He's such a cowboy... Misha thought.
"We're going shopping. Then off to my garage. I got a special project in mind." She looked at Cooper, her cybernetic eyes hiding her thoughts. Truth was, he wasn't going to be around to protect her forever, so she might as well put some souvenirs to good use..
The shopping took them past a few hardware and electronics stores, finishing at the Quick-y-mart to fill up her fridge. Before noon, they came to the garage blocks, endless lines of hired garages stacked on top of another creating a concrete wasteland. Her ident-chip bleeped on the lock of one of the endless doors and with a hefty haul Misha hefted the rolling door open. Inside was not exactly a treasure trove. An old, beat up ground car, a rust bucket she and some of her Tabaxi kin had once tried to restore but had largely given up on when college came around. There were workbenches with some basic tools for soldering and welding, on which Misha deposited the boxes she had brought. She unpacked them there, showing a wild collection of junk iron, a broken drone, some customizable print plates, wireless controllers, electro-engines and batteries. She rolled up a chair and began taking most of the stuff in front of her apart. The truth was, out of her kin she had been the only one good at tinkering, maybe even had a knack for it. But an old car bored her. She had neglected it in favor of more modern toys. Now that she had something in mind her old spirit was kindled and she looked up diagrams and blueprints on the net that she could apply to her design. Soon she was bending iron and welding things together, then she was putting a print plate together, testing it with the wireless controller, then taking the controller apart in turn.
The day went by, with Cooper standing outside. The sun had set when Misha finally came out straightened her back. Her arms were covered in grease and oil, but she seemed pleased. Then something metallic steps followed, and a giant metal cat-droid stepped outside next to her. It was covered in thick iron plates that still held sharp edges and scratches from the salvaging process but its legs and back seemed quite nimble. It seemed almost like a crude war-droid, although it lacked weapon platforms. It looked at Cooper, its eye-cameras staring at him as if it held some sort of curious intelligence.
"Neat huh? It's connected to my jack. Nothing like the hunter-killers we had to shoot up Europe, but this thing will keep me safe from an idiot in the streets."OOC:
Achievement unlocked: Misha has made her Steel Defender!
