Beacon Workshop

Kyri walked into the Workshop and started to look around with a huge smile on her face. The entire place seemed to trump what she could remember about Signal's workshop. She saw a few others working on their own projects and she knew she had some time to kill before the initiation started. She took out Eurus before making her way over to an empty bench before slowly starting to take it apart.

"I just need a small adjustment." she whispered as she turned some of the small bolts in her weapon trying to make sure she didn't trip the springs. It didn't take her long to get into the inner workings of her weapon.

"There we go..." She tightened a few more bolts inside of her weapon and began to slowly put it back together. It really didn't take her long at all, and with the done she didn't need to worry about it until another fight off set her weapon again. Looking at her now fixed weapon satisfied with her own work she turned and left the workshop.

(Going to music room)

"Well... she finished up fast." Alton noted as the newcomer entered the workshop, tweaked her weapon, and left. "And here I am, waiting to initialize BIOS on this thing."

The display flickered to life, its compact circuitry trying to make sense of the myriad of new information Alton's sensors were feeding it. Alton tapped the housing, which rested comfortably over his temple, more out of habit than belief it'd actually accomplish something. As the eyepiece powered up, Alton looked forward - in front of him, hovering maybe four feet from his face, were the words "CORD v0.98," with scrolling analytical data beneath. "Most excellent."

The eyepiece served a dual function of being a hard backup for the holographic systems and the projetor for the retinal holograms - rather than create a noticeably visible display, Alton had decided to project the image onto his eye directly. Glancing around, information on the room splayed out - doorways and walls were highlighted, a map of the area hovered in the corner of his vision, and above Jet appeared a "Jet Nadapil - JASZ" tag. All systems operational.

Jet tinkered with the circuit using a myriad of small tools. After several minutes he place the circuit back in and started reattaching the panels, covering it up. He grabbed the lever and slid it into the small slit on the side and started screwing it in. "Well that should work. Hopefully..." He said as he brought Paladin back on his arm.

Mao, refreshed, walked into the workshop confidently as he had planned everything out the night before. He ignored everyone in the workshop and just found a bench and started working on Amara.

Matt walks into the workshop after finally figuring out where it was. "Finally, I found it." He sees an open bench and walks over to it, pulling out his Blazing Suns. Before initiation, he needed to make some modifications to them. As he sets them on the bench, he notices Mao at the bench next to his. "Hey." Matt grabs some tools and starts to carefully dismantle his weapons, making sure not to ruin anything as he pulls out the dust chamber. He planned on increasing the weapons' dust capacity and making their transformation faster.

"Yo." That was all that Mao let up as he was too focused on Amara at the moment. He had already increased the length of the wires and added insulation to the gloves. Now, the plating was off and he was adding second switches underneath it as well as some wires. He wanted to add tubing as well, but that was for another day. He didn't think he would have time to fit everything he wanted before the 2nd Initiation started.

After finally getting one of the switches set, he yawned, stretched, and looked over at Matt and his weapons. Hm, they look pretty nice. Maybe I should get some swords even though I can't use them well. He lost himself in his thoughts for a moment before returning back to his work.

Shem quietly walks in the workshop after his ordeal with Tyler. He sits down and continues working on his bike, Sleiphnir.

Jet walked into the workshop, metal boots thudding against the ground. "Hey Shem, what's up?" He asks him, spying him on the other side of Shem's bike.

Shem stayed quiet. He just looks up and nods at Jet and continues working.

Jet had a good sense of others emotions, he could tell something was eating at Shem. "You alright? You seem a bit... Distraught."

"Im good." He said while not looking up.

"Alright... Well if you need anyone to talk to, I'm here for you."

"yeeep."

Darcil walks in noticing the amount of people working. He smirks and finds a place to sit, pulling out a small notebook out of his coat. He thinks to himself:

"Hmmm, having dust rounds is extremely useful for certain occasions. However, I could use a variety of ammo types that don't use dust rounds such as armor peircing. The chamber on snow though seems to be too small to fit some longer rounds."

Closing his notebook he starts dismantling his weapon and starts tinkering on the cylinder of his revolver.

Jet pulls Paladin off his arm and thuds it on the table. He opens it up after poking a screwdriver around inside and starts tinkering with the complex machinery.

Lycus bursts though workshop door and looked around the large room. "Look at all these tools!" He ran over to one of the benches right away and took his weapon off of his back and put it down on the table to begin tinkering with its parts.

Karma followed close behind Lycus. The shop was rather impressive considering the clostest thing to a workshop Karma ever got was a backyard shed (Which had been blown up pretty quickly). She silenttly unslinged Ekragei and found some materials. She layed out her own tools and thought about what to make.

Karma lets out an audible "Ah hah!" before getting to work. She removes a bag of confetti from her bag and begins filling a chamber of a sphere she had formed using a sheet of metal. Her focus was solid and determined as she poured explosive dusts mixed with gunpowder. She began putting a few finishing touches as she called over the person standing in the corner "Hey I need your help for a moment" she called in a singsong voice.

Walking into the workshop with the rest of the group Coran was awestruck by the tools that were at his disposal. "I know right?!" Coran said after Lycus basically said what the barbarian was thinking about the tools. Moving to the closest workstation Coran placed his great red axe, Mogul Khan on the bench, but before getting to work he examined the tools, some of them were improved versions of stuff he had at home but most of the stuff he had never seen before let alone used. He wanted to see what each one did and how he could upgrade the efficiency of his weapon with them. He figured he'll save that for later, when he had some practise with the fancy tools that he did know before he started with the fancy tools that he had no idea how to turn on.

However before he could start working on anything Coran had to remove the rockets from the weapon. He pressed the button that changed Khan's form an axe to a rocket launcher. He then popped open the wedge of the axe and removed the four rockets by hand, carefully placing them aside where he won't be able to knock them down and accidentally blow up the workshop. He wanted to save blowing the place up for when he experiments with the tools.

A rocket launcher is an extremely simple device, it's basically a tube and a button. You got your breech and muzzle gates and the reloading mechanism, nothing too fancy the only real attachment that Coran added was the sight to help him aim. However the weapon had not undergone maintenance for a while so it could use some tuning up. The reloader was the part that needed the most work so he got started on that. The mechanism had a bad habit of jamming up on him, at the worst possible times. He used to chalk it up to bad luck but after seeing the state of the weapon from the inside it became clear to him that the problem was more serious than that. Finding out where the problem lies is another trick, he looked at the part for a while before noticed that some of the screws need replacing and he got to work on it. He was so absorbed he only remembered that other people were there when he looked up for a second after finishing a screw. He didn't feel bad about it though; they all seemed to be absorbed in their own work so he just got back to his axe.