@hurlinhunk
Having heard that there was a mechanic living not too far out from the settlement they’d stopped at between jobs to both make some extra cash and pick up supplies, Shiro felt like he’d really lucked out. His knowledge of fixing vehicles was incredibly limited, and his speeder had been sort of on the fritz for a while now. Nothing too bad, he’d been able to keep it working, though it sometimes took a bit more energy than he liked to expend on it, but if there was an opportunity to get it fixed, he was going to take it. Last thing he needed was for it to break down on him completely while out in the middle of nowhere.
He’d told Keith to stay put at the encampment, just pick up the necessities they needed and maybe get some rest, and he’d be back in (hopefully) a couple of hours. He had no idea if this mechanic was any good or not, but it was worth the risk and in the end, did it really matter so long as his speeder got fixed?
Pulling up to what looked to be someone’s home, he had to assume this was it. It was the only building he’d come across since leaving the settlement. Shiro tugged off the mask he wore to protect his face while driving through the wastelands and stuffed it into the satchel at his side, sliding off of his speeder and taking a glance around. Within a few moments, his eyes landed on a figure near the building that he could only guess was used as a makeshift house and, wanting to waste no time, he began a slow approach.
“Excuse me,” he called while still a decent ways off. He knew he could come off as a more imposing figure to most given his size, the scuffed up look that came with living on the go, and the whole metal arm thing, but he did his best to minimize that where he could--here, he offered a wave in the other’s direction. “I’m looking for a... Uh, Hunk, I think it was?”
