Sep. 21st, 2011


Sep. 21st, 2011 09:55 pm
I was hanging around in Versailles, around 1700 or so, when the call came over the XBand. Somebody's warp engine had malfunctioned and their T had dropped to zero. They were up in 1911 and Paris. I recently had my own engine upgraded, and the wrecker gets pretty good T and S both, so I felt I had a decent chance to score the tow. I excused myself from the Sun King's court, ran to the stables, jumped in the wrecker (it was masked as a hay-wain) and motored for the pre-war Left Bank.

I almost overheated the stabilizers trying to get there first. Chulo likes to hang out around 1899, but he's usually parked in London and that's a pretty long haul. Olive is usually in Paris proper, but I had seen her last around 1500 and I figured she was ouut of the race. As I drove I programmed my clothes to morph from Baroque Court Raiment to Industrial European Tweeds, set the wrecker to mask as a Model 'T' Ford, and slammed back into normal space.

The poor bastard had completely lost power, which meant his time machine had lost the ability to mask. It was sitting there on the sidewalk, with the Seine and Notre Dame in the background, a ragged cylinder of dull steel, with a crowd gathering around it. It looked significantly out of place.

I got out of my 'car' with a nondescript toolbox that is time-appropriate across ten centuries, and I approached the throng of curious Parisians. I didn't see any other wreckers. Good, I scored an uncontested tow for once! I easily picked out the driver; he was dressed correctly at least, in an artist's smock over a thick pea-coat, but he was nervous and mopped his brow with a handkerchief as he tried to deflect the onlookers' questions.

"Tow, monsieur?" I asked. The man's face dissolved into a puddle of raw relief.

"Thank God you're here," he exclaimed.

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