Glade 35th, 4623
After wiping out an encampment of Raiders and finding his stolen goods, Arkash and Luna took their time browsing all the goods the bandits had gathered over their years. There was plenty to see and wonder, but without space in the cart to fit it all, it was bound to remain there in the camp.
Izzy and Bants would appreciate a barrel or two of water,he imagined, but the rest of the goods and nick nacks the outlaws had gathered were purely monetary, or at least appeared to be for the sake of selling. Arkash had no use for the money, but did spend quite a bit of time inspecting the chariots the raiders had left behind.
In no time at all, he'd assessed the chariot in the best condition, and was on his way to salvaging the comparably better parts from the other vehicles. It came to him almost intuitively, as though he was able to study and measure each piece with his eyes and determine the quality, along with where it was supposed to be bolted and how securely. Before long, two of the three chariots were in pieces over the tiled floor while the third was gradually restored.
The tent they stored their chariots in also appeared to be some sirtof armory, As a number of pistols abs rifles lines racks made with scrap metal, with boxes of ammunition stacked atop each other beside them. It made sense, Arkash determined while he screwed in another bolt to secure the newly refurbished engine. If the raiders were going to ride out, they wanted to be armed while they did so, it just made sense to be efficient.
He looked up at Luna then as he stood up and moved to collect a piece of the plating from the floor. "You like the bow?" He asked while he eyed the rifle she'd taken from her captor. "Those things have one Bel of a kick," he began with a turn of his claw. "Ever shoot one before?" He quizzed as he positioned the plate upon the chasis, then fetched his oddly-shaped black wrench to fix a nut to the bolt near the top.
"Deadlier than an arrow, I find. The bullet ricochetes on the skeleton, ruins everything it travels through... 'Course, you can make it fly clean through with a little more gunpowder in the charge..." he trailed on in thought.
After wiping out an encampment of Raiders and finding his stolen goods, Arkash and Luna took their time browsing all the goods the bandits had gathered over their years. There was plenty to see and wonder, but without space in the cart to fit it all, it was bound to remain there in the camp.
Izzy and Bants would appreciate a barrel or two of water,he imagined, but the rest of the goods and nick nacks the outlaws had gathered were purely monetary, or at least appeared to be for the sake of selling. Arkash had no use for the money, but did spend quite a bit of time inspecting the chariots the raiders had left behind.
In no time at all, he'd assessed the chariot in the best condition, and was on his way to salvaging the comparably better parts from the other vehicles. It came to him almost intuitively, as though he was able to study and measure each piece with his eyes and determine the quality, along with where it was supposed to be bolted and how securely. Before long, two of the three chariots were in pieces over the tiled floor while the third was gradually restored.
The tent they stored their chariots in also appeared to be some sirtof armory, As a number of pistols abs rifles lines racks made with scrap metal, with boxes of ammunition stacked atop each other beside them. It made sense, Arkash determined while he screwed in another bolt to secure the newly refurbished engine. If the raiders were going to ride out, they wanted to be armed while they did so, it just made sense to be efficient.
He looked up at Luna then as he stood up and moved to collect a piece of the plating from the floor. "You like the bow?" He asked while he eyed the rifle she'd taken from her captor. "Those things have one Bel of a kick," he began with a turn of his claw. "Ever shoot one before?" He quizzed as he positioned the plate upon the chasis, then fetched his oddly-shaped black wrench to fix a nut to the bolt near the top.
"Deadlier than an arrow, I find. The bullet ricochetes on the skeleton, ruins everything it travels through... 'Course, you can make it fly clean through with a little more gunpowder in the charge..." he trailed on in thought.
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