The two huge  furnaces   go night  and day, 4 shifts  run, round the  clock to produce plates  for  fighters and  the Hermes herself. Sometimes the  ESN ships will use the plates  as tradegoods on planets and colonies.  The men and women who worked the Foundry were tough and no nonsense, at least half the football team were foundry folks, and they were proud of that.

  However..there  were other   uses  for the foundry.....

  The 4  people walked in, well..three walked, one was pushed-dragged. The Foreman of the  3rd shift saw them Come in and  waved to one of the men working the LAdel on the Number 2 smelter.

  in a few moments, a fork truck brought a white  hot vat of molten steel and  sat it off to the side, away from the workes and out of the way of production.

  Hack Pulled out his  boot Knife  and cut away the clothing  from the wounded man's legs and  his  shirt and tunic.don't  worry about  the Bullet wounds, Manfred. In a few moments, you will remember how good they felt.

  The LC stood there, her arms  at her side, her own bootknife in her hand.

  Roy?  Souza? This will not  be pretty, it is going to be right up there with the Vids of the Demons. If that will bother you? you may stand  down...if not, watch...and learn

  Hack sliped  a mall metal hook through the  Pastic handcuffs then attached the   other ned to the fortrucks  forks, he waved the operator  who lifted  Baron   in the  air, and hand him hovering about  a foot over the  superheated  metal...eve from there, Baron Moaned  as his  toes began to redden. Here's the deal, Manfred. You tell us  about  who you worked with, who might have helped you...and  we put you in the brig...we wait until we get to  Fugi, and you have your day in court...worse thng happens..you get shot, or spaced...

 NO!, He shot  Shadow...he does not deserve...

Hack looked up at the  wriggling man, the heat ws  hurting his toes, sweat was pouring off him..now..the heat is bad, but  did yo ever see flesh when it touches this  stuff? It melts..i understand there is no greater  pain..but..i have only watched it....

 now?  You don't talk to us?  we dip you in...say...1/4 inch...you won't bleed, everything  with be cartarized..but you will hurt like the  9 hells..and we will do that every day..I think the longest  a man lasted  was  3 days...we only got  as far as melting his toes off...damn shame too, never got what we needed...but? we were not  any worse off then before, and we had a damn good time  watch him scream...so for us? nothing to lose.

Roy nodded at Hack's gesture.  "If it's all the same to you, Sir, I've got security details to arrange..."  He snapped a salute and spun an about-face smartly, walking back to the door.  He could hear Hack describing what he had in mind for the prisoner, and he frankly doubted the guy would last long with that kind of shock to his system...but he didn't entertain any thought of protesting.  He had no love for traitors...and even less for those who'd sell out humanity to the Demons, knowing what he did about their enemy.

   Roy?  You might want to see, about "finding " us another  shooter...aye?

  As Roy ( and Souza?) moved to the  iron doors that  keep the foundry shut off from the resty of the ship, they could hear a Long  drawn out  scream.

  if they Looked  around, hey would note  that the workers   kept  Grinding, cutting and hauling...just another day at the foundry.

Anthony followed with the Master Sergeant's salute with his own, "I will take my leave Sir." Anthony said as he lowered his salute and holstered his side arm, following the Master Sergeant back out. He did not find it entertaining nor educational. He did not question his command but he did not take what they were doing very well. "Master Sergeant wait for me" Anthony said as he jogged forward a bit and ended up walking on the sergeant's left flank to follow him out.

Roy slowed his pace long enough for Souza to catch up with him, without stopping.  "Lousy way to die," he commented, as he resumed his normal pace with Souza alongside.  "Can't say that the walking excrement pile hasn't earned it, though.  I'd have made it a lot faster, myself, but I'm not the man in command."  The arrived at the door, and Roy spared one glance back.  It was impossible to tell if the grimace of distaste was because of what he saw, or what he thought of the man it was happening to.  Then he turned away and walked out.

Anthony sighed, "A bullet to the head is all he deserves, not even the time of day to torture him." Anthony said as he followed the Master Sergeant with his hands free, looking away as he looked back with a grimace. He did his job for the team, and he would do it again if necessary.

  Roy's  Comm  clicked on, Sgt  Spencer. There is a fellow, Tall , Brown hair, brown eyes. Works for the rec  dec,janitor  staff..name is Will  Grah.. Take him to his living quarters, ransack it..if there  are  and  Code disc  there, take them to the Brdge and give them to Beth, If....Yu find  any Hammer shells  , or empty casings?  Take him to the hanger dec and space him...Hack out.

Roy nodded, needlessly, as he got the comm message.  "C'mon, Souza...let's go hunting..."  He increased his pace, without breaking into a run.  If Grah had any cohorts hiding somewhere else in the crew, the sight of a couple of armed men running toward the Rec Deck might get notice sent to him and give him a chance to make himself scarce.  But a quick march?  That just meant someone wasn't very patient...not terribly noteworthy on this ship, especially since Roy tended to use that pace anytime he was going somewhere on his own.

---> To Off-Duty 2

"HUA." Anthony said as he followed behind him keeping pace easily, he kept his rifle shouldered to keep from drawing any unneeded attention as he tagged along behind the Master Sergeant. He jogged behind him, not exactly knowing where he was going but he followed none the less.

----> Off Duty 2

 The Commander and The Lc walked towards the Huge  doors. Soem folks  saluted, some  waved. most just worked. The LC stopped  by a trach bin  and  wiped the Blood off her hands  and  Boot knife, then tossed the  rag into the flames. The Commander  was on the Comms and when she was ready, they both ehaded to  the passage  to take the elevator to  His quarters....

-----> From Non Com Quarters

It took a good while for Zob to arrive on scene, he looked at the iron doors in front of him and sighed as he walked on in and looked for someone in charge hoping they had some work for him to do.
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  when the doors opened, it  may ( or  may not ) have brought  'warm' memories  of Hel back to Zob. The Doors  Closed    as soon as he passed the threshold, Huge fans  sucked  air  upwards to  be passed through Filters, then down into the 'gardens'  Below..from there..the Heat rose to the channels , heating the  bottom of the Civie section.

  People working  were short sleeved, or no sleeved. Sweating  and gritty. Two LAdels  were Glowing bright  with Molten metal  to be cast into  the  ESN Plating molds, or into Ingots for trade and storage. Not  far from Zob was an Engineer in a dirty lad  coat  and two others working on a  new Mold, for some project.

  a Burly HUman, man  inch or two taller the Supe, and  maybe  50lbs  heavier  made his way over to Zob, He  pulled his Goggles over the brim of his hard hat,..Hey there..watcha need... we're not  supposed to let folks  hang around  here  without a reason. he Nodded to the CAt walk above them. Two huge  Cranes,  ran on tracks, Just below the  Office. A few  Hermes SEC, could be seen patrolling, or stationed at different points...even they had  short sleeves, and Vests, but not the  normal full uniform.

Zob basked in the heat of the foundry it felt good on his skin he then quickly snapped back to reality when the doors closed behind him, "I was actually looking to put some honest work in... its not like i have anything better to do with my time between going out on mission" he said bluntly, surprisingly the heat here didn't seem to bother him one bit if anything he felt quite comfortable.

  The Man nodded,well?  we can always use a strong  Back when we  swing the Molds into place, and  then, swing them back out to set....don't know what your Payrate is?..But here its  10 ce3dits  an hour for labor?

Zob nodded his head in agreement, "Fair terms as any i suppose, however i have a counter proposal, in exchange for this days pay you help me forge the head piece and base for a large warhammer for use in the field" he said stating his offer.
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   The Foreman  looks around  and says,..Tell you what?..we have   4 plates  to pour..if  we can get that done in the time we are suppsoed to?..I'll givbe  you 5 Credits and Hour, AND..help you with that...not like the other crew folks don't come  down here  for anything.

Zob put out his hand for the foreman to shake, "You got yourself a deal, now where do you want me at?" Zob asked ready to get to work.

  The forman takes his hand  and  points to  an area By the dor with  heat suits  and  hard hats,..Get suited Up  and Come to the Number  2 Ladel . Its about ready to be Poured....Once the  soup tops off, we have to Guide the Mold  over to the  starboard  side of the ship to cool...we have  to do that 4 times....

 He   starts walking towards the  Ladle and whistles  for the Ladle Crew to gety ready for the dump.

Zob hears the instructions and rushes off to get go get suited up, after getting the hard hat and heat suit on he hauls ass over to the number 2 ladle and gets into position to guide the mold, "Good to go here" he says ready to begin his manual labor.

  the Ladles is   like a small sun, even with the  suit, Zob  can fill the heat  as the   Molten metal is   poured into the   Molds...Zob and  5 others  are Holding onto  2 thick Chains  some  20 feet long..three on each.. The foreman is shouting up to the  LAdel Man...after  some  8 minutes the LAdel is tilted Up a bit...Drops of the   stuff hit the floor with  a splash, then turn into  hot  Blobs, that  some workers  scrape up with   Shovels.

  They get the First Plate  hooked on the crane  and  it  slides  forward and to the  side... three men stand  By the   'cooling area' to Secure it, as the Foreman  Yells,GOOD!...NOW THE SECOND ONE!

    the Chains for the first one  are being taken off, while  the   chains for the second  Have been  attached.   The Men shake their  arms  and Legs to get ready for the second  round of  fighting  with a mold full of   molten metal.

Zob grins underneath the heat suit who knew working in a foundry was this much fun, its not long after he shakes off a few stray bits of slag and prepares to get the other 3 done and over with.

  whether it  was Zob's  lack of concern for  working  so near, so much heat...or whether the Humans  didn't want a Demon to show them Up...perhaps...both... The  4th Mold  was settled into place in . near record  Time.

 The Foreman  took Off his Head cover  and Flagged the  Ladel  guy to take it away to be  refilled for the next batch tomorrow

 The  Men gathered around   , some of them Grinning at Zob as the foreman said,..good Job  Guys..get a drink on me at the rec dec...I'll COM that over  as soon as we clock off. Mr. ..Zob? Thanks  , worked out  well...Now?..tell me about your  project?

Zob watched the other people leave then turned to the foreman, "Its a high quality type of sledgehammer sir adapted for combat use it would require the best high-strength, ultra-light, ultra-dense materials we can muster... then to top it off the head of the thing will have a small kinetic energy storage device powered by energy cell to deliver devastating bone crushing force to heavily armored targets such as Demon Tanks... what i need is for you folks to layout the base frame for it so it can be modded with the appropriate tech" Zob said hoping all this didn't go over the poor foreman's head.
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  The  Foreman took of  his  hardhat  and Tucked it Under his arm,..Let's go see the Moldmaster, He can  help you with the Mold. As  far as the power pac and such? You got me. I deal with Steel...the rest you need some egghead  for.

  They went over By the Man in the Lab Coat, the Foremen said, Hey?  Mitch? Mr  Zob here, want's  us  to pour something for him...help him with trhe Mold?

 The  fellow pushed his Glasses up  as he turned to look at the grinning Foreman, and Zob.well?  I see....tell me  how big?...and what you want to pour?

Zob nodded and explained the design, "It will be a 36 inch long sledge hammer with a 25 pound head on it" Zob stated giving out all the proper dimensions.

  The  Lab Coated  Man began to tap things out on his Vid board, the whole  while , Humming  some Opera tune.

   with a Grin The foreman nodded to Zob and the Lab Coated  Man spoke some  Dimensions into the head set he had.

  As he Looked up from the board he asked,..now then..the Metal?..what type of Metal can do you wish?  We  have  some Very good  astroid  Iron , we purchased from a salvage jock in tortuga?..there is Human steel of course, and we have some of that...'cleaner'...iron we brought on board  from Bura? Those?..we can pour  for free...

  You wantv some thing differant...Like Angel Steel, or  some of  that SAnri Bronze? it will cost you some Credits....

Zob wasent gonna cut corners on the quality of this hammer he needed that Angel Steel, "How much for that Angel Steel?, im not cutting on quality with this project" he said simply.

  Mitch shrugged  as he  tapped out numbers on his board,...with the  amount of  ore we need....and the time....the Mold needs to be  cut.....400 credits...that is  of course, with your ESN  discount.

 he Looked at Zob.  The foreman nodded his..Ya, he's ESN... head,

Zob nodded his head and stepped forward to get his wrist chip scanned, "Its a deal charge me the 400" Zob said ready to be scanned.

  Mitch nods, alright then, We shall start to cut the Mold as soon as you give us the Specs....I mean a detail so the   Computer Lazars  can cut the mold...once we porgram the  Lazars, we can begin to melt the smelt the ore...


 He Zob's  wrist,..in your travels? if you find   any Alien Ore we could use, ...see if you can get it sent up...we have  some  of the Privateers looking  for the stuff too.

Zob nods and hands over the design specs to Mitch, "Will do, once you have it finished have it sent up to the tech labs so they can install the final components"

Zob then turns his head back towards the foreman, "Perhaps you could use more assistance tomorrow here assuming there isn't a large scale invasion?"

  Mitch smiles,..If  all goes  well? We should be pouring  her tomorrow. The Metal will take a bit longer then  Human-ore, but  it  pours  cleanly. The Cutting of the Mold  will take the Longest. If  we had to do this  by hand? it  would take  a couple weeks.


 Mitch holds out the Scanner, and  scans Zob's  wrist for the Credits.

 The Foreman nods,..got  some whiney Shuttle pilot down on the hanger dec, cuttingn up our plates, they are sending some back here  for us to  reforge, and we have  to replace them with some 20 shuttle plates. Not  as much  hefting  about  as the  Ship plates? but   hard work, none-the-less. You want in?..You can be on My Crew... shift starts  at 3:00PM  and lasts, untilo we get all 20  poured?

Zob nods, "Unless the sergeant major or the admiral has more important duties for me to preform at that time ill be here tomorrow at 3pm" he states now that his business here was over for the day he would need to take a stop over to the QM's locker and see if he could acquire a better rifle then the one he currently has.

-----> To QM lockers
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Checking his Comm readout, Ajax made his way to the Foundry.

He entered the huge iron doors and stepped into the fierce heat boiling off of the molten metal being poured inside.

Feeling his first sweat drops forming already, he looked around for someone in charge to talk to about his latest weapon design.

  The Foreman who worked with Zob, came over  to Ajax,Seems like  we're  right popular  this week?  What you need  Sailor?

In reply to Ajax (msg # 36):

Ajax looked up at the big man, wondering how many giants were on board the Hermes! Even at 6'2" he was beginning to feel short!

"I've got a tool design for my Mech that I will need a mold made for and poured. Its about 100lbs of steel with a lead core, and maybe a front facing of Angel Steel or Titanium? ...it's a prototype, so just one copy for now, but we may want a few more after Astra."
Ajax was not sure about costs in the Hermes: "This was approved by my Chief Petty Officer, Kira Ambermoon."

  The Forman nodded to Ajax  and waved him to follow   towards the Lab-coated man...Hey? Mitch?  we got another of them Sailors who wants to get a weapon built.

 The Lab-coated  man turned  , he looked frail beside the   bulked up  Foundry man...well....well...Hmmm... If  we  pour the   metal..Iron..I sould think...and make the head solid....part of the handle,,don't ya see... his  thin finger s moved over the drawing,..won't have to woeet about it  breaking off..oh no..not  at all..I mean..if  hit breaks, well..your  weapon is broken anyway..and...

 ..Mitch....

 ..Oh?..Yes..sorry..um..ah..yes..well..we  will pour it  into a sealed  Mold...when we break it open..we can..um...fill up the handle as it were....we'll have to see about the  front end attachment...have to have time for the   thing to cool...won't we..yes...Humm?

 looking  over the top of his  Glasses at  Ajax..he waits for a answer..of  sorts.

In reply to Ajax (msg # 38):

Ajax stared at Mitch for a second, as he was having trouble understanding if the man was following his design: "Would not Iron possibly crack? ...This is a battering ram after all. ?? Although a lead core should help absorb the shock.

...As for the front face, I want something to help soften the wall or door it is to punch through maybe? Is there a powered tech way to do that? ...would a Pulse blast help it break through a steel door?"

  Mitch was thinking about the design,..whatever we  use..could indeed crakc...what ever surface is weaker..will give,,that's the way of things....power? oh..well..you'er talking to the wrong Guy for that..have to take that to the Tech folks..let them wire it up..that's not  my area..no no..its  not..hmmm....Now? Most doors  are made to take a few blasts aren't then now?..yes..wouldn't do to have  a door blow open now....maybe a  Tank gun may blow a door open.. something like this..will Punch through..maybe..depends on thickness...type of steel age..yes yes..age will tell won't it...

Ajax stared at the man a moment more as he wiped a sweat drop before replying:
"...Okay then, so lets just do it the way I designed it then, Steel housing with the Lead core. Make sure the handle fits my Mech's hand?"
Ajax shows Mitch the Mech hand specifications on his Data padd.

"Can you guys grind out a space in the face for a powered device to be set in there later if I go that route? ...Or is that a job for the Tech labs?

...while it is cooling, I think I will go see if the Lab boys have some idea of a device that can make this "Cookie Cutter" more effective."

  Mitch's eyes  never leave the Data  Pad. he moves his galsses up and down a few times and says.....hummmm leand  core, ...steels Housing........we can make the Mold to lead a space in the ehad, for a device...but..well..the Hollow  area we ...indeed..be a weak point..and shock is  goign to  buckle back in, perahps  preade the  sides?...crack them from the inside out?..we ....we can do that..hmmm..mmmm....yes  we can...it...may be good  for only one shot..at a big door...doors  like...on your quarters?..we  could smash a few dozen before it starts to decay...but  real..doors? the kind you people breach?..maybe..one shot...if we Hollow it?...2..3  if  we don't?

In reply to Ajax (msg # 42):

"Okay Mitch, so forget the lead core then? ...How about putting a face plate of Angel Steel or Titanium on it? Whatever is harder I guess?"
Ajax made a sour face: "I would rather a tool this heavy be good for more than just one door breach!"

Ajax thought out loud: "Maybe I can get the QM to lend me a Recoiless Rifle to hit the big doors with first to soften them up..."

  well?..if that's  what you want. we'll start the 3-d mold going so we can pour it ..well..this will be a bit slow, take an Hour or so  for the Mold to be ready... We  wil have  the  Laser  punch cut a piece of scap Angel Steel , if we havea piece that fits..we should have, but the boys?.. they like to take the scrap..they can get good  credits for them..yes..lots of  credits...But...be can begin to  pour in a Little  over  an hour then...

In reply to Ajax (msg # 44):

Ajax grins as he downloads the design into whatever device Mitch has: "Excellent Mitch! I thank you sir! ...I'll buy you a beer for every door "Liberty" breaks down on Astra!"
Ajax grabs Mitch's hand for a friendly handshake and then prepares to get out of the Foundry heat...

  Mitch nods,we'll COM you when the Mold is Poured, and  when we are rerady to break it....

In reply to Ajax (msg # 46):

Ajax follows the handshake with "Good working with you Mitch!"
Then Ajax exits the Foundry doors and checks his Comm app display of the Hermes Floorplans and heads next toward the QM Locker.

On the way checking the Comm news he grimaces about missing out on the betting on yet another Kray Shadow fight! ...That guy is easy money!

------>>> QM Locker

  The fellow looks  at the Countdown Clock. As he  Hits  the COM,....Mr Ajax? We have  Poured  the  Mold....in about  2 hours  we will break it open, see how we did....

In reply to Mitch (msg # 48):

Hanger Dec ----------> The Foundry

Ajax returned to see the results of the "Door Knocker" project.
Once again the heat inside hit him like running through a wall of fire.

He loosened his collar as he asked:
"Mitch my friend! Is it cooled? How did it turn out?"

looking..pretty Good..It is sorta cool to the touch, the  inside  will need anothe r hour or so...we  could run it out the hanger  door for a second or two, if you want to cool it faster, but..it may make the core brittle?

Ajax replied: "Nah don't want it brittle! ...Well I've got about 5 more hours, that should be enough time... when do you think it will be cool enough to add the magna-clamp on the side?"

"...And I've got another job for you guys, can I get some numbers of these 4-sided shot made up?"
Ajax pulls out a handful of Iron 4-sided Shot, each is a little less than 1 inch from base to top.
"They are for the "Big Shot" cannister rounds, need identical copies, a batch of a few hundred would be good? ...Iron or Lead, or whatever."

 Mitch Puts his glasses on and  looks at the  4 side things.poring them  won't be a problem...and we can cool these in water, won't  matter  much if they rbeak easy....tale  about  an Hour  or so to set the Mold...we'll use whatever  we have in the   Ladles . since they are  already molten.... I'll COM you when they are Poured....

 he Motions for  two or the laborers  to Follow Him and they help helm get a sheet of the Mold Fiber and he Begins to Press the    Shot into the   Fiber, showing the others  hwo to do it, and how  he ants them spread  along the   Fiber

Ajax replies:
"I love you Mitch! Owe you another beer!"

A very busy Ajax heads back out to check on the "Big Shot" in the Tech Lab.

------------> Tech Lab

A small man with an apparently heavy tote bag, about a gallon in mass approaches the entrance to the forge.

 There are 4 SEC guards here, two on either side of the Door. A three striper SGT seems to be in charge. They wear  Vests, but their  Uniform sleeves  are rolled up and they were  BAseball Hermes  Caps  instead of the helmets...even outside the  LArge blast doors, it seem warm.

 ..Whatcha  need ?  We're  Expecting the Admiral in a few ticks....

   Coming  down the P-way are two SEC  guards   followed  by  6 Demons...Lors...two Officer  and  3 labcoats...Kulio is  last in line...

  Supe is walking a bit  stiffly, but he has  a scowl on his face.

 Hack and   Zob are bringing up the rear

In reply to Foundry (msg # 55):

"Just tryin to get some metal fer some projects an get me bones warmed up.  If the Admiral is comin it might be good to get me through before he gets here."

  The  SGT chuckles,You want  warmed  up? Go sit  in that corner there where the Vents are....You'er not  a foundry man, and you aren't ESN..so?..I don't  think you'er getting in. You want some metal?  Go check the tech  labs, sometime they sell the scraps they have left over , to civies.

Garrat had come up wearing a loosely buttoned fatigue shirt, [the usual tanktop hurt his bruised torso to much.]  with his granted stripes on it.  He was leaning over the handles of the cart waiting to get in.  "Ah, let the runt in.  If he gets into any trouble I'll personally shoot him myself."

  Don't  work that way...He's not cleared...Not even sure if you'er  Cleared...Next to the Bridge?...this is the hardest place to get access too..Unless you know someone.

   HAck, Zob  and the Prisoners  stop, HAck walks Up to the Guards...Do we have a Problem?  SGT?

  No, Admiral, Sir..the Civie  wanted in to get metal and..er..um..warm up? The Big guy has this cart....

 Hack Loooked  at Jeo MAc  and Garrat,..The Civie  isn't  cleared.... his voice  was  cold and tight  as he looked  at Joe MAc.

 Turning to Garrat he said,...Sorry Sgt Garrat? You'll have to do this  another Time...the Foundry is  reserved for me and my...guests.... The   Guards  opened the door, the Heat washed out like a desert wind.  The  SEC troops  took the Prisoners  In..Supe followed them with a Big grin, then  Zob and   HAck entered...the door  closed  with a Clang.

 The SGT Looked at Garrat and  Shrugged,..try again, when he's done  cooking.....

 to Joe Mac he shook his head, Best be on your way fella? Admiral doesn't look to be  in a good Mood.

    "Yes sir." Garrat stands at attention as Hack enters, then raises an eyebrow. then looks at Joseph.  "You really did piss him off somehow didn't you.  Well, that screws over my night."  He turns to the guard  "Comm  me as soon as the commander is done with his entertainment.  I'm Sgt Wolfrim and I need to get these molds poured"  He turns to Joe  "You've been told several times to leave, I get the feelin that would be a good idea." Garrat turns to go unless there is an answer from the guard.
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   "Aye, it's funny to find so many cold shoulders just outside a foundry.  So whats this about the foundry an prisoners, He once threatened to take me there an now he's taken the demons there?  What? does he have a rack hidden between the furnaces?"

  The  group walked In and  Hack waved to the Foreman, he  Yelled out  and  Blew a whistle...dozens of  people headed  to exit  that lead to Break rooms and locker rooms. Only a handful of folks were left.

 The Foreman  went over to a Fork lift and  drove It over to one of the smaller Cauldrons ...in side  was  white hot  Metal, just a bit of crust forming on the top.

    Supe  went  off  to the side a bit and sat down, two SEC troops  had  their weapons ready, the other  two stood guard  inside the main doors.

 Well...Lors? Here we  are.now?  I could send you to the SEC rooms..they could talk to you...maybe  shoot you up with something to  help you talk. But...My people have   had a long  day..so i rather  do this myself..now?  I'm not real smooth...so...the  sooner you realize this..the less of you have  to die.

  Hack Looked over the Demons  and Pointed to one of Lors' officers.We  shall start with this  fellow i think...  The  Guards took the Struggling Demon over to the  forklift and  chained the creature to the back of the forks,  , its  feet  on the forks.

 The Foreman  lifted the Demon into the air  and moved towards the  vat.

 Admiral Hack!..I must Protest!....and...if you kill us..you will get no information.

 Hack spun around  took two  quick steps  and   Punched the Demon in the Face...he snarled, looking  as vicious as any angry demon might,..You Bastard!..You dare? You cut up  my people..you torture Human  women and kids...9 hells!  You eat them!..and you are going to protest me   Burning you alive??

 He got control  for a Bit  and said in a softer tone,..I want information...I need information...I do not have it now....and if I kill you...i still will not have it. Now? Tell me Lors? what have i got to lose.....NOTHING!....But..I do get to watch your  skin burst open and  your Blood  boil and Burst out through your Bodies  as  you scream in pain....so?..You see?  the only way i win...and you win...is if you tell us what we need to know....otherwsie...I don't lose anything..i don't have?..where as..you egt to keep your life...

In reply to Joseph MacPherson (msg # 62):

   Garrat snorts."Use your head boy, it's obviouse.  He dips them in the molten steel to get them to spill the beans."

Joseph stares at him a moment then bursts into hystarics "Oh god, that's rich." he tries to catch his breath "An...an he calls that torture? Heh, molten steel? That's so rich.... your right I gotta get outta here."  he tries to walk back down the hall but the laughing is obviously hurting him badly with his injuries, making the going slow.
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In reply to Joseph MacPherson (msg # 65):

   Garrat is disgusted "Oh for Odins sake, get on the cart and let me wheel you out of here before you get your fool ass killed.  Don't know why you'd be here anyhow.  you could get metal anywhere."  then a little perplexed. "What's wrong with dipping them in the crucible.  I know a lot of interrogators who use red hot pokers, it's common practice."
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In reply to Garrat Wolfrim (msg # 66):

  "Red hot, yes.  White hot, never"  Macpherson expands takin a seat as he's still giggling. "If the heat is too hot, there is no second degree burn.  You see, no one ever feels a third degree burn.  It kills the nerves before they can.  You can take a blowtorch to a person and all they won't feel anything at first, then brief flashes of cold.  The transition between burnt and non burnt flesh is two narrow to have much second and first degree burns which are the ones that hurt, then the body is shocked to perceive much anyway. That's why you fire up the torch and blow it alongside the skin bringin  slowly closer until it starts to bubble.  Now there is the true pain.   As for the metal, some of it needs to be specially poured when your workin with detailed clockwork like items"
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  Hack truned to the Foreman and nodded.  The Foreman raised the  forks as high as they were able to go..the man running the VAt, tilted it, ever so slightly..the Crust broke  abit to the white Hot metal peeker through.

  The Foreman  moved the forklift closer, and brought the demon  down to within 6 feet of the  Rim... The  Creature was struggling... its  eyes  wide  with fear, its  teeth gretted  against the pain, as its Unifrom began to smoke, and  Bootsoles  started to melt.

 Hack Pointed to the demon and  said,..we only have to dip them towards the end...the heat coming off that  molten meatl is  enough to burn...and cause  pain

 Lors  snapped,..akd him your  damnable  questions!

 Hack Looked  back at Lors, then Looked at demon with a  smile,Him?..no....He's   being used to show  you what if going to happen to the rest of you...he  dosn't get to answer Questions...you know?..Mucvh like those  folks you had  hanging  in bags, or laying on the  Butcher tables...

 The  Foreman watched  Hack, who gave him another  nod..the  Foreman started to tilt the forkblades  forward...the demon's uniform Burst into Fames  and it began to scream...

 ..we have never timed it? But somewhere are 3 minutes   until the skin burns  and melts...another  2 or three before  the  pain overtakes   every fiber  of your being...then...well...yo die....

  another nod and the Burning , screaming demon was tilted closer yet..its  skin plates  started to Pop..it Howled in pain, screamed for mercy....

 ..Yeah....right  about now?  Is when they want to tell me everything?..but?..its  too late...there's no coming back from this point on....

  one last Nod, the forman  hits the Pin that Held  the  chains in place and the screaming  Creature  fell face  first into the Vat...

 Hack turned around with a Grin. Pretty neat, Huh? about  6 minutes...and you either have  your questions answered, or..you get rid of one more enemy....

 Lors  was shaken, as were the other demons,and you dare to call us  evil!

 Hack Looked at the floor, then  looked back to Lors,well?..so far..none of us have eaten any of you......or  tried to  use you as Breed animals...


  he shrugs,Enough...Lors? Pick the next one i will question....you have  30 seconds...

In reply to Joseph MacPherson (msg # 67):

Garrat started wheeling him away.  The shrieks in the back ground grating on his ears. "It sounds like they're doing somethin right.  So what the hell are you makin that your all fired to enter the forge for?"
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In reply to Admiral Hack (msg # 68):

Zob was standing a little bit off to Hacks right side he had his hammer with him he pulled out a angel twig and one of the SEC troopers lit it up for him, he chuckled as he watched the demon get melted in the vat of molten steel, he then responded in a cold tone in demonic, *Better not make him wait or ill fuck you up worse then he will*
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  Hack  walked over to the  second Officer. his eyes shifted to the SEC troopers and he nodded.

  This  time the Officer, tried to struggle, a Pulse  rifle  Butt in the  Belly  and a Knee to the Nose settled   him down a bit...the Foreman, who's  Muscles glistened in the heat of the Foundry slammed the thing against the  grate on the forklift. and   weaved the chains in a practiced Manner....then Hopped  Up to the   driver's  seat and began to  shift the forks  once again.

 Hack walked over to the Lift and  called up to the Demon,Now?....Tell me  why you Blew  up the South Pole  base?

 The Officer  Struggled  and scowled a HAck..Hack shrugged as the fork lift shifted  and the  Forks began to Rise once more....On Delta  Omega..we have  ...well?  the whole Planet..now?  we just became friends  with the Apefolks down there.... we set aside  areas  for Colonization...set aside places  where  they will begin to build  cities and such..and we have   more then a few  Prison colonies  down there.....one of them...are demons  from Astra...some...2000 or  so?  Mostly females and kids...but a few males as well.....You see?  they helped us...we could have killed them..turned them over to the Apefolks...made them take a walk in the Black?...But  these few...seemed to have a bit of common sense.....

 Now?..You folks?  Could Join them..of course..we  will tell the demon homeworld you are dead..but...you will have a whole new life ahead of you...you just won't get to go around eating people for Fun...

...you...you would let  us live?the officer looked down, his  boots  were slowly starting to smoke, even at the 'range' he was in now.

 QUIET!...You fool!...

 Hack  Looks  at Lors, then to Zob,The next time he speaks...it better  be  to answer a question..if not..You may pick a Limb to break....

Zob turned his head to Hack when he addressed him and gave him a nod, then he turned his attention back to Lors already looking for the best place to maximize pain, "Yes sir" was all he said as he continued puffing on the angel twig.

  The  Foreman sat in the forelift. His face  was Stoic, save  for  ...juts a hint..if  a  smile on the  right side of his  lips. The Forklift engine   Revved a Bit  as  he drew a bit nearer to the Vat.

 Well?..I have  Mad  My Offer.... Hack Looked at the  Offcier who looked from Lore  to Hack, and back.......you need not  seek Lors' permission...if you die?..he  won't carte...If  he dies..you shouldn't care...if you both end up on Delta Omega..niether of you should care..because your  old lives will be over...and your new ones  will begin,,,,

 The Demon's boots shifted a bit..as  much as he could..as the smoke started to rise  faster  from his boots...we....we could not let you take the BAse.....We...thought  we could win..when you sent  the EVOLs  in....but..when the  other Two BAses  looked like they were going to fall...we had to may a choice...

 DAMN YOU!....SHUT  your  mouth you coward!...May Gaffis take ytour soul!

 Lors tried to shift  towards  the Hack and the Forktruck

 The Lab coats  looked very afraid...Kulio..struggled  against her  chains.

When Lors talked out of turn again, Zob casually stepped off to his side and swung the hammer *Hard* into the back of his right knee with bone crushing force making damn sure he would never walk again... he then turned to Kulio struggling against her chains, "STOP STRUGGLING OR YOUR NEXT!" Zob shouted at her in Demonic as he readied himself to crush more limbs.
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 Lors screams   at the shattered Leg and  drops  to the Ground, he  Looks from Zob  to Hack, and Back,..So.....are you his ..pet Demon?


 Giving Zob a 'well done' nod,  he  Motions for the Foreman to pull back a bit. The  Demon Looks at the Vat retreating a bit , then Looks at Hack with Hope in his eyes...Tell me...um..you know?  we don't even know your name? Lors  didin't introduce us....

 Soll....LT  Soll.

  Hack  Nodded   looking down at the foundry floor, a hand  rubbing his chin, before looking up at Soll,..You know  , Soll?  I have to be honest with you...I am really...really tired. Kicking Demons  asses across the galaxy  can be a bit tiring, even when  you do not do the  real fighting, Like my people do....You can Understand that..right?


 Soll nods  slowly..So..I ask this...you answer..you don't answer..I can't make that decision for you...you want to eb a hero..that's fine..no one will ever  know? but that's fine...You want to help me  end this war a bit  quicker?  and start fresh on a new Planet..maybe Hook up with one of those Lonely Demon wenches  down on Delta Omega..that's fine as well...but..I just really want to get this over with...

 Tell me why...the bases  Needed to be destroyed...tell me what they were working on?..keep inmind, I have LAbcoats standing over there..that might  like to tell me, after you've  been melted down?

 Soll looked at  the Vat, Lors Shouted,DON'T BE A FOOL!

 ..We...we worked on transport tech, and the  building of a New demon race, that would could plant within your Colonies...thus  far...we cannot get it right...they look like demons..think like demons...we need...more  subjects...for testing...so we raised Humans...our own herd...when they reached  12 years..we would harvest them for testing....The transportation  Tech..was doing a bit better....

 Kulio dropped  to her Knees and sobbed,..you coward..you fool.....

 The Lab Coats looked relived....

 Hack looked at Soll, Soll stared down at him..there was  30 seconds of this  while Lors  bitched  and  Kulio  sobbed.

 HAck turned to  the SEC  Guards,Take him down...take him to SEC, have his chiporemoved  and replaced.. LT Soll is now  dead...let him pick a new name....

  The Fork truck Backed Up and the forks were lowered, the  two SEC guards unchained  Soll, yet cuffed hi...Soll Looked at Hack,..Thank you...Admiral....

 HAck Turned , tilted his head,..I will tel you this, because i  do not wish tolie to anyone....IF...I  find out you lied?...I will come for you...or...worse yet...I will send  one of  my people...and they are not near as nice  as i am...

 Soll nodded quickly, and the SEC troopers led him out the Door   to get 'de-chipped'   Hack  walked over to the last pair of  SEC troops, You will take the LAbcoats down to  Dr  Christe...they will tell him all they know...if they do not..Henry is free to use them as Test subjects...so they get to know...how  those they  worked on felt..Humm?

 Aye, Already Done , Admiral... and they left as well.

 HAck rubbed  his temples  a bit more, then Looked at Zob, the foreman stood there with his arms  crossed, looking for all the world, as an old European executioner.Well, Mr  Zob?  we have recieved  more information from that fellow, then we have   in the last few Info gatherings....that leaves us  with these two...what should we do with them?

Zob frowned a bit when Lor's spoke to him and promptly kicked him hard in the face, "I am high prince Xun of the Barri'mtor clan and you will know your place worm!... I will let Supe decide Lor's fate... as for this girl... shes mine"

Zob walked over to her, "And what should we do with the broken shell that you are hmm?" he said grabbing her by the hair and pulling her to her feet, "You know girl i actually cared about you... from the first moment we met on the blue moon... but you played me for a fool and caused the deaths of countless people i cared about... your lucky i don't slay you where you stand but im willing to hear you out one last time before i pass judgement"

  Hack  shrugs, Looks at Supe...You ehard the man...what do you say?

 Supe  Looks at the Foreman...Drop him in...I want to see him die.

 Hack Nods to the Foreman who MAnhandles Lors and  chains him tot eh  forks. Lors winces  with the  pain of his leg and the realization , how he is going to die....Don't  ....Don't...you will be able to get much, in the way of Ransom, for me...


 Turning back at those  words, HAck says to the last remaining SEC trooper,..That reminds me.....no use letting good credits go to waste?

 The Trooper  steps  Up to  Lors who is Looking at him with question, Until the man pulls a Bowie knife  and slashes  the  wrist off of Lors...He Screams as Loud  as anyone heard a demon scream before. The Sec  Trooper  wraps the  arm in a Welding Vest and  leaves to  got to the SEC room to have Beth Tap the Creds.

 The Nest few Minutes is full of Lors Screaming, until it is stopped  abruptly as  the Chains are released and he falls head first into the Vat.

 Kulio, Looks at Zob with wild eyes,..what am i supposed to say?..That I remain loyal to my RAce?..That i hope  for the downfall of  Humans and  Angels?

Zob chuckles, "It hardly matters now, cause you won't ever get to see that day... im not killing you that would be to merciful..."

Zob then took out his angel combat knife and held it in his free hand, "But you will never be a threat to anyone again..." Zob then took the knife and cut out both of her eyes permanently blinding her before stepping away and looking at Hack, "have her dumped on Astra someplace i don't care where as long as its remote and desolate"

Zob then took her eyes and tossed them in the vat as he waited for Hacks input.
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  Hack watched the outcome of Kulio's punishment. The  Man was tired, but he didn't even flinch as  she screamed  and wailed.

 Touching the COM on his  wrist he said,HAck here. I need two SEC troopers, One of whom can fly a torpedeo craft.

 Turning  to the Foreman he said, Get some Dermafoam from your first aid. Station, Fill the sockets, don't want her bleeding all over  My ship...

 The Foreman whistled and Pointed to a fellow  up on the CAtwalk, by the office. and made a sign with his arms   in a cross. the feloow  nodded  and was headed down to the floor.

about  5 minutes  after   the dermafoam was applied, A Corp of the SEC  came  running down, a HArdammo Thompson on his  Shoulder.  Reporting...Admiral?

 ..Take this Demon to the  Hanger Dec. There should be a torpedo  craft warming up... Capt  Morris  will give  the pilot his orders.

 ..Aye  Sir, Already Done, Sir...  The Corp  Grabbed Kulio who shuttered from the shock and  slowly ebbing pain...the wrap bandages around her  head, hit  the  wound.

 Supe  Grinned at Zob..I would have killed her..but ..ya done good....

 Then he  Turned to  Hack and saluted,Thank You Admiral. It may seem like a small thing, But it was important to me...

 Carry on , Chief, go get some food and rest....


 ..Thank you for the Help, as always.... He nods to the Foreman,

 You bet, Admiral.. he grins.Our  House is your nhouse...well...i guess it really is...

 Make sure you  replenish your first Aid  Kit... he said with a LAugh  and   headed towards the door.

In reply to Admiral Hack (msg # 79):

Zob puts the knife away and turns to Supe as the girl is taken away by SEC, "She will die down there on Astra that im certain of, but she shall do so in terror as the last thing she remembers of her sight is my grinning face" He then patted Supe on the shoulder and turned to leave.

----> To Unknown (Will decide later)

In reply to Zobaich (msg # 80):

Garrat wheels his forms in, get's them filled then sets them somewhere where he's allowed to let them cool.  Then heads of to the med-dec to get himself checked out for duty.

In reply to Garrat Wolfrim (msg # 81):

   Garrat walks in after getting his ear stowed. "Any way I can just make some guns for the armory, and maybe one for myself?"  He asks the foreman o duty.
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  The     Fellow in charge   says,..some Guns?....you can pour a barrel or two?..don't know where you'er gonna get the tech to attach to it.

 Not  something you  just, 'walk in and do?"

In reply to garrat (msg # 83):

    "I brought down some molds earlier, I just need to pour, and machine them while they are still hot before taking them to the tech deck for final finishing.  Breach loaded double barreled shot pistols aren't that complicated compared to an assault rifle."

Well...if you go the Molds... we'll see what we can spare  by way of  soup..thier getting  ready to pour  some plates  now.Admiral  must be looking  for a fight..he  always orders the extra plates when he thinks  they'll be ship battles.

  Garrats eyes narrow a little, "Are you suggesting I use the same carbon steel for weapons barrels as we do for armor?"

  The  Man shrugs,Either that, or Put in an order for the soup you want mixed? I don't know what you plan to do...You are lucky  you are allowed to use the foundry in the first place..we have plates to forge.. we are trying to roll out  beams..that is a slow process, we just don't have the room to do many at a time..we're  Pressing Clamps to replace those that are damaged  of shaken loose...

 He  waves his  hand  around the place,..you can tell us what you need...we can try to set you up...

In reply to Garrat (msg # 87):

I'll tell you what, I need good gun steel.  I'll give you a hand if you'll give me one.

  The Man Bristles  a bit.alright....  he looks at his  Vid Board. We are due to pour some  some  of the LArger Clamps to replace  a couple on the  Ships  Water Tubes....after we  pour that , we can  use that ladel for you if you wish... should be ready  tomorrow around  9:00 PM  ships  time....

In reply to Garrat (msg # 89):
And do you have anything for me to help with now?

  The Man Looks  Offended, He takes off his hard hat and runs  a hand through his hair,..look?...These guys  down here..they earn thier  Living, ... unless  you get hired to work here..no? The only reason  you are here Now  is  the Admiral allowed  you a little leeway...this is supposed to be a secure place....

   Garrat shrugs "I didn't mean to step on toes.  I've been making machinery since I built this pistol as a kid" he puts his hand on his gun "and I have lived nearly as long as one of your angels.   I though maybe I could help in exchange for the trouble I put you through."

 The Fellow seemed  to soften a bit ..I don't know where you are from...we know you aren't  from our world...I know the   Admiral gave you limited access here...which is fine, we just have to work around what  the  guys  who work her  for a living do...without costing anyone any pay.

In reply to Garrat (msg # 93):

  Then put the money I would otherwise make aside for when something goes bad and one of your guys needs a boost.  You will never hear me talking down about civilians.  It is tradition for my people to honor them before and after every battle.  They keep us set up so we can do our job without dying as much and we help them keep their families safe."

 The fellow  agrees...so, about 9:00 PM  ship's time, we'll have  the smaller Ladel ready, it will depend on the   metal you want to melt down in it.

In reply to garrat (msg # 95):

   Garrat goes for a common Asgard alloy, that uses trace amounts of the more expensive metals with out really running up the cost or stressing the supplies of the forge.

   He also puts one on the books that's similar to angel steel [he's not asking to make any at this time, only giving it to them so he can price it's production] which he refers to as Dwarven Alloy, or Alloy for short.  And one that he refers to as mythril catalyst made up of cobalt and a soup of semi conductors.

   Garrat receives a call from hunter.  "I'll be  right back."
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 The fellow  shrygs as he . nor anyo9me else  has  an Idea what Asgard alloy is..and he shakes  his head at the making of the 'mythril'

  Gotta  tell ya?..none of this is  gonna get done here...We  Pour plates  for ships..plates for  Fighters...superstructure...all thisstuff?..YOu'll have to get the Boys on Fuji or Everest, or Olympus  to do...?

In reply to Foundry (msg # 97):

  Garrat nods. "I hope you won't be offended if I say that needs to change.  This is a colony, as well as a Naval vessel, in that respects the foundry should be it's back bone.  I understand you guys are trying to support the fleet and keep yourself afloat in the meantime, but they need to give you what you need to be more than that.  These men do work to hard not to be able to move upward."
  We'll talk more latter.  Maybe something can be worked out to help you get what you deserve."  Garrat shrugs "Then again these things are usually thrown back in my face."

Zob had decided to go put some work in down at the foundry it was pretty much the only place he truly felt welcome even with his reputation on the hermes at this point, opening the steel doors he walked on in, "You got work for me?" he asked the foreman he was hoping he would be able to help them push out orders much faster.

  The   Foreman came over. covered in sweat,well... we got plates  ready to take to teh Hnager dec, in case we need them..long , hard haul even with Hover Jacks..if your In... Jonesy is short a Guy...

Zob chuckled, "That it?, ill make this shit look like childs play" Zob then flexed the ocean of muscles on his arms and went off to help Jonesey move the plates.

  Jonesy   was just unhooking the  last plate  from the  crane, he nodded to Zob,Howdy..been a while? Rivets wants  20 plates on the hanger Dec , just in case... we'll need 2 trips...

Zob looked to the hover lifts then back to Jonesy, "I'll get the 2nd one here you folks get 1st and take point"

 it  takes a good  10 minutes to load  up the 2nd one..the Jonesy says, Let's Go... Rivets   wants One stack by the  Bow end of the Hanger Dec, and One  stack at the  Stern end...Just inside the doors , so they are out of the way, but handy.

Zob walks over to the 2nd hover jack and takes a deep breath before gripping the handle tightly and pulling it with all his might behind Jonesey, "Alright lets move people, PULL!" he shouted as he hauled the heavy ship plates towards there destination.

 (( from Hanger Dec after Nivar signing))

  Shadow, MC-1, and Roy entered the Foundry. The Foreman frowned when he saw the  purple, elongated head, witht hem.

  ..What I need.. is  for your all to take a break....no more then 30 minutes or so... if sooner.. I'll COM you...

 ...we Have a Batch of metal, should be ready in 20?..can't let it  sit too longer,, the timer goes off and it will cool. ruin the whole Mix

 ..Alright then?... Come back when you have to...

  The Foreman Hit the PA, from his COM,..alright   guys  and Gals...  20 Minutes, unless i call you sooner.. Everyone ..out....

 the   people made there way..some of the broad shouldered Men who played football waved at Shadow..and soon, the Only noise in the  place  was coming from the giant ladle.

  Shadow was  about to say something, then reached  inside his  jacket and pulled out his  COM... he frowned  and ask for a repeat, and turned it on Speaker...

..LC..Roy?....we're about to go into the  Hold..... Give MC-1 the choice... he can try, not to talk.. and you cook him....or.. he can talk, and his reward  is. he can fight one of you to the Death.. if he wins, he goes free.... BUT..only if he talks..

  Shadow Motions  for Roy to   cut the  Zip ties,  they lead   MC-1 over to the ladle,..beth you don't have anything like this on your ships.... every Cap ship has one... not only can we make out own repair plates and such.... but if the ship has to crsh land ona planet, the colony will have a forge..Now?..You feel that  heat.. and  were 20 yards  away....he grabs him  and jerks  him forwards...This is  10 yards.....  Shadow  and MC-1 gritted their teeth against the Pain...

  He pushes MC-1 Back towards  roy , very roughly,any closer, without the suits.. our skin would  begin to blister...Now.. here is what you might get to do...... If you want to be a hero..and trust me MC-1..no one is ever going to know if you were..or weren't.. you can try not to talk.... in which case.. we will bind you to the over ehad  crane.. and Lower you, to about 2 yards away from the Molten metal... you will suffer. like  no one ever has..but you won't  die.. we'll make sure of that.. you'll be cooked  alive..slowly... until you answer the question..of  course? it might be too late to save you then.

 ..on the other hand... You can  answer the question, right away..and Have a 50-50 shot, of getting off this  ship..and?  You get to pick which one of us  you  get to fight.... now..how can you beat a deal like that?

 He rubbed his  skin were the  heat had  burned it   slightly, and he looked at the  bright light  shining from inside the ladle,..so?..I kill one of you..the other one kills me anyway...

 ..saddly?  No... Admiral is giving you a way out.. I can't  break his orders... and Roy won't...

 He grins  with a look of triumphant hate,what do you want to know....

Roy said nothing.  He was more than ready to deal wuth MC-1, if the Roussian decided to break for it and run, but he'd made his disgust abundantly clear on the shuttle.  His response was limited to a curt nod when Shadow said they'd honor Hack's order.  But he was quite certain that the Roussian wouldn't live to see Hack's orders obeyed...not the 'let him live if he wins' order, anyway.  The Roussian was treacherous...if not a spy...and Roy had few compunctions about killing him.

  Shadow  Nodded with  his halfsmile,..Good..good..see?  that's the neat thing about you fleet being wipe out, no one knows you'er alive... so no one can say you'er the  guy that told us..and lets face, it.. me being a pilot... roasting  to death,...when you could out  fighting...much better choice...

 now?  First question, is really just  for me and roy hear...who are you an Agent  for?..EDT..Empire?

 MC-1's eye shifted  from one to the other,..neither...but  both....

 Shadow chuckles,ahhhh..MC-1 you little jokester... see?  If  we wer in a  nice SEC office talkignover a Coffee.. you can mess around like that..but you don't have that going for you...you only have..'answer ..or cook.."

 He turns  to Roy and shrugs,..I really don't care which...Never  seen how much a Roussian can take  be fore thier skin starts to split.

 ...your Lady V..... She has joined forces  with the Elispians...she has a network, far greater then the EDT.... and they are now a rather  large player in this war... she has no love for the ESN/APF..and she is only a passing  comrade with  The Empire...

 Shadow laughs,..so?.. She thinks  she can..what?..beat us AND the Empire and ruleThe Black?

 ...she is not a stupid woman... Mr Shadow.. The Empire  respects her alliances ..and once the APF is defeated ..she will have her  own section of the galaxy for her own...

  Because the Empire  always  honors its agreements...

  ..it will not matter to you... you will be  dead, and eaten, , well before the Empire gets the courage to attack  the Darl Alliance....

 Shadow shrugs,..Right Then.... lets get to the Big Question...and your reward..shall we? What the 9 hells are those Machines on Nivar....

 ...you did not believe us and the nivarians? he chuckled.

 ..lets go..time is running out  on your ticket out of here...

 ..alright then?...Since Nivar is lost....for now...They are supposed to be the rgeat golden  guns.... The Rays of Nivar, herself. Except the incompetent Nivarians cannpt seem to  have the weapons manned , at all times.... If the MAchines  are on.. and kept on.. they channel the power of the planet's Core into Great beams of golden light... if  full powered, they could completely cover  on hemisphere or the other, in a shield , or be used as cannons that  can reach some 100,000 miles... and have a 1000 mile wide  scope...they took out 6 demon Cap ship with those guns ,  when your people  were first learning  how to flat in the air in bags of gas...

 He shakes his head,...but thier Holy People..wanted the great golden beams.. so they concentrate don that, rather then the weapon that saved them... but lefting the   guns  sit..and  powering them up, when needed.. you get a Beam.. weaker in every aspect... You will not see that on the Roussian Homeworld , Our weapons are  always , on the ready.

Roy grunted slightly, looking at Shadow, and shrugged.  "About what I expected them to be...although if the Roussian fleet was any indicator of how invulnerable their technology is, I don't think it will matter much when push comes to shove.  Nilsson and the Morningstar did a pretty good job of nullifying them, with an improvised weapon.  Be interesting to see what we can do with time to design something for the purpose."

He looked at Shadow, wondering if the LC had any follow-up questions.

   Shadow threw up his arms  and  let the slap his  sides when they came down,..Guess that's all the Questions i have....  You have any  Thing, Sgt Maj?

 MC-1's  smile was getting  bigger he was  eager to get his reward.

  There was a noise , Shadow turned  and    drawing his Sanri...

  Hemsly Popped in.. two Black eyes  and  bloodied nose...Easy...  Med techs  are Backed up... I figure i wanna see the egg plant get his ..ya know?

  ..Just in time, Hemsly. MC-1  is about to choose who he gets to fight.... , if he beats  the guy, he gets to go free... if he loses..well..he's dead..

  MC-1 looks at Hemsly,..how do i know he  will honor your Admiral's words?

  ..Because.... its our Admiral's words..... Besides... you have to Kill either  the SGT MaJ or me in hand to hand?.... I'd  be worried about doing that first...hmmm?

 Hemsly shakes his head,..not a  fine choice there, laddie....best if  ya just kill yerself altogether...

   MC-1  Looked at Shadow,  the to Roy.....I'll fight the SGT MAJ.... I do not have a weapon?

 Shadow   waved MC-1 back a few steps, and he , himself  moves back with Hemsly. Taking Out His Dirk , he  throws it to the   dec a few yards behind MC-1..now you do.....

 ..it  his  a heavy Blade them i am used to..... he said backing up.

 Shadow shrugged,..Don't use it then....

 Shadow looked to Roy to see if he was ready... he wouldn't put the Sanri away until Roy was armed and ready.

Roy shrugged.  "If you'd rather do this bare-handed, I'm quite willing to set the knife aside."  He gave MC-1 a dangerous smile, and added, "But if you mysteriously produce a weapon, you'll wish we'd dropped you in the foundry vat."  He waited to see if the Roussian was willing to go in true hand-to-hand, or if he would rather pit Shadow's dirk against the kukri.  Either way, the Rousian would be fighting disarmed soon enough.

  MC-1  Hefted the Dirk, he looked at Shadow who just  smiled.

  ..Come..let us do this, so I can report  my victory...

 Hemsly busts out laughing,..bloody 9 'ells... is he bleedin' serious? you lot canna even win when ye bloody cheat!

 Shadow Gives Hemsly a comic-sage look,..But Colour  SGT? We all know, cheaters  never prosper...

 Hemsly nodded,..too right , there..LCV..too right...

 MC-1  moves     rather   quickly as he feints  a  few  Moves.. Testing  Roy's reaction.. he seems to know how to handle a knife... his  footwork seems odd to the Humans,,but..no one knows how Roussians were trained..or why.

Roy shrugged, and pulled out the kukri.  For the fuss that MC-1 had made, the dirk had advantages in close combat...a kukri was a heavy blade, designed for hacking and chopping, and not for the kind of agile work that was usually a part of close in-fighting.  That said...Roy's close-combat style didn't rely much on a blade...

He eased into a ready stance, watching the way the Roussian moved...his focus wasn't much on feet, or even hands...those could lie.  His focus was MC-1's center of gravity, the hips and lower torso.  No matter which way arms and feet went, the body had to move where the hips were going...

He also kept half an eye on how MC-1 stood, and held his legs...if they were kept flexed, or if Roussian combat was a straight-legged style.  He moved enough to be ready to deflect any of the feints, but didn't commit to anything...much as the Roussian was testing him, he was assessing the Roussian, watching for weaknesses other than arrogance and overconfidence.

  MC-1 Blocked out the Fact that Hemsly and Shadow were there.

  Shadow held his Sanri ready...

  MC-1  circled a few times  , feinting now and them..an odd grin on his face...   he  Then charged In,  and  spun in the air, the  heavy  Dirk slashing at Roy,  Just  slicing a Bit of the  armor  on his   wrist.

  ..I  have changed my mind..this is a good blade...

...........

 ..Fancy Move that?...A bit of bloody of a Dancy...idit  he?

  ... I've Jumped before... but  not  while  my target was  waiting  for  me?.. it didn't even draw first Blood

Inwardly, Roy grinned...he drew his hand back, as though concerned at the attack, and put a guarded expression on his face...but he'd taken careful note of the whole sequence.  The trick, now, was to try and bait MC-1 into trying it again.  For that, Roy was willing to risk a slice on his off-hand...

He crouched slightly, circling...reluctantly extending his hand back out again, making a show of working his fingers, as though verifying that everything still worked properly...inwardly, he waited, watching for MC-1 to try the attack again...

    The  movements took some time,  some slashes  and counter slashes, all were being down while they  moved.

  The Heat of the Cauldron  made everyone sweat a bit, but the two fighters a bit  more as they Moves.

  ..MC-1?  Gotta tell ya.... you'er  running out of time? If you are what i think you are, the Kill should have been made already. And when the foreman walks through that door?.... Its over for you....Unless....you  know.... you win?

 Mc-1's face got  a frustrated look. he   shifted the grip a few times on the  Dirk.. skin and Blade glistening from the heat...He rushed towards ,  Dropped downs to slide on the  Dec, though the slide wasn't  great , because of the metal shavings  and   sand in some spots. The Heavy  Blade slashed  the  leg armor of  Roy, he could  feel a bit of a nick..bot the Blow   did  cause some  pain from the Impact... The Roussian was stronger then he looked.

 As he stopped his slide, he tried to Get up, but the slide  didn't take him as  far, and the  sand delayed him popping up, as his boots  scrambled on the  metal floor.

As MC-1 slid past, arm extended for the attack, Roy slashed down with the kukri at the extended limb, letting the impact on his leg carry him down into a kneeling spin, his unharmed leg extended to sweep MC-1's arms or legs as the Roussian tried to rise.  Sand and metal flakes ground beneath his armor, but didn't provide that much resistance for a simple spin move...

  MC-1 Screamed out  as the  Blade hit  the  armor of his arm...  a Deep  cut, was  send   purple blood   in a steady stream.

 Compounded by the face his  Face Hit the floor, gits of  sand  and  metal  flakes, imbedded in  his   sloping  forhead.

 He tried  to reach  for the  dirk with the other  hand.........

Roy flipped the kukri in his grasp, turning the blade toward him so the back was leading, and brough the blade down with crushing force on the Roussian's reaching hand, across the fingers, where armor, if any, would be lightest, using the force of the swing to bring him into a kneeling position, with his weight going forward onto a knee planted between MC-1's shoulderblades, trying to pin the Roussian face-down on the deck.

   MC-1's  Scream echoed off the  foundry walls, as his  fingers  broke.  One  Arm almost servered. the other hand, fingers bent the  wrong way, some bone splinters  sticking through the skin.

  His FAce Jammed   down in the ,metal and sand. ,, He   struggled to get up... groans of pain left his  lips.

   Hemsly said,... They don't  fight very good...wonder if they can shoot better? Bloody useless lot, i'm thinkin'. Better off let them go and bugger the demons..

Roy settled his weight above the Roussian.  "You're lucky you chose me.  Shadow would make you suffer.  I probably should, for the sake of all the people whose deaths you helped engineer."

He took a breath, and shrugged.  "But, frankly, you're not worth the energy I'd spend on the effort."  He raised his kukri in the air, blade turned in its proper orientation again, and brought it down on the back of MC-1's head, as though splitting a melon.

   MC-1   couldn't even find  words... and   any chance to say them, Vanished.

   ...  Roy's  right... i would have   been cutting off body parts..... he shrugs,..ahh/..well..let's search him.. get his  COM and  such...

  ..QM?.. we need a Cash Slasher  here in the foundry.... i want  the Creds he  Gets to go into the Foundry payroll..for bonus..what have you...

 ..Already Done.. should be there in 5......

  Hemsly  wretched a bit,..bloody  9 'ells.... they got  green brains?....who the  9 'ells  'ave green brains...

  ..Thimk about that...next time you eat egg plant... he  Slaps Hemsly on the  shoulder. moving to Help Roy

  ..Right then, SGT Maj... you best  get any nicks  taken care off, so you don't  end up with your skin turning purple, or you forehead getting long...

Roy picked up Shadow's dirk as he rose, handing it back to the pilot.  "A couple of scratches that Stefi will no doubt berate me for getting..."  He looked down at the knife, and added, "If it wasn't your knife, I'd be worried about poison of some sort..."  He chuckled softly, wincing slightly as he put weight on the wounded leg.

"You suppose there's a cloth around here that's clean enough for a field-dressing?  I'm sure they'd appreciate it if I didn't track blood the entire length of the ship..."

  Hemsly open is  Derma pouch..one small one-shot can each...here ya go.....i have ta go too, see what she can can do fer me bloody face...

 ..Comon Hemsly?..You know she can't  do anyhting about that....That's your Mom and Dad's fault..

 ..well..that's roight cold of  ye, LC..Right Cold indeed... and here i'm hanging out of a bloody shuttle throwin' nets over   banana  fighters..while you and yours... Just goin' for a bleedin' sunday drive?

   Kray Chuckles  as he   resheath's his  Dirk, but was a bit more serious as he said to Roy,..i meant getting some of that purple Blood  mixed  with yours?...you start chainging?.. QM would have to make a special helmet for you...

 Two  sailors from the QM  came in.. Shadow pointed to the Body.what you want done  with the Body?

  LC  Shrugged,..as the foundry guys  if they can burn it... if not.. launch it out an ejection tube..

 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>shadow, Roy   Med tech

  The  cash slashers, didn't need to cut the arm off... they  Downloaded the Creds... As the Foundry workers  strolled back in.

  THe Foreman didn't want to dump the body in the  mix  now... so they went to the ejector crammed  MC-1 in and fired him off, like a bag of ashes.

-----> From Morris Shed

After a few moments the elevator doors opened and he started to feel the familiar heat, a slight grin came upon his face as he made his way closer to the foundry doors before casually making his way inside.

  the    broad shouldered men and women  would  with the   cherry red Metal... running them through forms  to shape Plates and I beams.

 Two   crucibles  were   hot  and  ready for pouring... Smaller crucibles were  around to  pour into Blade  and   other . smaller  needs...

  a Pile of scrap with SSN markigns  was  Present, waiting  for thier  turn  to be melted  down.

Zob took a deep breath and stepped forward inside to find the foreman or Jonesy so he could see if he could lend a hand down here.

    The Foundry Foreman  met Zob,..hey... Dennis  Flint.. I'm the New  foreman.. we lost a few  folks when the  Creshian Parasite  shuttles hit... but  the crew here is damn good...   CAptain Morris  said  you were coming  down?..  what can we do for you>

Zob looked at the people working then back to Dennis, "I'm looking to help out here if you have work available, i have plenty of experience working down here"

   The   Foreman Looekd around,   he whistled,..Jonesy!.. Com 'ere...

 a  broach shoudlered  fellow ( heck they all were down here!) he   took the  silvered  heat suti  head gear off, sweat still covered him,

 Hey!..Zob?... wow...  what's up?

 ..he's looking for  work?

 well?.. sure.. we can use  what he can help with.. um.. you need to sign  up for the Union though.. we have to keep our ranks tight.. Damn EDT bastards  keep trying to   wedge scabs in so they can lower our pay and health stuff? he smiles,..I just happen to be the steward.

Zob shrugs a bit but he does what he needs to do, "Sure i can do that... good to see you among the living"

 Jonsey  motions  him to a stand Up  desk that has a Lid  that   lifts up...He gets out    a  Booklet,..here ya Go.. You sign there... your pay will start at 20 creds an Hour.. Union dues  are 10 creds  a month... it may seem like a small thing.. but it keeps these folks secure ..and thier families..

 He  Nods to the Big Furnace,we got a Big  Vent Blade that need poured...  If you're  ready, You can help with  the Ladel?...  grab a suit  and head gear..and ..yeah.. ya hafta wear it..Union  rules..


 as they walked over his smile  fades a bit.....See that shiney new  Plate section there?.. Damn parasite shuttle rammed us there.. then them damn UES poured in.. Mitch was on  the shift then, he ordered the    two Ladles  to  be dumped... Killed  about  3/4s of the Bugs.. screwed up the Dec alot.. but then  SEC  came throught eh door  and began to  gun the bastards  down...  we  fought with sledges  , shoves...  Tommy Hines?.. he was  out stand Up sandbalster..  turened the sandblaster on them, tore the damn living hells out of the things.. but the got him  when the  abbrasive ran out.. we lost about half the people on the shift..hard to get replacements.. I guess   the UEs  attacked  most of the engine rooms?...and?  all foundries  are     at the bottom of the  engine rooms...

 ..that Big gun..Garrat?.. coems  down.. forges  some stuff.. gives  us  a hand now  and then... if we ever get back to  Fuji, I think we'll get lots of  folks who wanna  work here.

Zob saw no problem with the terms and signed on the dotted line then went over and got suited up, "They got Mitch eh?.... poor bastard" he said simply as he moved into position to get ready to work.
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 he stood  near  the     rack with the suits  were,..Yeah..  he  took out..what?.. about  500 of those damn Beetle  things...   one od the humanoid types   saw he  and  Gunned him down..  MArines took  care of the Bug... but.. by the  time anyone got to the  catwalk?.. It ws too  late... Admiral did some stuff for the family... They're set up pretty good on Fuji..but.. i think his wife  would rather have Mitch back... he Got the  ESN Gold Star for Civies, as  HAck said the UE could have  crippled the ship if they would not have been stopped.

   as they walked to the Ladle   Jonesy  Introduced   Zob around..... Right.. so  we got  Zob to help us  pour?.... we  got  Menny  and  Laia  up on the  form  to   run the   form up the track?... Just keep it smooth.. don't  jerk the chains.. this ain't the first one we poured  so?.. lets get it  done  .. we  got engineers that want to put this onm while we are still docked.

Zob got into position ready to pour... ready when they were, "Not my first rodeo Jonsey i got this"

..Right!..lets make some of  those tinker boys  happy... GO!..the   job wasn't   real easy.. keeping the flow   smooth  while the two 'top rats'   watched the  form  fill up, trying to make  sure there wasn't too much  extra.. .. 15 minutes  of  should  , back and Legs   as the   form round   under the ladle to be  filled, when it   was   done   Laia   shouted..."DONE!!"

 and the chains   we   loosened , while what was  left of that soup settled   down into the bottom.

 Benny gave a Thumbs up,..Looks  damn good Boss..  only have a little bit of Flash to grind  away!..should be  ready in an Hour..

 Joensy took his   head gear off..great  will call them when  its  cooled  down...  let them know we poured it.

 he turns to Zob,..thanks...If you have the  time  we have some  Plates to pour  and roll? we can get maybe 8 done  this shift... but if you help  we might be able to  get 12? 15?

Zob wiped the sweat from his brow before looking to Jonesy, "Should be no issue at all, nothing wrong with being ahead of the quota... LETS GET IT DONE!" Zob said as he got in position to pour those plates singing a tune he remembered from his days as a young lad.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPTCq3LiZSE
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  for the next two hours  the   ladles    were Poured  from a  cherry red, to a Dull Ornage, the   were sent    down the Rollers  to be  sheared by massive  Blades

 some of the  workers   Picked up the song, the sound of the  Shear almost keeping time.. when the   second ladle  was emptied, they had  made  18  Plates  for the  Hermes  to store  for the next battle...

 Over head  cranes  lifted them  as labors marked  them  with thinck crayon that  melted on..the date  and time.


  Jonesy  took off the head Gear again, Damn Fine  work... he offered his had to Zob....Everyone  ..15 minutes.. then we'll load  the  Scrap into the  ladles...
..Hey?  Finit?  call the Tenders,, we're gonna need some more scrap.. we're gonna clear the flor in about 2 hours.
 he hit his COM,

 He waved  Zob over  as  he grabbed a soda  from the machine and sat down...damn hard work.. but we need plates  for when we get hit..

Zob felt a bit accomplished he moved over to where Jonesy was and grabbed a drink also, "Ill help down here as much as a i can Jonesy until i'm called to action... you folks are the only ones that don't hate me on principal" it was rather nice to be around a group that accepted him.
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  Jonesy    just waved it off...most of these   folks down here... we  don't know what the 9 hells  is  going on.. we know  we  won, when  the LC calls  down  for the After party..


  everyone else  see the Vids.. or   see the boarders.... so we gotta  figure, if  some one comes   down here?.. they've been cleared..ya know?

 he pointes  with the Bottle to the shiny new plates on the wall,.. Gotta  admit though.. if a Bug would ever come down here.. went  greet him with a  pry bar, or Pipe  Wrench... or bottle  sorta got full  as far as they go...

Zob gave him a i guess kinda look with a shrug, "If a bug comes down here it wouldn't get very far i assure you of that" He said pointing to his large warhammer sitting off to the side, "A knife isn't always effective against the hard shell of a bug."
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 Jonesy   chuckled,..they sure  don't like heat.. the   bust open like  Chestnut in a bonfire...

 ..now?..I'm not nilitary... never been to Boot camp and all.. but you can bet, that isn't that last  time  we see those  parasite shuttles.. I'd  hate to think what would  happen, if  even one of those  damn things hit teh Civie section and  broke through  into the park.. all those people trapped in that  bunker.. it scares me  to even think about it.

Zob shrugged a bit, "It's why you need to have a contingency plan in order... a fail safe that you can use if such a thing happens... its sometimes best to assume the worst so you are ready for it when it does come."

    Jonesy pointed over to the lockers. each Locker  had a holster on the  door.. some holsters  were empty some has  sidearms in.

  well they  found out the hard way, on The Hades, that  having  sidearms on foundry workers isn't a smart thing... powercells get heated and go critical..  they lost 27 people in  two seperate  explosions ..so , the Admiral  has  us    put  our  weapons belts in the lockers, but.. our  sidearms  in the holsters..  reasoning that  we can get to the  lockers   and grab a gun  if  we are  boarded... during action there  is always a squad  of MArines here.

Zob sighed, "I would of found that a bit obvious Jonesy that having charged power cells near extreme heat would have disastrous results... off topic but what else do we need to get done down here still?" he asked taking a look around.
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   He waves to the  Vent  that was  slowly making its  was to the stern on the track. we're  going to   vent that    in the  Black in about 6 more minutes... cools it down fast.. with out use of   water..helps  keep the   Integrity  and all that... then it will come  back in and we'll have to  break down the form se  we can Grind the son of a bitch  to the specs the   egg  heads  want.. after that.. it  will go back out  and the  Engineers  will install it... not somethign I'd wanna do...Floating around in the Black   with a   Chunk of   metal  4  stories   long and   2 stories high...

 .. By then, th New Plates  should be racked  and   we'll pour some more...... we also Got    balcksmiths  pounding out     boarding Blades..they have  those   smaller  Ladles  there  with higher great  alloys...

 we're Gonna grind to a halt   after  we  pour the  next  run of plates though, until a Tender gets here  with scrap.

Zob checked the clock then looked to Jonesy, "After these next set of plates gonna have to bail out of here, gotta finish up some stuff"

..You bet.. you helped us   to be sitting pretty.. if a tensder gets here, we could be a day ahead of schdule... well.. Until the next battle.

 the labor  folks  were  scraping   the  plate  forms s  ans   were almost done  as the    forms    rolled back   down to the  Ladels

Zob then cracked his knuckles and got started suiting back up now that the break was coming to a end, "We should get this done... ready when you are Jonesy"
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  Josney   finished off the  soda  and  Put the bottle in the rack,..right.. got  about another Minute or so before the 'ready bell' Goes off...    as he stood up,  he zipped up his   suit, and  carried the head gear with him.

 the   Light  came on, and people took thier Postions.. Jonesy  smiled in his head gear..alright      HOT SOUP!..Lets pour! and the first  ladle  swung into postion    folks crabbed the chains   and began to tilt into the forms...  about  30 Minutes later..  there were 16 more plates... there was some trouble on the  tractor belt, but they worked  around it.

Zob busted his ass and when they finished the last of the plates he turned to Jonesy, "Alright Jonesy I gotta get heading out now... ill be back in tomorrow if im not called off to do other things" Zob then returned the suit to its proper place and grabbed his gear and clocked out.

-----> To Doc Henry's Office

-----> From Rec Dec

After a bit of wandering around Zob returned to the one place he felt comfortable at and that was The Foundry he liked the heat of the furnace and the people he worked with... he then made his way inside and decided he wanted to put in some work, "How we doing on plates?" he asked wanting to get an assessment of the days work load.

  The Foreman  came up with a Big smile,..Plates?.. we gott get alot of the ready, Everytie we  get underway, we have to be prepared for battle, and the Damages that go with it?.. so we'll be pouring  Daage contol plates  to day.. then move to Hull plate  tomorrow.

Zob listened to the Foreman's task order and nodded, "Sounds good, is Jonesy in by chance?" he asked as he glanced over to his near always empty locker.

  The Forman Looked at his Vidboard,..he'll be here in about  15v minutes..New shift starts  then.. last  shift was  spend  melting  down scrap.

Zob glanced at the clock and then back to the Foreman, "Well then that leaves me 15 minutes to get ready to pour some plates, ill be joining you all for this shift unless a emergency comes up" he then walked over to the locker and deposited his sidearm then got the suit ready he would need to be pouring the molten iron the good side about this is that it got him money and kept him in good shape.
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  Jonsy shouled    up along  with  6 other   Civies who were  starting  the 'night shift'

  ..Hey!..Zob Man... you ready to pour Plates?..I have a bet going with teh  Foreman from the Achillies  That we can pour30  damage control grade plates  in one  shift.. he says the best they ahve down  wa 21

Zob was just getting done suiting up to work when he heard Jonesy speak up behind him, "Yep... Unless i am called into action but that is the standard protocol" he shrugs as he closed the locker and turned to face Jonesy, "Things have been pretty tense as of late so will see how much we can get done with the time allotted to us"

  The Foreman Gathered  the Crew  and Zob together,Alight?..  we gonna  set up  the  Cauldrons to On either side of the Plate Lines?.. the  Cauldron to the    right?,  ,#1..is   arleady   full of  soup.... the One On the  Left, #2  is about ready?..now?... we got a Tellow  light  in the offcie today..that means   an action might be coming up..which means.. we'll need  the   Damage Control Plates  first.... we will  worry about  replacement  plates Later.. we got an 8 hour shift, ... so we shoudl be able  to turn  out at plates  12 plates  per Cauldron.... We called in some guys  for OT..amd  hot the  Union to  waier some Civies  who need the creds as well....here's what's   gonna HAppen....

 Pointing to Caldron 1...as soon as the whistle goes off.. we start pouring Forms  from   Caldron one..we're gonna  cheat a bit, leave   some in the  pot to keep it hot.. then roll it back... the  extra  people are Gonna load  scrap into  it, even while its on its  way back on teh track, to save some time....

 ..we'll do the same   with #2.... after  #2  is  poured,   you guys  will take 30 minute Lunch then,  #1  will be ready.. byt the time  #1  is poured,  #2  should be ready... we'll empty the   buckets  the second time,  that should   give us  13  damage control plate , each..on the second  pass... we  we  could end up with 50 total?.. then we have to shut  down , and rid  for action./..work fast..work hard, but  don't get hurt... onbe of those plates isn't worth one of you guys..

Zob listened to the Foremans instructions, "Understood, then lets get to it" he said excitedly ready for a fast paced day pouring.

Zob once the prep talk was over got into position on the line, "Alright Jonesy ready to win that bet?" he smirked as he waited for the whistle.
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  the whistle Blew  , the crew clocked on  and went to thier stations, the   forms began  to   roll out  as the    Caoldron mpved foreward  to  be  tilted.

 The Fore man stayed on the  Floor   watching  the workers  so no one  did  anything stupid.

 Above them , at the end of the  rollers,  a pair of   laborers    hooked the forms to  the  Over eha d Crave, then Help   Guide the Forms   into the racks.

Once everything was in place Zob called out, "Hot soup!" then carefully began to pour the cauldron from number one into the forms making sure to leave some left in the cauldron as instructed for the scrap people to load when they sent it back down the line.
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 each form that was    filled   cranked  forward, then the  cauldron was  pulled  back.. when they  were filled,  it  went  Forward again

  after  6 passes  , then  Guy on the Bridge  waved the   Bucket back, while smaller   swing  cranes  began to  load  more  scrap.

   then the   team swung to  the   left side  to get the  Next Bucklet Going..after  another  hour, the  2nd  Bucket  was emptied to the Bit of   soup left.

   The Foreman  waved them to go  to lunch.

Zob wiped the sweat from his brow and made his way down to his locker and grabbed a snack for lunch, "So Jonesy how are things?" he asked making small talk.

   the  Guys   sat down, the foreman Brought open a   football  drink  container and a Bag of  cup,

  ..Ice  water... amke  sure you hydrate

 Jonesy  smiles  as he  draw   a cup of Ice water to go with a  Pre wrapped Burger...not bad?..  we've been  busy..tryign to  make Hull plates... youc am always tell when we are getting ready for a  fight though, when they start having us  mix   soup for Damage Control platers.

Zob grabbed himself some ice water and sat with Jonesy, "Its a bit more complicated for me though as ill be on the front lines again... it gets old being shot at sometimes its why i like to work down here it helps me unwind..."
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  after  making sure the crww drank  enougb water.. the  first   caildron  was flashing again...

 the  Team moved up to pour..this  time  , they emptied the two cauldrons ..suing the last of the  soup in both caldrons, they poured  1 plate  extra.. for  51

 ..You guys  did  real good,  we'll use the  Civies  that volunteered  , to clean the place up.. take the rest of the  shift off...

-----> From Field

Zob had the battle with the Verian's on the mind it wouldn't be long until they would have to go and fight again and he wanted to be ready, he took a step forward and felt the familiar heat of the foundry he enjoyed quite a bit when he arrived he looked for the foreman about getting some axe molds poured.
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  Mitch ( the forman Mitch)  was  sitting at a desk on't eh floor  checking off  boxes  for 'plates poured' and ' I beams poured"

 He waved ay Zob, it was  as quiet as the foundry could be..only on ladle running.

Zob smirked at seeing Mitch, "Heya Mitch its been a while, say is it possible the guys could pour me some axe molds? you will be paid of course" he was curious if they would be able to do that for him at this time.

   Mitch Looked up,well?   now's the best time.. we're  caught  up on Plates..or almost..we  even  poure a few  hundred  I beams   for shorlign up  Bulk heads and such.... You lookign at   Heads?.. or   'one piece  pours ' ..hollow or  smooth   handles?.. what do you need..

Zob smiled a bit, "Tomahawks as you humans call them, i need 8 axe heads and 6 hollow metal handles to fit them... think you can accommodate that request?"
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   well... we'll need  to set up  molds.. the    Handles   we  can pour around a pipe....witht he cast in the middle to keep it hollow?

  yhou have an idea.. or  do you  want to  draw one up...hardest thing with be  setting the molds...afte that, a few minutes  pours,  couple hours to cool?

 caost will be cheap...about 10 Creds  per ? Since  were makign them with the  steel on hand?

Zob nodded and took a few minutes and drew up a quick design for him showing Mitch just what he had in mind, "I think this should be sufficient" he then handed Mitch a pink 100 cred bill.

 ..Get Blake and Mattsie out here.. I need a  Mould set...about 10 yards  look for  weapons... he closed his  Coms.. a Big  Guy and a Little  came  Out. The Big  guy, Blake began to study the Pic, and  Mattie started  hammering  in   bound on a slight  rounded   metal  car...

  once the  boards  were on  place  be began to pour  it  full of form  foam.... Mitch  Brought  out   the  carving   tools.

Zob took the opportunity to move off to the side out of the way to watch the guys work, he wasn't efficient in the whole mold forming process but he was well trained in the pouring process but if he watched he could learn a thing or two.

 It took Mattsie  a good  20 minutes  to  fill the  frame box with the foam... then Blake   began to out line the   weapons in the foam. He allowed a couple  feet  from each weapon.

 another  10 Minutes , he had them all laid out.  and then began to   cut  into the  fam with the specialized tools.

  the double checked the  for the  thickness of the  blades, and the  cylindrical  handles, Mattsie  came back  with  Pipe 'handles' for  Blake to use .

  Mitch smiled at the  pair as he said to   Zob,..those pipes  will be  eaten by the steel, but it  will add a mor ...composite.. to the  hanled,, the  Heads of the wapons  will be poured first and allow the  steel to   flow into the handles , thus making them 'pure ' steel from the ladle.

Zob nodded, "Sounds like a plan Mitch" he was watching so he could learn in case if he wanted to give it a shot next time he was in the foundry but that would have to wait until after the upcoming conflict.

 Blake's  skill at  cutting out the   molds  were   effortless, once the   forms  were set, he  sprayed the  inside  of the  forms.

 Mattsie  said, spraying them  seals  off  air holes , soe the metal   flows  where it's suppsoed to go. It saves  alot of time  in grinding later...

 they  pushed the  cart over to the LAdel

Zob nods, "Makes sense" he then looked over to Blake, "You have a skilled hand for cutting its impressive to say the least" he complimented his work as he followed as far as he could before he couldn't go any further due to not wearing the proper PPE.

 I always  wanted to   be  an artist, but my father  said tehgre was more creds in  metal for   Cap Ships... he was right?.. but?  doesn't  do me much good out here....still? we  get small jobs like this one in a while, that i can  use  my  skils on..

 Mattsie  had a Long handed   ladle, he held it out as he stood on the form. Blade   let the sluce gate open ,  the smaller man   filled  the  ladle   and  poured the  further  axe first.. working his  way  back. housing  a   full ladel for each. Though the  man was small, his arms  were corded   as  he  moved the ladle as  one  might  a broom...another   15 minutes of this... and the Axes  were poure.

 Mitch smiles  at the Men, he   gives  Blake the Money,That's  from  The SGT here.. you two split it.. turning to Zob,we'll let the  set a   day, near the   starbard Stern..its the closest place in here...

Zob nods at Mitch, "Have them send me a com message when its ready to be picked up" he then looked to Mattsie and Blake, "I may have other jobs lined up for you in the future, but until then if you want to talk shop or anything or get a drink here is my com frequency" he then gave them his com frequency.