As a teenager at 16, he felt his life had transformed into becoming a man. Too early for his age, and too early for responsibilities. Despite his age, a must to take down a Tyrant had become his driving force, his passion, and his curse.
His palms tingled upon the thought of processing to become a Mechanic Tier 1 now, wondering how would SARS assessor Mari would react seeing him the second time in just a few weeks.
He heard stories that the perks of being a scrapper and that of a Mechanic had an obvious gap. The latter would make one a Mid-classer from a low-lifer.
Scrapping was his passion for months, although overcoming the stench, the dirt, and the grease, he surpassed them with flying colors. He would miss the smell though, and the site of scrap yards.
"Welcome back, Master," Jasper's voice emerged inside the room.
Lance did not answer and sauntered directly towards the only room that his Aiveez consumed.
