On fixing up a rusted old speeder ...
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twelve_not_fourteenThat night at the arena was both a boom and bust for the Nexus' scruffy haired scoundrel.
Han now had the money to get every part he needed for the Falcon with more than enough left over to make purchases of this and that for the Overracer. He didn't need to waste time slowly harvesting credits playing various games of chance anymore, so he had all the time in the world to devote to fixing either thing. It's just that a wrist in an immobilizer didn't lend itself to mechanic's work very well at all.
He expected to be held up for a while not being able to do much of anything.
Then he expected to try to get into it a little too soon before he'd fully recovered and thereby complicate his healing and cause himself a good deal of pain.
Then he'd be more disciplined - going stir crazy all the while - and wait until he got clearance from a healer before he tried again.
If anyone wanted to take him up on it, he would bet that would be exactly what would happen over the next few weeks after his big fight with Kirk. Imagine his surprise that nothing really happened the way he thought it would and it was mainly because Captain Solo neglected to consider the Joshua Washington factor.
For everything that was out of wack in the kid's head, he had a good mind for trade work. Something, Han never knew exactly what, but something told him that he would be. Josh would make a capable wrench handler, especially with his hands around to guide him and he downright excelled at the electrical work. He'd even manage to surprise Han when he rewired all the lights and displays while hadn't been paying attention.
And he always showed up when he said he would, which, meant more to the Corellian than he would ever let on. He'd expected the kid to lose interest half way through helping him fix the bike.
"Alright, Josh." Han says with a head tilted thoughtfully to the side whilst regarding the speeder. "We're going open up the engine today and check the ignition points."
Han now had the money to get every part he needed for the Falcon with more than enough left over to make purchases of this and that for the Overracer. He didn't need to waste time slowly harvesting credits playing various games of chance anymore, so he had all the time in the world to devote to fixing either thing. It's just that a wrist in an immobilizer didn't lend itself to mechanic's work very well at all.
He expected to be held up for a while not being able to do much of anything.
Then he expected to try to get into it a little too soon before he'd fully recovered and thereby complicate his healing and cause himself a good deal of pain.
Then he'd be more disciplined - going stir crazy all the while - and wait until he got clearance from a healer before he tried again.
If anyone wanted to take him up on it, he would bet that would be exactly what would happen over the next few weeks after his big fight with Kirk. Imagine his surprise that nothing really happened the way he thought it would and it was mainly because Captain Solo neglected to consider the Joshua Washington factor.
For everything that was out of wack in the kid's head, he had a good mind for trade work. Something, Han never knew exactly what, but something told him that he would be. Josh would make a capable wrench handler, especially with his hands around to guide him and he downright excelled at the electrical work. He'd even manage to surprise Han when he rewired all the lights and displays while hadn't been paying attention.
And he always showed up when he said he would, which, meant more to the Corellian than he would ever let on. He'd expected the kid to lose interest half way through helping him fix the bike.
"Alright, Josh." Han says with a head tilted thoughtfully to the side whilst regarding the speeder. "We're going open up the engine today and check the ignition points."
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Date: 2016-09-12 09:08 pm (UTC)Josh is an entirely different person when he's motivated. He becomes alive with a constant thrum of energy, gaze flitting to every small detail to make sure he's got everything in order and doing things properly. It's such a night and day difference from the husk he sometimes is, distant and empty and despondent. medication would probably help with his mood swings and hallucinations, but he's been terrified of doctors since discovering his own hallucination version of Dr. Hill is real and a constant menace in the Nexus.
Josh's beer is forgotten, set aside on the dirt as he grabs the front of the speeder and starts moving it toward the engine. He's not a particularly strong guy, but even he can manage this with minimal effort. The engine really is the heaviest thing in the damn vehicle.
"God I can't wait to give this baby a drive. We could explore so damn much of the Nexus on this thing." He makes sure the speeder is steady once it's next to the engine and facing the proper way. "Like this yeah?"
He remembers how heavy this son of a bitch is, but this time Josh is nearly vibrating with excitement and determination to see the job done. He's already bending over, knees bent as he grips the same part of the engine that he had before.
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Date: 2016-09-15 10:44 pm (UTC)Been a while since he thought about that poor kid. Han missed him. Could be why, when he got to know Josh pretty well, he didn't hesitate to take him under his wing. The best way he could think to honor lost friends is to be good to the new ones and let yourself feel something when those bittersweet memories come rising up again ...
"You ever driven a vehicle like this before?" Han asks. By now he knows that there are some types of vehicles in the multiverse that compare. Natasha's motorcycle. Blaze's Sparrow. "Or am I gonna have to start from square one teaching you how to ride it?"
Han takes a swaggering couple of steps over to the engine and gets down on his knees. He's gonna need to be underneath most of the weight to keep it balanced on the frame while his young friend gets those weight bearing bolts into place.
"We'll pick it up on three, alright?" And then, he counts and on three ... he picks up his end.