Devon had used his Friday night to do homework and then a little reading to relax before falling asleep in bed, book across his chest. He awoke to a fair sky and set off for a job before heading to Sanctuary. He had some work he could do there while he handled a few items but mostly he was looking forward to a little interpersonal interaction. At least a couple people had asked to start having some private discussions with him, mostly about their place in the world. Devon knew that feeling.

As he walked through those golden doors, Lisa Wilson looked up with a barely present smile, "Good morning, Mr. Hadden."

"Good morning, Ms. Wilsdon," Devon replied with a wide smile though there was some sarcasm in the salutation. She wouldn't get over the formal names. "How are ya?"

"I'm well, thank you," she nodded. "I wished to inform you that there is a volunteer present whom you have not yet met. He is located in the vehicle bay, sub garage. He is putting together some things, robotic in nature, that you may wish to discuss."

"Ah," Devon said, stopping in his tracks and nodding knowingly. The vehicle bay was but one aspect of Sanctuary he'd learned of recently through Ghost's intervention. There was a lot Sanctuary had to offer these kids and homeless and mutant volunteers than he'd realized. "Robotic? Yeah that sounds interesting..." And possibly dangerous. No need to start a META bot versus bot war outside but he'd judge what was going on after he talked to the volunteer. Always nice to see others volunteering. "Thank you, Ms. Wilson."

"You're welcome, of course."

And down Devon went first to the garage and then to the sub level vehicle bay. He'd heard various volunteers made use of certain spaces, though Lisa had sequestered some areas due to what she called 'changes in personnel.' Devon assumed that meant how the order of things had changed around here...

The machine shop was certainly looking better. What with Cheeky and now his two younger brothers vigorously scouring the grease and muck caked and stained floor within an inch of its life, most of the machine shop, about a quarter of the garage looked respectable. You could actually see the floor instead of slip-sliding your way onto your backside with every step. Not to say that the work was anywhere near finished. There was still much to be done. Richard had only managed to get the vertical Mill working, it was supposed to be a fancy CNC Mill, but for now just the mill part was working, no CNC. He was also particularly proud as he had just coaxed the lathe to life. it was a spluttering, coughing filled life, but life none the less.

Richard stood surveying his handiwork. One working computer in the corner, 1 working welder, 1 manual (for now) verticle mill, one (barely working) lathe, 1 partially disassembled school bus (not sure how that got there), a pickup that needed some love and other vage shadow-y shapes in the corner that Richard had not reached yet. It was time for some sunlight. Richard hit the button for the garrage door opener. He regreted that discision almost immediately. A horrendous, nails on chalkboard (though thousand times worse), teeth-on-edge, groan-squeek-wailing filled the air as the garrage door tortured its way open. If anyone opened the door to the garrage at this point they would probably be so overcome that they would slip abnd fall. Which would be a mistake as all three industrial cleaning roombas were fitted with tasers, Cheeky's brothers were equiped with the short rangfe kind, but Cheeky, was armed with two taser guns, that were perched on it a little like SAM towers. Richard wasw tired of his cleaning bots getting kicked about when they went to charge, so he had installed... deterents. Charge to quickly at them and.. well.. it would not be pleasent. Of course nobody is perfect so Richard had never perogramed for the contigancy that someone would slip towards his robots

Devon didn't come in through the garage doors. Having already been in the building, he came in through a side door cautiously. He'd heard the tremendous racket that had suddenly echoed within the garage and was more than a little worried at what was going on within. Whatever was going on within sure sounded terrible. Darkness gathered over his eyes as clouds gathered overhead.

Inside the garage was massive and its sublevels had plenty of space for special vehicles; Devon had access to those now. That didn't surprise him now. Seeing the giant roomba and his two smaller brothers was surprising though. The appearance of guns on the larger one's shoulders was a real worry. Devon had no idea they were simply tasers and he had no idea the shorter, dirty young man wasn't in trouble when he rushed forward.

Unfortunately Cheeky did not interpret the quickly dashing form of Devon to be the valorous attempt that it was. As a gust rose around Devon, the taser fire rocketed out of one blaster with a ear grating crackle. It hit young Tempest at the arm as he spun to duck, feeling the paralytic sting move up his arm. But he was no mere human. He'd felt a greater sting before and over the years had grown in his resistance.

That didn't mean it didn't still suck. "Damn it," Tempest swore and flung an arm, sending a rushing gust some 160 km/h strong at the robotic janitor. He could have caused stronger but if these were the automatons that Lisa had mentioned he didn't want to obliterate them just yet. They cleared weren't METAbots.

"Are you okay? Are these yours?" he yelled, turning the solid pools of darkness that were his eyes on Richard.

As the garage doors finished torturing the air around them, Richard looked around apologetically as if to say "Opps!" and hoped to high heaven that nobody had noticed. No such luck apparently, as a tall Caucasian male with blue eyes charged across the room to rescue him?

Before Richard could order the cleaning bots to stand down, Cheeky lashed out a finger of blue lightening at the male. Correction, mutant, possibly wind related powers? Richard knew the weight of Cheeky, and as the emotional side of him wondered if Cheeky would survive, the scientist in him was judging Cheeky's velocity and estimating the force of the wind.

When the cacophony finally died down. Richard hurried over to apologize. As he made his way there Cheeky warbled. Apparently it was undamaged. He turned to Cheeky and the trio, "Stand Down, Reset, Resume." At that command the bots dispersed and went back to studiously trying to clean, accompanied by warbles.

"Sorry about that, are you injured?" Richard said apologetically, he really should modify the defense protocols as there were more and more people turning up all the time and they seemed to harbor less ill will towards his cleaning robots. "They are mine, they, um are helping me clean, they also serve as sentries if necessary." Said Richard as Cheeky backed itself into a slot and drove forward with a cleaning attachment.

"I am Richard by the way." Richard held out a rather grimy hand, examined it and promptly settled for a sort of wave. "I have been trying to get this place running again, I mean the machine shop and garage. But it is a bigger project than I thought."

The new source of natural illumination almost served to accentuate his words. They revealed the source of the muck covering a large portion of the garage floor. In the corner there was, were some drums of grease and engine lubricant that had started leaking sometime ago. The grease and lubricant had joined forces and promptly spend the remainder of their fludic life on a Genghis Kan conquest to take over the floor.

Richard surveyed this and sighed.

Devon made a mental note that 100 mph was enough to knock the 'bots off balance but not enough to toss them. It had been a focused gust but it was still enough to toss debris out in a cone around the garage. Outside, a young tree would have been tossed with ease and an older one would learn to bend.

Luckily the dirty young man was also the mechanic and immediately gave the robot some commands and it stood down. Devon did as well, relaxing his arms as his eyes flowed back from pitiless black to blue. "No, no, I'm fine," he urged. It stung briefly but was passing. Tasers were nothing compared to lightning unless the connection continued. "Yeah I heard someone was making robots and then with the ruckus, I was afraid you were getting attacked."

Devon sighed as well, taking the dirty hand. "Hi Richard, I'm Devon," he said, shaking the hand firmly. He didn't worry of the grime. "...I'm glad you're at least taking care to clean this place. We can't have robots tasering people here though. I mean with all the kids and everything?" He frowned, brow narrowing. "I'm all for cleaning and sentries, but what if one of them had rushed in here to help you?"

The kid would be injured or worse, that's what.

"Maybe we can come up with a plan together? I'm sort of working for Sanctuary now."

“I am glad you are unharmed.” Said Richard to the younger man.

“As for the sentry protocol, that is my mistake I only activate it if I am spending the night in the machine shop. I usually deactivate it by morning. Must have slipped my mind this time.” Said Richard, making a mental note to insert a line of code that turned on the sentry protocol when it detected that Richard was asleep and more importantly to turn it OFF again when Richard was awake. As his mind started spooling up as it did when he was inventing/ creating, his mental processing speed and speed of speech also increased until it rivaled that of Professor Mordin Solus from the popular computer game Mass Effect. “I will program it so it only activates if I spend the night here. Will also dial down the power settings to mild shock as opposed to potential full body paralysis. Too many times my designs have been used as toys and kicked around. External shell sturdy and contains over engineered shock and vibration damping systems, internal components less so, more susceptible to contaminants damage. Will respect children and their health but unless Sanctuary wants to foot bill for components must also safeguard longevity of robots.”

Richard turned to Tempest without taking a breath and continued “Devon, Devon…. Ah yes heard of you, also known as Tempest yes? Help get new mutants settled in. Work with Lisa yes? After Syn disappeared Sanctuary leadership/ ownership unclear, but Lisa holds the line. Good woman. You work at? For Sanctuary? Counselor? Greeter?”

Richard paused for a second. “Detected weariness in tone when mentioned robots, can assure you that I do not design weapon systems." Richard slashed his hand diagonally for emphasis. "Mutant powers and nature non-violent. Mainly used to fix and repair, but where necessary can also be used to turn off and diffuse, focused on technological systems, electrical and mechanical. Your powers are weather based yes? Just wind or more?”

Richard turned and waited for the young man to respond.

"Don't worry about it," Devon responded in response to the admitted mistake. "I can understand why you'd have it-" But as Devon spoke he quieted for Richard's mind and tongue were clearly at work. Stream of consciousness would have been an understatement.

He wondered how often Richard stayed here. The mild shock to students sounded okay if surprising. The robots were knocked around as toys? Well that was no good; they were useful provided they wouldn't be shocking or killing anyone. Vibration dampening systems meant they could take a hit so either the gust would have to be stronger or he'd have to blast one if it went crazy. He seriously, well, he wasn't sure how much Sanctuary could actually pay. Probably not enough to cover wahtever it cost for these.

Devon nodded when the man used his nickname. He nodded as well about Lisa. The nodding continued about Sanctuary, counseling, greeting. After a few more moments the man paused his lines of thought. Devon was grinning, chuckling even.

"Efficient thought process you got there," he said. "Yeah I'm working for Sanctuary and doing a bit of everything. Glad we've got another volunteer with some serious skill. Keeping things clean and having some sentries in the form of these robots would be great, even if it's just to report strange activity if you can hook that up to send out text messages or something," he shrugged.

"But yeah, full weather based powers. I try to go with a measured gust of wind depending on what I view as the strength of my target. Your robot resisted what would send a person flying after all," Devon nodded slowly. "Your technical abilities sound quite applicable, maybe you can help tune things up around her? I'm not the greatest electrician but I got all the lights working in the foyer." He smiled faintly.

"I don't know that Syn person by the way... Lisa and I would like Sanctuary to just be Sanctuary, okay?" he asked with a quirked brow. "Or were you affiliated with the group that used to be here?" Devon purposely avoided using the name he knew for them to see who did know.