FIEF SAROLT: The North Wing, called The Ratworks
"I never even really liked rats that much. No rat-pets. Not even any rodent pets. My sister had ferrets. They were fun. But yeah, none for me, and yet here I am." Josh, or was it Sarolt? Patted their sizable rat-stomach while they toured the factory floor. A gaggle of rat-like mechanical golems clinked and scurried behind him... her? Them. The constructs couldn't speak, and even if they could Sarolt doubted that they had the mind for a decent conversation, but they could follow instructions well. They were good listeners. Sarlot need that right now.
Coming up next to a lathe, Sarlot knew instinctively how to use it, even though they had never used one in their previous life. Suddenly having the knowledge was uncanny. "They say that self-care is best-care. But, like... what does that even mean for me now?" Sarlot pulled the safety goggles over their face and mounted a length of raw metal into the lathe. "There's nowhere to go shopping. So no retail therapy. No internet, so I can't get lost in games. Not in the mood for books, and really not in the mood to go back to a warzone..." Sarlot knew where the others were: slogging around in jungles and swamps, looking for gods to kill. Josh had been to warzones. Shot at people, and been shot at. Bad memories. It wasn't fun, and it certainly wasn't self-care. Unless unhealthy habits counted: in which case they might as well just drown themselves in alcohol or drugs.
"Okay... you-" Sarlot pointed at one of the ratworks constructs as she ('he!'... so confusing) finished cutting a 5mm screw from raw iron. "-cut 56 of these. Then have them heat-treated in the arcane furnace." The rodent-shaped machine nodded and immediately got to work. Sarlot moved on, and the others continued to follow. "So anyway, I think I made like... two bits of furniture in my past life? They were functional, and I enjoyed the process. So why not get lost in my work? Is it healthy? I don't know. Maybe the new me is a workaholic?" Sarlot stopped and wheeled on one of the unthinking rat-bots. "-and speaking of the 'new me', who thought this was a good idea?!" Sarlot gestured to their entire selves, clearly frustrated. "Seriously! This is a video game, right? So why fat? And why a chick!? I mean, at least make me hot, right? Like, Gadget. Gadget was hot, and she was a mouse. Instead I'm... just a fat rat who happens to have different equipment. No material or mechanical difference I can see. Was it random? It had to be random." The construct just stared back, unblinking, which made Sarlot cringe a bit. "Okay, that's just... creepy. Moving on."
Coming to a massive mechanical device known as an auto-hammer, situated next to a forge, Sarlot pointed to a mess of scrap metal. "You, you, and you." Sarlot pointed at three constructs, including the creeper. "Break that scrap metal down into ingots, then use the auto-hammer and the roller to pull them out into 2mm sheets. Hand them off to the welding team when you're done." As the constructs jumped to their tasks, Sarlot pulled the creeper aside. "Wait one moment..." Reaching up, she ('they!') began pulling and pushing various facial features on the fake rat, until it had a permanent expression not unlike the stalker girlfriend meme. Wide eyes. Massive smile. "Your name is Creeper from now on. Congratulations. I 'hath named thee. Now get to work." Completely uncaring on the inside, yet looking like a manic mad-rat on the outside, Creeper immediately set to melting-down scrap metal. The sight of their fire-lit faces enhanced the effect, and Sarlot had to suppress a shiver that ran down their spine and all the way to the tip of their tail.
"So anyway..." The procession continued on like that, until dozens of constructs were busy at work. The sounds of their labors filled the manufactory, and yet Sarlot knew that what they were up to was only a fraction of what the massive facility was capable of.
"Therapy time." Sarlot had set themselves up in a more personalized workstation on a raised dais in the middle of the factory floor. The position gave them a commanding view of the entire space, and it was also outfitted with every tool and bit of gear they could ever need, including the infamous [Murine Satchel], which Sarlot had emptied-out and sorted onto a tool rack next to an adjustable armature that was currently set to a size and shape that matched their own.
A number of finished parts were delivered to Sarlot, who then took measurements and began riveting, screwing, and welding them together on the armature. "Self care is about doing things for yourself, really. So, the first thing I'm going to make? It's going to be for me."
Sarlot is going use the [The Ratworks], the [Ratwork] ability, the [Exosmithing] skill, and the [Murine Satchel] to build a light XO for themselves.
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