Charmaylarg Dufrain
🎖️ Game Master
- RP Date
- YE-44
- RP Location
- Freehold Factory - Millionbell
The factory on millionbell was a hive of activity as the ancient spacer assembly lines groaned and creaked to life to life. It was the eve the awakening of a perceived giant, and every able-bodied member of the corporation that could be spared had been pulled for the task.
The factory floor was a cacophony of sound and motion as workers rushed to and fro, welding, bolting, and painting the massive machines as thousands of Fairies fluttered about like fireflies trailing arcs of volumetric glitter as they circled the machines to come and in some cases entered their systems to take a closer look inside.
At the head of the assembly line stood a grizzled old mechanic, overseeing the work with a critical eye. He was not the first foreman, nor would he be the last. But boss-Keiji had pulled him for this one while the Mad Mutant and Phage were busy on a karaoke marathon stream that played through the speakers as Shasta herself tried to get the off-pitch Phage to sing a very advanced 'Boys of Hanya' and were not to be bothered. There was a sense of urgency in the air, a feeling that every machine they managed to produce could make all the difference in the coming conflict to fully seize freehold for themselves and for the mutant herself though they loved her so.
As the first of the finished machines rolled off the assembly line, the mechanic couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. These machines were the result of years of hard work and ingenuity by the standards of so many of them being unqualified and unskilled as they were, and he knew that they would serve their pilots well in the heat of battle.
Such pilots and soldiers, the Terror Wolves, lingered about. Dark tan trench coats and rebreather masks doing little to hide the excited posture of their destined campaigns and the glory they would bring to their benefactor.
But as the night wore on and the factory continued to hum with activity, the mechanic couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. The sector was alwaysfull of brutal conflict, and it would take all their efforts to put a crown on the innocent heads of Archeletta and Phage without them ever needing to bloody their own hands.
So he redoubled his efforts, barking orders and rallying his team as they worked tirelessly to produce as many machines as possible even as one mechanic did not return, the congregation of fairies on a paticular line all the evidence he needed that the boy had likely been taken under the belt; Such was life on freehold, death and excitement came hand in hand in their corporation.
For days, the assembly lines continued to churn out the massive machines, each one a testament to the trial and error of the R&D team at riccnci to hammer out the most important bugs. Thorium donated for melting by a famous yamatain admiral, salvage from the genocide in orbit, seizure from the unwanted trespassers on the planet, retrofitted scrap from the datavaults; All came together to fit like pieces to several different puzzles hammered together with a mallet and glue!
And in the end, that was all anyone could ask for.
Battlemechs small and large from light Dynamiteons to Pathfinders, Fireants, Flyswatters, Skirmishers, AstolfoNegas, Crab Rangoons, Lancers, Caspers, the parts of these machines rolled on and were collected by fairy-controlled cranes to be assembled even as someone screamed out after a large metal crash; Another leg replacement for the docs. And in time would conquer the squatters from freehold and secure the throne of all Mutant kind for its true ruler.
The Mad Mutant would take the stars someday, and these instruments would be but the first arrow in her quiver.
But first it was break time and the kuz had some new paint thinner they called 'hooch' to try. The fairies could keep the lines running for a few minutes unsupervised at least... Right?
The factory floor was a cacophony of sound and motion as workers rushed to and fro, welding, bolting, and painting the massive machines as thousands of Fairies fluttered about like fireflies trailing arcs of volumetric glitter as they circled the machines to come and in some cases entered their systems to take a closer look inside.
At the head of the assembly line stood a grizzled old mechanic, overseeing the work with a critical eye. He was not the first foreman, nor would he be the last. But boss-Keiji had pulled him for this one while the Mad Mutant and Phage were busy on a karaoke marathon stream that played through the speakers as Shasta herself tried to get the off-pitch Phage to sing a very advanced 'Boys of Hanya' and were not to be bothered. There was a sense of urgency in the air, a feeling that every machine they managed to produce could make all the difference in the coming conflict to fully seize freehold for themselves and for the mutant herself though they loved her so.
As the first of the finished machines rolled off the assembly line, the mechanic couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. These machines were the result of years of hard work and ingenuity by the standards of so many of them being unqualified and unskilled as they were, and he knew that they would serve their pilots well in the heat of battle.
Such pilots and soldiers, the Terror Wolves, lingered about. Dark tan trench coats and rebreather masks doing little to hide the excited posture of their destined campaigns and the glory they would bring to their benefactor.
But as the night wore on and the factory continued to hum with activity, the mechanic couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. The sector was alwaysfull of brutal conflict, and it would take all their efforts to put a crown on the innocent heads of Archeletta and Phage without them ever needing to bloody their own hands.
So he redoubled his efforts, barking orders and rallying his team as they worked tirelessly to produce as many machines as possible even as one mechanic did not return, the congregation of fairies on a paticular line all the evidence he needed that the boy had likely been taken under the belt; Such was life on freehold, death and excitement came hand in hand in their corporation.
For days, the assembly lines continued to churn out the massive machines, each one a testament to the trial and error of the R&D team at riccnci to hammer out the most important bugs. Thorium donated for melting by a famous yamatain admiral, salvage from the genocide in orbit, seizure from the unwanted trespassers on the planet, retrofitted scrap from the datavaults; All came together to fit like pieces to several different puzzles hammered together with a mallet and glue!
And in the end, that was all anyone could ask for.
Battlemechs small and large from light Dynamiteons to Pathfinders, Fireants, Flyswatters, Skirmishers, AstolfoNegas, Crab Rangoons, Lancers, Caspers, the parts of these machines rolled on and were collected by fairy-controlled cranes to be assembled even as someone screamed out after a large metal crash; Another leg replacement for the docs. And in time would conquer the squatters from freehold and secure the throne of all Mutant kind for its true ruler.
The Mad Mutant would take the stars someday, and these instruments would be but the first arrow in her quiver.
But first it was break time and the kuz had some new paint thinner they called 'hooch' to try. The fairies could keep the lines running for a few minutes unsupervised at least... Right?
