Charles
Toy maker's strange visage could be seen parting the crowd with a pep in their step. They march down to the physiotherapy clinic, their stance full of purpose and determination as they reach the door. Signage points to the event starting in just a few short hours, with any luck, Utopia would be inside, and so, with confidence puffing up in their chest, they push the doors to the clinic open, and step inside.
Robert
As the door opened to reveal a open waiting room Toy Maker's eyes were immediately drawn to the armoured hero standing in the centre talking to what could only be assumed to a doctor. Behind her four robitic men stood holding large wooden crates each marked with a large Vanguard emblem. Utopia turned towards the opening door, her mouth shifting to a friendly smile. She quickly turned back to the doctor and said a few words before walking towards Toy Maker.

*"Good morning, I assume you are the new tinker I was told would be meeting me? My name is Utopia, what can I call you?"*

She offered her hand for a shake, the friendly smile on her face never fading. In the background the robots began to walk away, heading through a set of double doors followed close behind by the doctor.
Charles
They took her hand and gave a shut-eyed grin, that excited smile trying, but not quite going ear to ear. The words came out without the lips moving at all `"Toy Maker!"` A slightly accented, androgynous, artificial voice called out from the arm that shook her own. `"I must say, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance!"`

They stood a whole five inches shorter than her, but with every inch he stood with, he did so with pride and confidence. That excited expression calmed into something more ambiently warm and calm. Their blue eyes came clear through the lenses fitted in their domino mask.
Robert
*"Toy Maker? PR will love that name. Anyway it's nice to meet you, shall we get through the formalities and then we know its done and dealt with?"*

Letting go of the tinkers arm Utopia raised it to her face and pulled back an armoured covering revealing a touch screen below. She typed a few things on the device with her finger before continueing to talk.

*"So if I've been informed correctly you specialise in prosthetics right? You might not think it but I believe we actually have quite a lot of overlap to be honest, after all half of what I do is creating mechanical limbs. Yes, I think we'll get along nicely."*

She slid the panel shut and allowed her arms to drop by her side.

*"So you have an example of your work I can look at?"*
Charles
A bright, uncontrollable smile spread across his face when she praised his name, told them their fields overlapped quite a bit. 

`"Thank you so much! I look forward to it, Utopia. Before I show you, There are some things you might not be able to gleam by just a glance at the tech, Namely the technology I devised within the 'skin'. A mess of sensors and other technology within my specially devised silicone work with connections established to the body, through surgery, to provide Exact skin tone, skin texture, and most importantly, Real touch impulses! The models i'm hoping to make for those in need wont have as much potential as what I'm about to show you, but they will at bare minimum contain the tech needed to provide the experience of really gaining back a missing limb! I should also be capable of completely replicating most any body part to a similar degree, but I haven't tested as much yet. Now, without further delay!"` 

Happily, Toy Maker got to work to give her a look at their work. They tapped a prompt that came up on the screen of their communicator and the rectangular section of screen and speaker fell deeper into the arm, and a section of skin slid out from the side to complete the 'normal' arm look, though the fine seems could still be seen.

Then, all the panels of flesh separated a little, making their arm look a little bigger, a blue glow emitting from the larger seams and mechanical whirring sounding from shoulder. A sudden and alarming **BEEEEP** Signaled them. Toymaker would lose all control over the arm at that point, and used his other, real arm to pull it freely from the disengaged connection as his shoulder.

The internal mechanism of the lock was littered with all sorts of tiny ribbon cables and connectors, ports, and metal locking contacts. Toy Maker then guided the panels of skin up and out of the way to show the tech they were working with. A titanium skeletal frame, with inlets and outlets for tiny cables, miniature pneumatics, and mechanical joints. The skeletal frame seemed to allow enough space for that previously seen communicator to sit gently under the skin, not even taking up much space. There was still enough space that, you might be able to fit some kind of net launcher canon that fires by opening the wrist, or a fully functional gun capable of using rubber bullets fired from the fingertips, or god knows what ever else one might think of

There was a look of pride and confidence that washed over Toy Maker as they examined their own arm, the blue glow from the sensors in the under layer of the skin illuminating his starry eyed expression.
Robert
Toy Maker's smile was greeted with a friendly smile from Utopia in return. The hero seemed to give the younger tinker her full attention as he went into detail regarding his creations. Utopia relaxed her entire body. It hadn't been noticeable before but she had been tense, ready to act on a moment's notice as if she had been expecting an attack.

Leaning down closer to the tinker tech arm she watched with curiosity as each part began to shift and move, a blue glow subtly illuminating the shadows on her costume. As Toy Maker disconnected the device from his body Utopia stood straight again to give him space.

*"Well that is interesting. I of course don't need to worry about making it appear as a natural biological arm but even with having done that you've allowed for future upgrades in the existing design. Very forward thinking. Perhaps with some of the applications you've shown here I could make a convincing infil-"*

She cut herself off and let out a chuckle.

*"Sorry, I'm meant to be ensuring your competency and here I am thinking up my own tinker tech. Good news is the fact you managed to do that means you've passed with flying colours. I suppose the next thing we need to discuss is exactly what we are doing to help today. Originally I was going to help them with several mechanical limbs as replacements but I have no shame in admitting my creations cannot compare to yours when it comes to replacing lost body parts. I was wondering if you could create basic limb replacements in advance or would they all have to be bespoke?"*
Charles
Toy Maker carefully reconfigured his arm and refitted the connections with striking dexterity from his left hand. Once back together, the communicator fit it's self back up, flush with the skin. Though, they didn't speak up again right away. Toy Maker had taken note of how Utopia ogled their arm. They made a face, looking down at it, moving their fingers to check that all the connections were made properly, his expression was still tense after he made his checks.

_Infil... Traition'_ He thought to himself. _'She was talking about espionage. Why? Villains had reasons to fight, even rogues. I suppose heros too, in some scenarios.. Not everything can be so brash and upfront. The way the skin works, I have my own reasons for a little trickery... Maybe I shouldn't be so worried.'_

It took him another second to respond, but they made their excuse. `"Apologies, Re-attachment is a whole process, re-establishing connections to nerve endings and impulses."`

His face rose to meet her with bright, confident smile, trying to hide and hint of scrutiny they had for her. `"This design is something I worked on specific to my own anatomy, but I can make more adjustable models. They will require surgery, though. A part of why this technology works the way it does is it's talking straight with the body and mind by using the sensors to replicate signals that would be sent via the nervous system"`
Robert
Utopia watched with clear interest as Toy Maker reattached their arm in front of her. Seemingly enthralled by the mechanics of how the arm attached to the body. As the new cape apologised she smiled and gave a dismissive wave.

"*No need to apologise. I would be more surprised if attaching a non-organic limb to an organic body was simple. Hell, I don't think any tinkering is simp-.*"

She paused mid sentence, her entire body stiffening. In one smooth well trained motion she raised her arm and revealed the device once again. A few quick presses later she lets out a sigh of relief, allowing her arm to fall to her side.

"*Sorry about that, Homeguard is in a fight and needed some back up but that's dealt with now. Where were we? Oh right yeah, your prosthesis. If they are going to require surgery shall we go in and meet the patients. You can examine them and get the information you need to create the devices then we can organise a surgery day another time. Vanguard will supply you with what you need, and in the meantime I'll give our patients one of my prosthesis as a stop gap. How does this sound to you?*"
Charles
`"That would be suitable, I'm more than willing to work with these patients and doctors, as well as Vanguard, to benefit as many lives as possible."`

There was no need to try with that response, it was entirely the truth, and he felt pride swell in himself as he proclaimed it. To Toy Maker, there was nothing more important than improving the lives of others. Perhaps Cronenberg had been right in some fashion, that he could address people quicker and in greater volume by working outside the confines of the law but, working like that? There would be a cost, and he didn't necessarily foot the bill. Sourcing parts was shady, and could even end up in making more clients for his work than ones he helped from getting them, depending on the methods.

There was so much else to consider. At least working with Vanguard, he could be sure that the funds and resources they secured for him were less likely to be gained through roughing up or even killing innocents. Outrages taxes? Maybe, Government funding that could be going to repairs and upkeep of the city? Almost definitely. That was it's own cost, but one he could work with, one that didn't outright harm as many people. One he could petition change for.

What they were truly concerned about? Vanguard's members, they wanted to get to know intimately their morals and the way they operated. Toy Maker hoped to determine if he really could trust Vanguard, and if they determined they couldn't, then using them as a method of jumpstarting their career in a positive light would have to do. 

Toy Maker rocked up to her side, turning to look up to her with a genuine smile, and a indominable look of confidence and inspiration `"Let us get to work, people are counting on us, Utopia."`
Robert
"*Perfect then. Follow me then, I'll take you into the main room where I've set up my equipment. It should be more than suitable for what you need to take your measurements.*"

Utopia turned and began to walk towards the door her robots had gone through earlier. As she got close one of her creations opened the door from the otherside allowing her to step through. It remained in place, holding the door as it motioned for Toy Maker to follow.

Through the doorway a makeshift lab had been set up. It was fairly basic and looked more like a doctors office than an actual tinker's lab, with comfortable chairs, a bed and computer along with several large storage boxes lining one wall. Opposite the storage boxes a large curtain hid the other side of the room.

"*Just say when you're ready for the first patient and I'll go get them. Before we start though is there any last minute questions you have?*"
Charles
There was plenty running through his mind about it all as Toy Maker was lead through the doors. The sight of the clinic was one they were very familiar with, considering their physical condition, Toy Maker had been a frequent patient here in years past. On top of it, this particular room as outfitted now with a miniature lab, that still felt like it was right at home in the clinic. Toy Maker marched up to the equipment, giving it careful examination while dreaming of a lab like this in the future, should they ever go public, the ecstatic look in their eye, and the way their hands splayed over the tech with anticipation... It was clear Toy maker was ready to get to work, now. 

They had barely heard the question when they remembered there was still parts and materials to unpack. They were mid-way through cracking the boxes open when their head shot up and they paused. A second passed and they whipped their head around to face Utopia with a smile.

`"Questions? Why delay. If you would so kindly bring a patient in, I'll be working on putting some more rudimentary components together in the mean time."`

And so it was without hesitation, They began pulling circuitry and wires from the boxes, and heaving it carefully to the workstation of the little lab in the doctor's office. While not already familiar with the tools, discerning their use and purpose was child's play for him, and they'd begun on quickly forming said components before Utopia even had a chance to open the door.
Robert
"*Well then, I won't delay further.*"

A few moments passed before the curtain was pulled back by a metallic hand of one of Unity's creations. Through the opened curtain a man in a wheelchair was rolled in by another mechanical man. Quartermaster stepped forwards and took over moving him in the last couple of metres, the curtain closing behind them.

"*Toy Maker, the patients name is Cameron Davis, 22 year old male, he has had a transfemoral amputation of the left leg.*"

She looked down at Cameron with a smile.

"*Mr Davis, this here is Toy Maker, they're here to help you get a new leg but they need to take some measurements first. Do you consent to this?*"

He nodded.

"*Already signed the forms and everything, let's get it done. I'm tired of watching everyone else doing everything.*"
Charles
Past the fabric of his collar, Toy maker was wearing a bright smile, He had parts assembled, and tools in hand. He, was ready.

...

Measurements were taken, for every patient that came in. Skin tones were matched, preferences were accommodated. With Toy maker's own experience and the help of Utopia and her assets, The process of gathering the needed data and setting them up with temp prosthetics was easy. They were each also given details about what they can expect to see with one of toymaker's prosthetics. Some of them seemed.. Skeptical. Others had the light in their eyes shine just a bit brighter, and that's what he loved to see

The downside of it all was that, this was only part of the process. Utopia and Toymaker would work to set up appropriate surgery appointments, and they chatted to her briefly about getting the materials as soon as possible to cut down on wait time. Another, small part of Toy maker did worry about.. Payment, this was time they weren't spending on work, but they didn't dwell on the idea.

When all was said and done, and the last patient for the day was seen, The little guy stretched, letting out a hollow yawn. The smile on their face was warm and mellow, waving goodbye to the patient, who looked towards him with a little hope in her eyes.

`"Utopia."` Toy Maker's device buzzed. `"Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to do this work, It's all I've ever dreamed of, since I lost my own arm."` He scuttled over to her side and sheepishly wrapped his arms around her for a moment. When they parted from the embrace, they adjusted their domino mask `"I do. Wish there was something more I could do. As it stands, I'm a supped nurse or doctor, if that."` Toy maker walked a little forward, staring towards the door that lead out of the office, eyes half lulled with a huff of air blasting from his nostrils. `"I would love to join, and make that possible. To make more possible. But even if this is all that is to come of this joint operation, I suppose that is all I can ask for."`
Robert
As Toy Maker did their work Utopia seemed to mostly allow them to do their thing. The gentle smile on her face never seeming to fade the entire time. Ocasionally she spoke to a few patients off to the side and a few times she had to step away to take control of her creations across the city. It seemed crime didn't stop just because of a charity event. When all was said and done though she had a content and satisfied look on the visible portion of her face. Then Toy Maker wrapped their arms around her and she jolted in surprise before relaxing and returning the embrace.

"*I'm so happy that you've got such a positive drive. It is so rare, especially in new capes. If only there were more like you...*"

She looked away for a moment, her mind clearly lingering elsewhere.

"*I think we would be very lucky to have you here in Vanguard. I can't offer anything yet, if I were my sister then I could but I'm not. I will fight for you to be in our next recruitment run though. I do have something that might help though. We are going to send you the required supplies for you to build those limbs but I'll send you some more from my personal supply. Use them to build something, push your current limits then contact me again. I should be able to fast track you.*"
Charles
Those bright blue eyes shined a wonderful brilliance when she promised her best to him. They'd love nothing more than to work towards the benefit of humanity in this dire age, and they knew they had no better chance of that without joining Vanguard. Toy maker's hasty nod was the icing on the cake that was their adorable excitement, with the way their head bobbed causing their slicked back hair to come undone.

`"I will not take for granted any support you extend my way, And I vow that my only goal will be helping the people of this planet. Thank you again, Utopia."` The uncontrollable smile on their face was hurting their jaw. Quickly Toy maker exchanged information with Utopia, and made arrangements to return here to build the machinery once the parts arrived.

With that, he gave her a gentle bow and took their leave.
Robert
Utopia gave Toy Maker a friendly wave goodbye as he left the clinic. The two of them having completed a fine day of work between them.

The next day there was a knock at Toy Maker's door. A crate had been left outside marked fragile. Taking the box inside and opening it revealed a mess different components and materials ready to made into a selection of prosthetic limbs. 

What was perhaps more of interest to Toy Maker however was a smaller separate box within that contained a selection of parts clearly salvaged from Utopia's creations. Radio units, motorised servos and armour plating to name a few. Plenty to get started on some projects of his own. Additionally there was what