#FreedomFalls – August 29, 2015

Shyva'Nahl slips through the front door almost silently, her feet shuffling a little. She rubs her upper arm nervously and shakes a little, as is normal for Shyva in public. Her light blue, white, and gold suit looks impeccably clean, even shiny in some spots. Of course, what else could be expected from a super clean-freak like Shyva? She spots Pip talking to the human and sits down in the

Turian looks at the quarian distastefully and turns slightlky away, going back to reading his datapad. (Pip_Summers)

Shyva'Nahl can't help but feel intimidated. Her posture changes and she looks a little... smaller now. Its easy to tell she's uncomfortable.

Pip nods as she accepts the payment for the repairs, smiling sweetly at the human. "Alright, thank you very much," she says. "The mech will have your car out back for you. Have a good evenin'." She waves politely as the human exits. Upon spotting the familar quarian, she squees and waves her over. "Shyva!"

Shyva'Nahl squeaks in shock and visibly jumps, but quickly breathes a sigh of relief. She quickly shuffles over to Pip and opens her arms a little awkwardly for a hug. "H-Hey Pip." she says in a very quiet tone.

Turian tisks at the familarity between the suit-rat and the human. "Disgusting," he mumbles, too quietly for anyone to hear. (Pip_Summers)

Pip springs around the desk and scoops up the quarian in a boisterous embrace, smearing grease onto the pristine envrio-suit of Shyva. Accidentally, of course. "Aha, I missed you darlin!" Her eyes widen and she drops the quarian back down, her look apologetic. "Ohmigod I'm so sorry!"

Shyva'Nahl holds Pip tightly. She finds the embrace to be calming, knowing she can be safe with this woman. She takes a deep breath and finally smiles as she lets go. Of course, that's when she sees the grease. Shyva stays silent for a few seconds, then nod. "Easy." She says, then looks at Pip. "No big d-deal, I've g-got stuff for it." She looks Pip over, her clean-freak mind going a mile

Pip laughs, clapping Shyva on the back. "No point! It'll just get messy again anyways. Can you walk and talk, I gotta fix up a truck out back." She gestures to the door leading into the garage, already starting off in that direction. "Besides... I need to tell you somethin'."

Shyva'Nahl scurries off after Pip, nodding as she catches up. "I-I've got something t-too, but you first." she says, now by her side. As they enter the garage, she can't help but spot every little oil puddle, scorch mark, and stain on... everything! If she wasn't more concentrated on Pip, she'd have gone into melt-down and gotten her sponge out that instant.

Pip makes her way over to a truck suspended on a vehicle lift just as Watty stomps back into the garage via the large shutters leading to the alleyway behind the shop. Pip ducks under the truck and resumes her repairs, drips of oil smattering her face. "You have news?" she asks. "Well, go on then! I wanna hear this first. Mine can wait."

Shyva'Nahl shakes her head at Pip. "It c-can wait, yours sounds important. M-mine's more fun." she says, then looks as Watty walks in the doors. Oooooooh big mech! "H-Hey Watty!" she says with a wide wave. "G-Good to see y-you again!"

Watty waves over to Shyva. "Hello again," he says walking over to the wall and plonking down against it. (Pip_Summers)

Pip chuckles, poking her head out from under the truck. "Fine, you win." She zips back under the truck, speaking as she tinkers. "That merc- sorry, "PMC" group you were talkin' about, Redrock, have approached me and offered a job workin' for them."

Shyva'Nahl blinks and looks down at Pip. Well, her feet, as they're sticking out from under the truck. "O-Oh?" it was good to see that she wasn't breaking down about them anymore. Definitely good to see. "That... well, g-good but... is i-it okay to worry? B-Because... yeah, I'm a-already worrying."

Pip grunts as she shoves a component back into place. "Probably," she says honestly. "But it isn't a forever thing. Imma only usin' them until I can get what I want." How cryptic. "Besides, they only really want Watty over there. As long as I keep him functionin' that is."

Shyva'Nahl walks over to Watty, and looks up at him as she listens. "Mm... okay..." she mumbles, still worried. "W-what's the job?" Please don't be dangerous... As she thinks about all the possibilities, she starts to chip at some of the grime in Watty's joints, then eventually takes out a small spray and a sponge from her utility belt and starts to clean some of the grunge out.

Watty looks down at Shyva and gives her a thumbs up. He rests his hands on his knees and simply stays still, finally getting a clean for the first time in... a long time. (Pip_Summers)

Pip shrugs, despite her action not being seen. "Dunno yet. All I know is they need Watty." She shimmies out from under the truck and looks over to Shyva, giving her her best reassuring smile. "I'll be alright. I can look after myself." With a shit-eating grin, she folds her arms and leans agaist the car lift. "Now, your turn."

Shyva'Nahl is basically climbing on top of Watty now, getting into those hard to reach spots. Who knew Quarians could be so flexible in those suits? She finally pulls herself out of his shoulder joint and looks back at Pip. "You BETTER c-come back to me in o-one peice." she says, pointing a finger. "As for my news... well." She opens her omnitool and sends her a file.

Pip | Laughs. "Don't worry I will- gurk!" Pip's head snaps back as she looks at the file, her head slamming against the metallic surface of the lift. She grabs the back of her head and moans, her face scrunching up in pain. "Shitty wanking piece of fuck!" A colourful arrange of expletives follow.

Shyva'Nahl gasps for a second, then covers the part of her mask where her mouth would be, hiding a sheepish smile. Well, if anyone could see through her mask that is. "Y-you okay?" she asks, her hand going back to Watty's joints to clear them out. So greasy and... grimy!

Pip groans and rubs the back of her head. "Jesus.. that hurt." She looks up and tilts her head in confusion, quirking an eyebrow. "Sorry, who are you again?"

Shyva'Nahl blinks and looks back at Pip. "You better b-be kidding... t-that only h-happens in soap operas..." she says in a very... unamused tone.

Pip snickers and nods. "Only kiddin'". She looks back at her omni-tool and waggles her eyebrows. "Alrighty then. Sounds good. But, uh, maybe wait to send that kinda stuff until I'm at home, alright?"

Shyva'Nahl feins a sigh of relief and wipes 'sweat' from her mask's brow. "Phew. Thank goodness." she says, a bit overdramatically. She sits on Watty's shoulder and crosses her legs. "Its a-already on its w-way, b-but who knows how l-long it could be. I t-think next week will be the latest."

Pip waves her hand dismissively and ducks back under the truck. "Then we can wait," she says.

Shyva'Nahl chuckles and goes back to scrubbing Watty's hard to get to places, mostly around his arms still, but she's working her way to his torso. "D-do you know w-when you're off, then?" she asks from behind the mech.

Pip makes a noise sounding similar to 'I dunno' from under the truck. "I'm pullin' off a few nightshifts to see if I can't get Watty's new arm workin'. The last few times... ended rather badly."

Shyva'Nahl pokes her head out from behind the mech. "Er... w-what happened?" she asks, stepping away from Watty's arms. The grease and grime is starting to accumulate on her suit, but she doesn't seem too worried about it. Watty's looking better though!

Watty is indeed looking much more clean. Almost brand new! (Pip_Summers)

Shyva'Nahl blinks and looks up at watty. "G-Good thing you can't f-feel pain, right?" she asks, now cleaning his outter plates with a different spray bottle. She gives his shoulder a good scrub then grins as she see's her own mask in the reflection. "That must h-have cost a few c-creds to replace."

Pip snorts. "They were spares that I had accumalated over the years. I have two left, already workin' on one."

Shyva'Nahl blinks and looks over at Pip. "S-Spares?" she asks. "H-How do you c-come across spares? J-Junk-yards?"

Shyva'Nahl hms, then nods. She almost forgot she was dating a thief. Ah well, she's been called a thief a million times, and she knows that sort of thing is regular on Aite. It doesn't affect her that much any more. "Fair e-enough. W-What're you planning on d-doing with the spares? A-Adding some big g-guns or something?"

Pip pokes her head out from under the truck and shrugs. "Sorta. The thing is with traditional YMIR's is that their weapons are really more for medium to short range or for hittin' big targets. What I'm tryin' to do is build a multi-purpose mechanoid combat appendage. I've tried combining two avengers, a mantis and a shotty into one arm and to be able to switch between them smoothly."

Shyva'Nahl listens to pip, then looks back up at Watty. "W-What about a long-range surface-to-everything missile launcher m-mounted to a shoulder?" she asks. "Expensive h-hardware, but it'd take c-care of all those n-nasty bastards in v-vehicles and in s-sniper nests." she says. "T-That's a thing, right? I've h-heard marines t-talking about stuff like that..." she looks watty over and hums.

Shyva'Nahl shrugs, starting to imagine the paint-job she'd give Watty. "That's w-why you're the mechanic and I'm the c-cleaner." she says with a smile. "Artist too, I s-suppose." she climbs back up onto Watty and starts to clean around his optics.

Pip quirks an eyebrow. "What are you thinkin'?" she asks.

Shyva'Nahl hums for a few seconds, looking him over. "C-Could go c-classic human h-hot rod and do flames... what w-would you prefer? Watty IS y-yours after all." She scrubs his optical lenses carefully. "What do you th-think, Watty?"

Watty shrugs his shoulders. "I do not mind." (Pip_Summers)

Shyva'Nahl blinks and looks over at Pip. "T-That's what you meant, right? A-about what I was thinking?" she asks. "I m-mean, I could g-give him a good paint-job if y-you want, its k-kind of a hobby of mine."

Pip blinks twice before speaking plainly. "Givin' mechs paint jobs?"

Shyva'Nahl can't help but laugh, breifly. "N-No no, art. I'm a b-bit of an artist. I t-thought I mentioned that before... m-maybe I didn't. Well, now you know."

Pip rolls her eyes and ducks back under the truck, chuckling. "Well, feel free. But if you make him look stupid...". She leaves the rest hanging.

Shyva'Nahl snorts. "I'll p-paint kittens on his torso. T-That's not stupid, is it?" she asks, remembering how adorable the kittens are in the videos she watches to make herself feel better. Earth has such adorable baby animals. "I'll m-make some concepts."

Pip peeks out from under the truck and jabs a spanner at the quarian. "No cats."

Shyva'Nahl waves her rag at Pip. "Fiiiine..." she mumbles in return, then climbs off Watty. "T-That should do it. J-Just needs a power-wash to get the last bits off, and he'll b-be shiny like h-he's just out of the box." By now, she's covered in grease and grime, from head to toe, but she doesn't mind. "N-Not bad, eh?"

Pip nods appreciatively, blowing a kiss at Shyva. "Amazin'!" she calls out. "You work wonders, darlin'."

Shyva'Nahl catches said kiss and smothers it against her mask with a giggle before walking over to Pip and sitting down beside her. "Its i-in my b-blood," she says. "D-Dad was a k-king at this s-sort of stuff, I've inherited it." She pulls Pip into a small hug. "A-anyway, just came by t-to say hi. G-Gotta go get cleaned up b-before I get to work."

Pip hugs the quarian back, smiling warmly. "Alright, stay safe. Enjoy your shift."

Shyva'Nahl smiles and stands up. "Y-You too. L-Let me know w-when you're shipping off a d-day or t-two in a-advance, okay?" she asks, then heads off towards the exit. "I'll text you l-later. Seeya!" And with that, she leaves the establishment, making a bee-line back to the inn.