ensign Dasnet
Pulling out three sets of blue prints from some where on his person, Adamantune spread the first one on the workbench that sat opposite of the area from the furnace, setting the other blue prints at the edge of this one. He also placed some tools he knew he would not be using on either side of the parchment, as paper weights. According to some words scribbled on the blue prints it seemed to be slightly advanced ammunition for something called a topical-break load gun. .38 calibre bullets. He let out a low whistle. Other than his own weapon's darts, he never worked with such a large calibre projectile. And the recipe called for thirty six? Materials needed, iron, copper, lead, and... fake gold? Pyrite? Iron pyrite was a difficult material to work with; very brittle, if he recalled correctly.
He grabbed a spare piece of paper and scribbled down the ingredients for the projects he was going to be working on. Lots of iron, aluminum, copper, brass, iron pyrite, lead, even a little bit of the alloy used in his metal skeleton. Adamantune was going to be experimenting, starting with the bullets. He felt if he warmed up on something hard, blue prints as relatively easier as the other two could be done no problem. If there was any problem right then, it was that he felt a little unsure of the plans laid out before him. Thinking about it, maybe he was misunderstanding what exactly was meant by 'fake gold'. He crossed out iron pyrite and wrote fake gold in its stead.
Perhaps it was an alloy of gold that made it worthless. Hopefully the errand boy and the iron monger would figure it out accordingly. Handing the paper off, it was time to wait. Not to wait idly, of course. Adamantune had to prepare the furnace for the introduction of the new materials. They would hopefully arrive as ingots, so that he could immediately make work of them. He poked and prodded the coals within the furnace, making certain of the matter that there was appropriate air flow in the embers. Every so often as he poked around, a large tail of fire flickered around inside the furnace. It looked breath-taking.
After about a half of an hour or so of poking the coals, Adamantune was satisfied with how they looked. Frowning, he observed that the metals were still not there yet. Oh, well, he thought to himself glumly. He could use the time to further prepare for the smithing to come, he decided. Grabbing a flattening hammer, he played with it a little, to feel its weight. He set it on the bench next to the one across which he had laid the blueprints for the bullets. He set a sturdy pair of tongs next to the flattening hammer. The tongs were rated to operate at up to apparently five thousand degrees Celsius, which was great, but one; he did not want to test that theory out, and two; he was going to be working well under that temperature, at most perhaps just south of two thousand degrees Celsius. Depending on the state the ingots that were yet to come, of course.
Given the budget he had, Adamantune would probably be getting lower quality iron, with many impurities, probably eaten half way through by rust. Hopefully not, though. He found the available flux, that is reducing agent which would inhibit oxidation in hot metals when applied appropriately, whose identity Adamantune Dasnet found dubious at best. Sniffing it, he put a finger in the pile and lifting it to his mouth, he licked it clean off. Making a face, a visage of pure disgust, ensign Dasnet attempted to spit to rid his mouth of the taste. It was very bitter to say the least. The powder most likely had insignificant amounts of impurities, so that did not particularly bother him.
He figured he ought to check out the other blueprints in the mean time waiting for the materials to arrive. Spreading the second blue print out on top of the bullet blue prints, he moved the paper weights on top of the second blue prints. These blue prints were made by some one different than the creator of the first set of blue prints. Adamantune Dasnet designed them, this second set of blue prints as well as the third set of blue prints. At any rate, the second blue prints. Said blue prints described a system of piping which was to be designed to be installed into his - Adamantune's - body where then it could be utilized to boost him up to ten metres high. Although, ten metres was a generous calculation. In reality, he expected a maximum height attained of five meters. Did not ever hurt to be hopeful, though. Well, rarely did.
The system of piping was to be made in a similar fashion to how his metallic cybernetics were crafted. Having studied cybernetic enhancements extensively, ensign Adamantune Dasnet felt confident that he could produce a success in the way of this product. Stepping over to the side of the furnace, Adamantune pulled the cable attached to a pulley, which was further connected to the gigantic bellows to blow in fresh air in to the furnace to maintain the heat. He pulled it a few more times until the light from the furnace lit the entire area again. He stabbed the poker at the coals a few more times then returned to poring over the second blue print.
Just then, he turned to see the errand boy returning with a wheelbarrow of metals. Thanking the boy, Adamantune slipped him a slightly creased one thousand beli note as tip. He half felt that he should have tipped more, but he knew for a fact that the errand boy was not supposed to take tips at all. Regardless of any way that would otherwise play out, it was time to get started on the actual forging of the items described by the blue prints before him. He uncovered the first blue print.
Before he got started making bullets, he took a look at the so called fake gold the recipe called for. The closest of the metals in appearance to what Adamantune's big book of metallurgy defined as fake gold definitely resembled said definition for iron pyrite. But, that was whatever, he thought. He would try it out nonetheless.
So, he began by grabbing the bullet mould and attempting to cast some bullet jackets. He kept getting bubbles or otherwise he was not able to have the jackets hollow like in the diagrams. It was frustrating, not being able to get the casting right. After a few hours wasted as well as lots of material getting wasted because even with the flux, oxidation still occurred, so the metal soon became too brittle to work with. Add on top of that that the metal was already very impure (as predicted) and on top of that, the flux was of a lower grade as well, and Adamantune was really happy. However he refused to give up. He decided to change track and opt for a sheet of metal from which he would cut from and make both the jacket and casing from.
Long story short, he learned a few things and finally came out with a finished product. 36 neat little .38 calibre bullets - more or less. It was late into the night, he saw. Yawning, he spread out the blue prints of his second project. The pneumatic jumping system that he had designed. All that he really needed to craft was the tubing, which he did out of alloy of metal that was similar to the metal comprising his cybernetic modifications. It was no steel, but the stuff was sturdy.
Finally, he had to work on the third blue prints, the arm modifications. His right arm already had the Riptide gun hidden within it, but his left arm to now only had empty space. Adamantune envisioned for himself a mechanical enhanced punching system. It used up the rest of the available mystery alloy to make. By the time he was done, it was evening the next day. Exhausted, he went to find the branch surgeon, with his creations and their blue prints in hand. When he found the surgeon, he commanded that the two cybernetic enhancements be installed into his person. He also suggested to the doctor that an engineer should be present, just to be sure.
It was early two days later that Adamantune woke. The surgeon came in to discuss the spur of the moment surgery that had occurred. Blah blah blah, it was successful, all was good in the world, so on so forth. Soon as the surgeon left, Adamantune tested his arm by shooting his fist at the ceiling. He could not risk testing his leg enhancements for fear of hitting a wall or ceiling and having to pay to mend them.
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