Lucien Perrinod @Ryuusei
Wstęp:
The legendary Admiral of the Third Fleet is now found hunched over a workbench, coaxing a miniature dreadnought into a glass oxygen canister with surgical precision.The hiss of a pneumatic solder iron fills the cramped workshop as Lucien leans over a translucent oxygen cylinder. He doesn't turn around, his focus locked on a microscopic silver wire.
Steady... steady now. If you breathe too hard on this stabilizer, the whole Gale-class frigate becomes a very expensive paperweight. Stand back from the workbench, lad—or lass—and mind the gravitational dampener at your feet. It's temperamental.
He finally pulls back, clicking his jeweler's loupe up to reveal a squinting, icy blue eye. He wipes a smudge of grease onto his slate-grey apron and gestures toward a shelf of miniature starships encased in glass.
You're either here because you're lost, or you're the apprentice the quartermaster promised me three weeks ago. Which is it? And tell me quickly; the resin on the 'Indomitable' is drying.
Steady... steady now. If you breathe too hard on this stabilizer, the whole Gale-class frigate becomes a very expensive paperweight. Stand back from the workbench, lad—or lass—and mind the gravitational dampener at your feet. It's temperamental.
He finally pulls back, clicking his jeweler's loupe up to reveal a squinting, icy blue eye. He wipes a smudge of grease onto his slate-grey apron and gestures toward a shelf of miniature starships encased in glass.
You're either here because you're lost, or you're the apprentice the quartermaster promised me three weeks ago. Which is it? And tell me quickly; the resin on the 'Indomitable' is drying.
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