[Narrative] - Recycling is fun, too!
Today
The Crash Site, Somewhere within the borders of the Wulfenbach Empire.
Bella, after her trip to the Sanctuary, regarded the dirigible wreck thoughtfully from a cargo container she was using as a seat.
Her mind, however, was deeply seated in that Madness. That Madness that drove her to CREATE, INVENT, MAKE.
...
"I KNOW WHAT TO DO!" She jumped off of the cargo container, grabbing her bag of tools and running up to the side of the ship. She aimed her mechanical arm upwards. A clack, hiss, BANG! followed, then the rattling of the chain, and clacking of the chain snatching Bella upwards towards the ship's massive port-side engine.
She whipped the wrench off of her belt and spun it in her hand. Bella's done this so long, she knows which one is which by feeling its weight alone, and by sight and judging.
Bella then attacked the bolts holding the metal cover plates, occasionally swinging further to one side on her mechanical arm's chain to get to the rest.
A loud BANG of the metal plate hitting the ground scared off a pack of mimmoths that were hiding in the crate.
A good thing they ran away, too. More metallic bangs followed as chunks of the engine started to rain down from the sky. Including the propeller. Which managed to lodge itself in the dirt.
CLANG. BOOM. And with that. Bella let herself drop, chainlink extending to allow this. She snatched hard, and yanked her hand free of the place it had locked. She waited on it to fall, taking several steps to the right to observe what all she had.
"HMMMM."
The hand thumped down into the grass next to her. It quickly retracted back into place with a CLACK, HISS.
"NEED MORE PARTS--!!" Blink, RIGHT, "THE CARGO HOLD!" And the landing deck! They have what she needs. She ran inside the ship, knowing the paths to take, now. She shoved what she needed onto the cargo dolly, and hauled it outside, shoving it next to the rest of the parts. And back inside.
The Landing Deck wasn't all that impressive. The airship was a smaller one compared to most, a faster supply ship, more or less. As such, the landing deck had the evacuation gig (which was missing, as she said before in the Sanctuary, she believed the crew to have gotten off the ship).
But it did have what she needed.
Such as wheels. Spare parts. All of which were loaded onto another cart and hauled to the bridge, as a realization occurred to her.
The console had no idea what hit it. Bella attacked it with her tools like a woman possessed. "YES. IT HAS EVERYTHING I NEED!" Not even the shell of it remained. Everything has its use. Levers, gears, pulleys, tubing, mechanics, dials, engine parts.
All of it, too, was hauled outside.
"NOW, THE REAL WORK BEGINS."
And this, people, why it's good for a Spark to have her tools with her.
Because, indeed. The real work begins.
((next part coming tomorrow))
The Crash Site, Somewhere within the borders of the Wulfenbach Empire.
Bella, after her trip to the Sanctuary, regarded the dirigible wreck thoughtfully from a cargo container she was using as a seat.
Her mind, however, was deeply seated in that Madness. That Madness that drove her to CREATE, INVENT, MAKE.
...
"I KNOW WHAT TO DO!" She jumped off of the cargo container, grabbing her bag of tools and running up to the side of the ship. She aimed her mechanical arm upwards. A clack, hiss, BANG! followed, then the rattling of the chain, and clacking of the chain snatching Bella upwards towards the ship's massive port-side engine.
She whipped the wrench off of her belt and spun it in her hand. Bella's done this so long, she knows which one is which by feeling its weight alone, and by sight and judging.
Bella then attacked the bolts holding the metal cover plates, occasionally swinging further to one side on her mechanical arm's chain to get to the rest.
A loud BANG of the metal plate hitting the ground scared off a pack of mimmoths that were hiding in the crate.
A good thing they ran away, too. More metallic bangs followed as chunks of the engine started to rain down from the sky. Including the propeller. Which managed to lodge itself in the dirt.
CLANG. BOOM. And with that. Bella let herself drop, chainlink extending to allow this. She snatched hard, and yanked her hand free of the place it had locked. She waited on it to fall, taking several steps to the right to observe what all she had.
"HMMMM."
The hand thumped down into the grass next to her. It quickly retracted back into place with a CLACK, HISS.
"NEED MORE PARTS--!!" Blink, RIGHT, "THE CARGO HOLD!" And the landing deck! They have what she needs. She ran inside the ship, knowing the paths to take, now. She shoved what she needed onto the cargo dolly, and hauled it outside, shoving it next to the rest of the parts. And back inside.
The Landing Deck wasn't all that impressive. The airship was a smaller one compared to most, a faster supply ship, more or less. As such, the landing deck had the evacuation gig (which was missing, as she said before in the Sanctuary, she believed the crew to have gotten off the ship).
But it did have what she needed.
Such as wheels. Spare parts. All of which were loaded onto another cart and hauled to the bridge, as a realization occurred to her.
The console had no idea what hit it. Bella attacked it with her tools like a woman possessed. "YES. IT HAS EVERYTHING I NEED!" Not even the shell of it remained. Everything has its use. Levers, gears, pulleys, tubing, mechanics, dials, engine parts.
All of it, too, was hauled outside.
"NOW, THE REAL WORK BEGINS."
And this, people, why it's good for a Spark to have her tools with her.
Because, indeed. The real work begins.
((next part coming tomorrow))