[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Flirting with Danger [Javelin] Dec 1, 2019 1:09:29 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Dec 1, 2019 1:09:29 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 1| Day 3
Carbine was a scavenger. He liked to take things and use it to make better more useful things. Sometimes in the process he does take actual useful things to make things useful to HIM, but... he was trying to be good and not take legit things out of the base for his own gains! He bartered, used stuff from the storage room that seemed dusty, sad, and abandoned, and had started a new fun habit of looking through junk yards when he was given opportunity to do so. While there was a risk of getting caught, the boons of what he found for his particular goals were hard to argue with.
The most recent find, was something he didn’t even know he needed until he saw it.
The Ex-Cop knew he wanted to do a lesson with Javelin, and while it had been a good while since he promised it, it never left the back of his processor. He just... he really wanted to figure out how to make the lesson more entertaining to her. Something with a bit more substance than 'sand the chunk of metal on the floor until its sharp' which was how 99% of all blades were made in Garrus. Carbine didn't want to devolve to such primitive methods, and wanted something a bit more valuable. Maybe something using real effort like a makeshift forge of some kind.
With this in mind, Carbine's processor bloomed into a flurry of ideas once he saw IT.
IT was a trailer that was meant to be pulled on the back of a car, but said trailer had some kind of tube thingy that looked like a weirdly chunky canon. What it was seemed pretty unknown, any number of human thing, but once Carbine looked inside, he could put together it was an intermediate sized concrete mixer. The thing looked relatively clean, its exterior only had smudges and dirt from being left outside in the junk yard, but the interior was a quarter filled with concrete, and a thick film that lined the inner walls.
It must have had electrical issues or something, stopped rotating, and the person opted to ditch it rather than pay to clean out the super deep slab of stone.
One humans loss... Carbine's gain...
With the super heavy painfully obnoxious trailer in hand, and procuring a few far more easy to obtain tools over the following weeks, Carbine finally scheduled that 'date' that had been joked about before to attempt to teach something he only had a rudimentary knowledge over.
Carbine was down in one of the routed rooms in the basement. It was barren and rather sad, nothing lined the walls but it had seen good foot traffic despite it. Used for practice, used for training, or in this case used to set up the world's most slap-hack forge. The disabled concrete mixer was left on its wheels, a rope tied off to one end to make it easier to drag around like a wagon, while some holes had been bored through its side in intermediate almost random locations. Metal pipes fed away from these, before hoses trailed from their ends over to a 120 gallon propane tank which was probably the LEAST honestly obtained portion of this adventure.
Beside the cobbled nightmare fuel setup sat some other supplies, and Carbine who was squatted down counting the supplies and thinking. Hoping he had everything for this totally not a 'date' date.