Chapter I Part V
Ashmita was already here, though that was no surprise really, Anjali suspected that he used the workshop as an escape as much as she did. She looked at the big guy, he was almost half cyborg now, his robotic arm and leg replacing the flesh and bone he used to have. He never told her how he lost them, it seemed the memory was too painful, but from the tattoo on his other arm, she knew he was in the forces, the Icon of the Makarium showed that, and the winged sword showed that he was a Navy Marine, the toughest of the tough. The Marines were not to be messed with. He was a private man though, Anjali had learnt that throughout her short life time, if Ashmati wanted you to know something, then he would tell you. Although he was a big man, with a sort of deep, soft but somehow commanding voice, he was never anything less than fair and gentle with Anjali, he kept her on the straight and narrow from time to time, with just a word or two in her ear, and she had the greatest of respect for him because of it. He never lectured her like her mother did, just told her want was what when she needed to know. The rest of the time he just got on with his work, and tinkering with his Mono.
“What's the problem Big Guy?”
“It's the engine output, it's not enough for these new mod's I've made, can up it by about 50 amps?”
“Sure, let me in there, let's see what we can see!”
The Mono, how to describe it?
It was as big and as mechanical as Ashmita himself was. It was old-tech, it's massive single wheel bigger than most men, at 7 foot high and about 3 foot wide. The deep tread made for the mud, snow and semi-frost of the world, although Anjali couldn't remember the last time it had left the warmth of the workshop.
Ashmita had installed some of the latest beam communicators on it's main console, and so needed some extra output for it's hulking engine.
“It should just be a simple case of upping the HP and directing it to the coils” she stated.
“Ok, well do what you have to please. I need to go up to the loft to finish some things off for your father.”
Her eye's followed Ashmita up the stairs to the loft, the area of the workshop that served as clerical office and cleanroom for the electronics needed to service most hover crafts these days. That was Ashmati's speciality, electrics and electronics, give him some semi conductors, and some copper, and he could make you just about anything, he was always reading the latest white papers to come from the Universities, that was one of the lessons he wished Anjali would listen to, that you can never have too much knowledge, it was the greatest weapon of all.
Anjali looked about the workshop for the tools for the job she needed to do, and there in the other corner, hidden unerneith a canopy was her dad's labor of love, he had designed and build a hovercraft of his own, instead of just repairing everyone elses.
“And don't you even think about looking under that tarpaulin young lady, you know it's your Father's pride and joy”
Damm! Sometimes she was sure that Ashmita could read her thoughts. She tried to picture what the craft looked like from the shapes made under the canopy, it had to be a speedster, she was sure of it, just from the shape, but it was so much bigger than any personal speedster that she knew of, it was sleek though.
“What's the problem Big Guy?”
“It's the engine output, it's not enough for these new mod's I've made, can up it by about 50 amps?”
“Sure, let me in there, let's see what we can see!”
The Mono, how to describe it?
It was as big and as mechanical as Ashmita himself was. It was old-tech, it's massive single wheel bigger than most men, at 7 foot high and about 3 foot wide. The deep tread made for the mud, snow and semi-frost of the world, although Anjali couldn't remember the last time it had left the warmth of the workshop.
Ashmita had installed some of the latest beam communicators on it's main console, and so needed some extra output for it's hulking engine.
“It should just be a simple case of upping the HP and directing it to the coils” she stated.
“Ok, well do what you have to please. I need to go up to the loft to finish some things off for your father.”
Her eye's followed Ashmita up the stairs to the loft, the area of the workshop that served as clerical office and cleanroom for the electronics needed to service most hover crafts these days. That was Ashmati's speciality, electrics and electronics, give him some semi conductors, and some copper, and he could make you just about anything, he was always reading the latest white papers to come from the Universities, that was one of the lessons he wished Anjali would listen to, that you can never have too much knowledge, it was the greatest weapon of all.
Anjali looked about the workshop for the tools for the job she needed to do, and there in the other corner, hidden unerneith a canopy was her dad's labor of love, he had designed and build a hovercraft of his own, instead of just repairing everyone elses.
“And don't you even think about looking under that tarpaulin young lady, you know it's your Father's pride and joy”
Damm! Sometimes she was sure that Ashmita could read her thoughts. She tried to picture what the craft looked like from the shapes made under the canopy, it had to be a speedster, she was sure of it, just from the shape, but it was so much bigger than any personal speedster that she knew of, it was sleek though.
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