hands there as he considered the racer that was starting to come together. "What kind of engines are you planning on mounting on this thing?" In the end they were the single most important part of any racer was the engines, the bigger and stronger they were, the more speed you were capable of.

Everything else, well, there were lots of little tips and tricks he could think of to help a racer get an edge. "What kinda rules are we looking at? Anything that you can't do? Or can't put on the ship?" Breaking the rules probably wouldn't help Mykes plans for the future.

[member="Mykes Taff"]

 

[Mykes Vatak]

As the question was asked to him, he pointed from under the frame to the back. "Ion engines, fighter class. Something you'd see on an A-Wing interceptor. Something smooth and fast, good for maneuvering." Mykes tucked his arm back under. He gave a quick shout as something shocked. Loose wires were no exception, would cause a lot of problems. "Planning on some repulsorlift engines too for more atmospheric races, where the ion engine wouldn't need to be used."

Rules, rules. That he hadn't thought on. Obviously he didn't plan on putting weapons on it, but the idea had come across his mind. He wanted this to be more than just a ship for racing after all. Two seats, a small cargo storage holder that could be detached for the racers and attached for out goings with his husband. "Well...depends on the race. Haven't thought on that yet" he answered from under the ship. "Weapons is a no-go. And illegal boosters."

[member="John Locke"]