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Lyere keeps clearing space, feeling a familiar tingle run up his spine as he moves one container. Curious, he slides the lid off and rummaging around before he takes hold of one of the crystals and brings it up to inspect. "Odd, everywhere I go there is some sort of chaos"
Lyere moves down to the hold, starting to clear away a few of the items to make more space as the ship jumps
He nods, picking up the pieces of the chainsword before heading into the hold he says "Engine's busted on this sword Carl, might've hooked it up wrong, but I'm not good with wiring" he smiles and nods to Hermes "Likewise"
Lyere sighs, rubbing his forehead and rolling up the schematic and tucking it into his spell component pouch 'What I wouldn't give for one of the Mechanus right now, as it stands I have no idea what Carl has done to it, but something in the engine is off' he thinks to himself, picking up his old bound sword from its place on the floor.
Lyere scratches his feathered head, starting to dismantle the guard from the blade in order to find out why Carl can't get it to work. As he does so, his eyes continually scan the blade and the engine for imperfections. "Curse the adeptus mechanus and their infernal writing, I can barely make heads or tails of these scribbles" he sighs "...If it isn't the hook-up, what could it be?"
He looks up from his work as Carl goes by, carrying the unfinished blade and schematic with him after he hears the words 'get ready' looking for a place to sit tight and continue working.
Lyere scrutinizes Carl's blade after hearing him say he isn't able to get it to work right. Sitting outside with it and going over the schematic for the blades, he inspects its hook-ups for any faults "Here?...no. No, not there either....hmmm" he mutters the schematic resting in his lap as he turns the chainsword over in his hands.
Carl works.... Time passese Lyere watches Carl work, leaning against a crate and occasionally piping up to show Carl what to do next.
"Start with the base, a good blade shape will do, just don't curve it and hollow out the inside so only one 'edge' and the two flat sides remain" he says this in a wise manner, waiting for you to get to it, and if you don't you have the feeling he'd start barking orders like a soldier would.
That'd be a good idea, but I'd have to train people how to not lop their own hands off maybe include a manual called 'Chainswords for Dummies' >:D
He nods "That's fair, although your helping with it this time, since it'll be your blade. It'll also be your job for any finishing touches you want on it."
He turns the blade off "Do you want one? I'm sure there's enough for a few more"
He re-makes the guard and hilt with the new material, coating the teeth in a mix of both to keep them strong, and taking a stencil he carves a silver-outlined black cross into the guard on both sides out of reflex. "All finished" he takes the blade, activating it as the blade whirs to life, swinging it away from Carl experimentally, the sword acting like an extension of his arm.
"Hey Carl, sorry to bug you and all, but since this is a mining ship you wouldn't happen to have diamonds would you?" "Thank you, stick around if you want to see the finished product" He moves back to the blade, melting the diamonds and coating the teeth of the saw chains, the guard and hilt are removed, and seeing the new material he looks stricken "Are you sure I can use this? I understand that its a good material, but are you sure?"
Lyere looks over the hilt of the weapon for any imperfections, upon finding none he fits the hilt over the exposed engine, connecting the switch to it as he does so. 'Looks like it's finished, something's missing though...' he scratches his head briefly, snapping his fingers as the idea of what's missing hits him. "Hey Carl, sorry to bug you and all, but since this is a mining ship you wouldn't happen to have diamonds would you?"
"I go a load, in the stores room, racks of Jig-a-picks, they got methanol gas motors in, ya can have one that's got a broken pick spike, save me fixing it."[/b] "That'll work for the moment, at least until I can fashion some sort of energy cell" he moves to the store room, taking the motor Carl mentioned and placing the wiring for the blade to the connections in the motor on one side "Now, for the hilt, before I put the finishing touches" he mutters, going back to the smelter and taking more molten steel to be forged
Lyere looks up from his work, in his feathered form once again as he attaches the two chainsaw belts into the base blade, looking for at least a serviceable power source or engine around the room "Carl, don't suppose you have a spare engine I could use or something? If this is mining equipment something in here should be usable. I can't create such a thing myself"
What god does he worship? Out of the five of them
He shrugs "Could try the sim room, I could show you the other realms, or Carl might need help with unloading if he hasn't finished already
"Heard what?" he smirks, feigning as if he hadn't heard you.
"Eh, you get used to it, makes for a good outing when their all in one room, all the underlings have to be present" he chuckles "Though the time Slaanesh flirted with me as both a male and a female was a little weird"
"There's more than one actually, I just happen to worship just one...against my will, but still" He thinks for a moment "No, five, I'm forgetting Malice. There's Tzeentch, Khorne the god of blood and war, Slaanesh the god/goddess of lust and desires, Nurgle the god of death and decay, and Malice...he just hates things and by things I mean everything"
"It's not in space. It's outside of it. It's outside of the universe itself. Vriskra told me a legend amongst her race- if you can somehow make it all the way through the dark tapestry, there are more universes to be explored. Not alternate versions of this one, but entire new ones." "Like mine?"
"I can see how dangerous that would be, though actively trying to kill things that enter is a bit much for a chaotic domain in space"
"...Hm...How is it worse than both our homes?"
His eyes widen a bit "That would've come in handy in my world"
He lands, folding his wings and watching her "Yeah, probably for the best, your not used to that form after all"
He nods "Just making sure you didn't hurt yourself, you did say you weren't sure how 'she' stops" he lets go, flying back a ways and looking at her "Now, are you sure your good?"
"Lesser Time Stop, comes in handy when you need it" He starts to hoist her up, flapping his wings as he does so
"This isn't good, Lesser Time Stop" the surroundings freeze as Lyere flies under Settro and up above her to try and hoist her in better position when the spell ends
He is knocked off balance when she flies into him, the dancing lights being dispelled as he flaps his wings as hard as he can to re-orient both of them "Need to work on your stops, but that was great otherwise"
He watches her, chuckling, the last leg of the course connected to his wing-tips. Spread to their full span to give the Shantak enough room.
Lyere catches up to settro for a moment before folding his wings a bit to gain speed, spreading his wings out before he casts dancing lights on his wings and makes a trail of rings and lines for you to maneuver through. Smirking at him/her with a look that says 'C'mon I dare you' as he waits near the end of the course.
"Girl, boy, who cares, lets fly" He lets his inner demon out, spreading his wings to their fullest and taking off after you
"Your on Shantak boy" He spreads his wings, grinning as well
He looks you over, nodding after a moment "Impressive"
I wouldn't be against the idea, may get along with the warrior, if not I could always fight the warrior and go nuts from all the chaos in the air. Gives me a reason to go human if either.
"Sounds interesting...what's a Shantak?"
"Oh, so what were you doing before you got here?"
"What do you mean 'for a change' you've been doing good lately"
"No, I suppose not. Unless you mean my feathers, their probably going to stay endless until either I die or not want to be in this form. Congratulations, Professor Settro" he smiles
"Your bored? I thought you'd be testing out new potions or something"
"Whatever's on your mind, somethings obviously bugging you, and it isn't my story"
"Are you sure you don't want to share now?"
He nods, leaving his silent question at Settro's earlier remark unsaid.
He obeys, keeping his eyes on the sword as memories flooded his mind, every dent and scratch, every blood smear, every life taken with that blade in the name of humanity. He drew from that as he started the tale. "I was young, about fourteen in mortal years, a bright student in the eyes of our mages and the Cult of Humanity. I had finished killing a horde of orks, brutish things, when things become much worse. The wretches had found one of the demonic artifacts and inadvertently summoned the demons of the warp...It was a slaughter, we were dying left and right and they just kept coming, by then only a few of us were left and then something invaded my head. I heard it whisper promises of greatness, how my comrades were holding me back, how I deserved better. I listened to it, I was battered and bruised and just wanted it to stop, the next thing I new I had cut down two of my friends, beheaded a third, and had my sword wrestled from me by the fourth. He stabbed me with it, and as I lay dying, I watched as demons tore into him." He breaths for a second, his whole body shaking before he continues "After that, I was awakened by a voice that said 'Welcome home my son' imagine my shock to be standing in front of Tzeentch. I shouted at him, cursed the demons, cursed the warp. But he just smiled, and turned me into the very thing I was taught to hate. This." he gestures to himself "And the rest is history. I got used to this after a while, but I still regret what I've done"
"...Huh...Oh, right, yes your right. I don't deserve to carry that after what I've done in any case. I can't use my powers with it though, the exact opposite in fact" his voice is low, solemn and regretful, though his face doesn't exactly show it clearly.
"Ok, I'll try" he taps his anti-psionics tattoo, a fail-safe to get rid of all his tattoos. His weapons fall onto the ground before he picks up his staff, holding it out to you. "Here, you hold on to this, I'll be less likely to use my powers without it" He glances back towards the ground, his gaze firmly locked on an ornate sword, blood crusted and smeared along the blade and golden hilt, a winged skull engraving staring back at him as if daring him to pick it up. |
