Tharok bent low round the side of the engine, a hand gripping the safety rail attached to the walls of the room. He leaned over the hole in the plated floor, from which he could see a thin beam of light shining passively down onto a pair of feet.
“Techy?” he asked, his voice echoing around the room. The beam of light shifted, and a head emerged from the hole. Seconds later, a pair of shoulders emerged, and the harsh features of the youth appeared from beneath the engines complex coil of wire and parts. His face was thin and long, like a horse’s muzzle, his complexion flushed with sweat. His dark hair was brutally short, sticking out of his head like clawed spikes, and his left eye was dark. The other was gone, replaced by a constantly rotating, mechanical, green orb attached to his head by a complex set of components, some of which protruded from out of the scarred skin of his face, reminiscent of burns.
“What’s up, Thar