was applied. Tavish was a self-taught mechanic. He invented his own devices that help the body in some way. He made mechanical hands, arms, legs and things like that to aid those who have lost limbs in freak accidents with factory equipment or war. Gaia was currently at war with a second colonized planet called Drakkar. It was named after the large lizards that roamed the planet. They were quite harmless unless their peace was disturbed by enemies invading their territory. In most ways they were like dogs, they were loyal to their master until death but they did not live to please or serve. They lived for their master's companionship.
Victoria sighed and wiped the fresh tears off of her reddened face. She had to get back to work repairing damaged factory equipment. That was their life now, repairing things. They never built stuff for the benefit of the people for fear of getting captured by the Azar and his goons. Even for the high demand in repairs, Tavish and his sister couldn't get enough money to survive. He had to find something that would earn them more money to repair their metal shack of a home.
He rubbed his tan hand through his chocolate hair and walked over to his workbench in his room. His most recent project was taking shape as he looked at it carefully. A series of air pistons laid on the table ordered by size from smallest to biggest. All of his new projects he tested on himself so that no one else would get hurt if they backfired. Anything he built, he built in secret. His sister aided him on the secrecy whenever the soldiers came to inspect their shop. Tavish made sure that there were no windows in his room for them to look through when he wasn't in there.
"We need to open up shop, there's already a long line of people outside, Tav," her sweet melodic voice echoed with a metallic twinge to it. He nodded his head and placed his work jumpsuit over his current attire to hide the mechanical devices he had placed on himself. He zipped up the side and slipped the overall straps over his shoulders then grabbed his work belt and headed for his door. His sister followed close behind. The image from his dreams wouldn't evacuate his head. Instead it rolled around, taunting him of what he would see again that night. As tortured by this as he was, he was on a personal mission. Victoria wasn't to be involved until he informed her of his plan, but that wouldn't be until he was in grave danger. He walked down a flight of stairs into the kitchen and grabbed a slice of bread from the plate on the metal table. Tavish quickly shoved the slice of bread into his mouth and headed out to the workshop. Today didn't feel right. Something wasn't sitting right with his conscience. He ignored it for the moment, feelings like those wouldn't bring him money or freedom from this boring job. He unlocked the workshop garage door and lifted it open only to be swarmed by sunlight and demanding customers. He had his work cut out for him that day.