[ Luckily, Reno frequented Nogard and knew his way around, so finding his way there was of little consequence to the redhead when the locals could point him to the storefront.
Hopefully the workshop and storefront were the same thing! If not, he had more walking to do with a little bundled folder tucked under an arm. Should it be the right place and he's greeted by one scruffy old man, Reno would hold up the folder and wave it slowly. ]
I hope you're ready to get your socks knocked off.
[Fortunately for Reno, they are indeed the same so he only has one place to go. The door will be open for him to come through without issue (Cid's at least fixed the "automatic" door issue so it opens the moment Reno steps on the pressure plate right in front), and Cid will look up from his desk near the back.]
Ready as I will ever be. Let's see what marvels you have.
[ He looked up at the frame as the doors slid open, pouting his lips with a look that was both impressed and appreciative for so small a thing(which, in the context of this world, was not small at all). It was a small creature comfort for him, someone so used to the sterile automation of ShinRa Headquarters.
But Cid's voice carried, and Reno followed it easily. He was quick to set up, mindful not to disrupt whatever was going on atop Cid's desk prior with the splay of a large schematic, and smaller packets of accompanying notes.
Reno wasn't one to half-ass anything, and while his memory was sharp and his hands knew the parts, there were blanks and more vaguely drawn parts, showing where his limitations were in understanding and memory. He couldn't be wholly blamed, not with something this intricate, but it wouldn't make anything any easier. ]
This model's specifically for helicopters. We have others, but planes ain't my thing.
[ He reached, opening one of the little packets of paper to flip through. On the papers were more crude drawings of his preferred helicopter model--the photos in his phone were used as reference, no doubt. But it was slid away for the moment. ]
This is designed to keep hot air moving where it needs to go to turn the turbines here--and all of this is cause it's gotta turn the gearshaft sideways to make the propellers rotate, compared to piston motors that use an up-down motion.
[ He pointed. ]
Hot air goes in here from the combustion chamber. This shit gets hot enough to warp the rest of these parts that gotta fit together exactly, and there's blades that move independently in the turbines, so there's this empty air chamber here for insulation. Hot air moves the turbines, there's counter turbines for stability to keep the engine from ripping itself apart..
And it aaaall moves down the compressor to... here. Where you get the gearshaft that changes the axis, and gives you rotation for these. The rotors.
[ Which! As he said, he went back to the drawings of a helicopter, and pointed to the blades up top, and on the tail. ]
I'm more used to diagnosing and repairing the parts, so it's more muscle memory than technical memory, but lucky I'm part of the intel department back home, so my memory's a little better than most.
[As Cid looks over the plans and listens to Reno's explanations, his eyes widen in awe at it all. There were some things he's heard about from others before, but this is his first time seeing such schematics.]
Have you met Enterprise? She's actually a warship, believe it or not, and she also has some extensive knowledge about airplanes and such.
But what's the advantage of the helicopter over a larger airplane or airship?
[ Reno missed a beat when Cid came out of left field with a metal fucking chair. He just blinked at Cid for a second before his brows knit with...very visible confusion. ]
Enterprise...name rings a bell. What's her face? Pretty sure I'd know if I've seen a whole-ass warship on legs.
But...yeah, leave her name and I'll do the legwork of seeing if she can help fill in all my blanks on here for ya.
[ How the fuck is he supposed to address that? Then again. People with bird wings, jellyfish ghost-worlds, and pink spider demons. So. Might as fucking well. The following question seemed to snap him out of it, and with a quick blink and shake of his head, he continued.
In fact, he hopped up to sit on the desk as he pulled out his phone, leaning so Cid could watch the screen with him. ]
Take a look, yo. Maneuverability.
[ He pulled up a brief video of a test flight on his phone. There was some heavy artillery plugged in underneath the cockpit of the helicopter, but it was useful none the less. As it hovered a few meters off of the ground, it swayed side to side, ascended, descended, wheeled around. It touched down and lifted off again, ascending more than a few stories into the air as quickly as it could manage with the weight and a little wobbling that was quickly brought under control. ]
Great for recon, search and rescue, transport--you name it.
You take a plane when you need speed and have runways for take-off and landing, airships for long-haul..moving freight, troops..the like. Helicopters are your quick and dirty.
[ Once the video was done, he'd hop off the desk, but if Cid made any indication that he wanted to watch the video again, Reno would linger and let him. ]
There's nothing like the open skies in one of those when you know how to push her right.
[ A satisfied hum. ]
I've left a few soldiers with brown pants. They learned how to behave in my birds.
[And with that settled away, he'll lean in to watch the video, brows raised. Now, he's seen the remnants of what were once airships of his world and he knew how large those were. He's seen some of the planes that Enterprise had been able to conjure with her own abilities. So he has something of a frame of reference, especially if he likened the difference between ships that served similar purposes.
Warships, cargo ships, passenger ships, smaller boats... Similar, just in the air.
So with that basic understanding he nods before chuckling.]
[ If he had any sense of shame, he might be a little embarrassed about being so delighted to chatter about one of his hobbies back home, but he did not. So he was not embarrassed in the slightest. But! He did give Cid his personal space back, and hopped back off of his workstation after tucking his phone back into his coat. ]
That's what I got paid for, yo.
Besides, it got smiles outta my old boss even if he wouldn't admit it, and that's what really mattered.
[ He shrugged about it with a lopsided grin--one that was maybe a little warmer than it was vulpine. ]
And I remember that stunt you told me about over hotwings when I first got here. Sounds like you knew how to have a good time with your people, too.
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[ Luckily, Reno frequented Nogard and knew his way around, so finding his way there was of little consequence to the redhead when the locals could point him to the storefront.
Hopefully the workshop and storefront were the same thing! If not, he had more walking to do with a little bundled folder tucked under an arm. Should it be the right place and he's greeted by one scruffy old man, Reno would hold up the folder and wave it slowly. ]
I hope you're ready to get your socks knocked off.
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Ready as I will ever be. Let's see what marvels you have.
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But Cid's voice carried, and Reno followed it easily. He was quick to set up, mindful not to disrupt whatever was going on atop Cid's desk prior with the splay of a large schematic, and smaller packets of accompanying notes.
Reno wasn't one to half-ass anything, and while his memory was sharp and his hands knew the parts, there were blanks and more vaguely drawn parts, showing where his limitations were in understanding and memory. He couldn't be wholly blamed, not with something this intricate, but it wouldn't make anything any easier. ]
This model's specifically for helicopters. We have others, but planes ain't my thing.
[ He reached, opening one of the little packets of paper to flip through. On the papers were more crude drawings of his preferred helicopter model--the photos in his phone were used as reference, no doubt. But it was slid away for the moment. ]
This is designed to keep hot air moving where it needs to go to turn the turbines here--and all of this is cause it's gotta turn the gearshaft sideways to make the propellers rotate, compared to piston motors that use an up-down motion.
[ He pointed. ]
Hot air goes in here from the combustion chamber. This shit gets hot enough to warp the rest of these parts that gotta fit together exactly, and there's blades that move independently in the turbines, so there's this empty air chamber here for insulation. Hot air moves the turbines, there's counter turbines for stability to keep the engine from ripping itself apart..
And it aaaall moves down the compressor to... here. Where you get the gearshaft that changes the axis, and gives you rotation for these. The rotors.
[ Which! As he said, he went back to the drawings of a helicopter, and pointed to the blades up top, and on the tail. ]
I'm more used to diagnosing and repairing the parts, so it's more muscle memory than technical memory, but lucky I'm part of the intel department back home, so my memory's a little better than most.
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Have you met Enterprise? She's actually a warship, believe it or not, and she also has some extensive knowledge about airplanes and such.
But what's the advantage of the helicopter over a larger airplane or airship?
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Enterprise...name rings a bell. What's her face? Pretty sure I'd know if I've seen a whole-ass warship on legs.
But...yeah, leave her name and I'll do the legwork of seeing if she can help fill in all my blanks on here for ya.
[ How the fuck is he supposed to address that? Then again. People with bird wings, jellyfish ghost-worlds, and pink spider demons. So. Might as fucking well. The following question seemed to snap him out of it, and with a quick blink and shake of his head, he continued.
In fact, he hopped up to sit on the desk as he pulled out his phone, leaning so Cid could watch the screen with him. ]
Take a look, yo. Maneuverability.
[ He pulled up a brief video of a test flight on his phone. There was some heavy artillery plugged in underneath the cockpit of the helicopter, but it was useful none the less. As it hovered a few meters off of the ground, it swayed side to side, ascended, descended, wheeled around. It touched down and lifted off again, ascending more than a few stories into the air as quickly as it could manage with the weight and a little wobbling that was quickly brought under control. ]
Great for recon, search and rescue, transport--you name it.
You take a plane when you need speed and have runways for take-off and landing, airships for long-haul..moving freight, troops..the like. Helicopters are your quick and dirty.
[ Once the video was done, he'd hop off the desk, but if Cid made any indication that he wanted to watch the video again, Reno would linger and let him. ]
There's nothing like the open skies in one of those when you know how to push her right.
[ A satisfied hum. ]
I've left a few soldiers with brown pants. They learned how to behave in my birds.
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Aye, I can leave you her contact.
[And with that settled away, he'll lean in to watch the video, brows raised. Now, he's seen the remnants of what were once airships of his world and he knew how large those were. He's seen some of the planes that Enterprise had been able to conjure with her own abilities. So he has something of a frame of reference, especially if he likened the difference between ships that served similar purposes.
Warships, cargo ships, passenger ships, smaller boats... Similar, just in the air.
So with that basic understanding he nods before chuckling.]
You really were quite the terror, weren't you?
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That's what I got paid for, yo.
Besides, it got smiles outta my old boss even if he wouldn't admit it, and that's what really mattered.
[ He shrugged about it with a lopsided grin--one that was maybe a little warmer than it was vulpine. ]
And I remember that stunt you told me about over hotwings when I first got here. Sounds like you knew how to have a good time with your people, too.
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Well I had to keep them on their toes somehow. How are they are to grow if they just remain complacent?