(Wrote at work on cell phone. Please forgive spelling mistakes lol.)
The clocks on the walls ticked in unison, mixing with the gentle hum of machinery that purred softly in the dimly illuminated workshop. Â Askier sat hunched over one of his desks, a small mound of tools and papers surrounding him as his golden eyes looked on as his right hand continued to make modifications to the left arm, which currently was half taken apart, with wires and plates and screws all played out.Â
The engineer had not slept much as of late, and during one of his tired stupors he had realized a brilliant idea. The dark bags under his eyes were deep as he removed the six chamber cylinder from the gun blade Kahn'a had given him and mounted it into the firing slot he was building into the forearm of his mechanical limb.Â
The miqo'te examined the the limb and then looked at the metal fingers hand and made three of the fingers form a strange sequence of motions. The cylender spun and the hammer clicked down on the empty chamber. The Garlean repeated this ten more times and then smiled as he went about mounting the barrel and attaching additional wires to the arm. Askier might not have full control over the mechanical arm or be able to feel with it, but he was going to be sure he was always armed with it. He was never going to be caught off guard again, not like the time he had lost his arm.
A sudden murmering caused the engineer to lift his head as his ears flicked. He couldn't see the bed nor the woman asleep upon it, but he knew she was there. Askier stared at the place she slept through the half wall and sighed.Â
She was the reason he couldn't sleep. For the past few days all he could do was think about her and what she meant to him now and how he was going to explain things he had to tell her eventually. It had been five years and then suddenly she was back in his life. The Garlean was tired of his past coming back into his life. Â But this time he was also glad his past had come back into his life.
Askier yawned and turned back to his hand. Machines and bombs were simple, relationships were complicated and at that moment Askier just wanted simplicity as he focused back on his arm modifications. Â He could worry about love and relationships in the morning.
The clocks on the walls ticked in unison, mixing with the gentle hum of machinery that purred softly in the dimly illuminated workshop. Â Askier sat hunched over one of his desks, a small mound of tools and papers surrounding him as his golden eyes looked on as his right hand continued to make modifications to the left arm, which currently was half taken apart, with wires and plates and screws all played out.Â
The engineer had not slept much as of late, and during one of his tired stupors he had realized a brilliant idea. The dark bags under his eyes were deep as he removed the six chamber cylinder from the gun blade Kahn'a had given him and mounted it into the firing slot he was building into the forearm of his mechanical limb.Â
The miqo'te examined the the limb and then looked at the metal fingers hand and made three of the fingers form a strange sequence of motions. The cylender spun and the hammer clicked down on the empty chamber. The Garlean repeated this ten more times and then smiled as he went about mounting the barrel and attaching additional wires to the arm. Askier might not have full control over the mechanical arm or be able to feel with it, but he was going to be sure he was always armed with it. He was never going to be caught off guard again, not like the time he had lost his arm.
A sudden murmering caused the engineer to lift his head as his ears flicked. He couldn't see the bed nor the woman asleep upon it, but he knew she was there. Askier stared at the place she slept through the half wall and sighed.Â
She was the reason he couldn't sleep. For the past few days all he could do was think about her and what she meant to him now and how he was going to explain things he had to tell her eventually. It had been five years and then suddenly she was back in his life. The Garlean was tired of his past coming back into his life. Â But this time he was also glad his past had come back into his life.
Askier yawned and turned back to his hand. Machines and bombs were simple, relationships were complicated and at that moment Askier just wanted simplicity as he focused back on his arm modifications. Â He could worry about love and relationships in the morning.
