The Khajiit and the Rubber Maiden
[a] the prison around her grew increasingly stuffy, still trapped in the layered rubber, the welding of the gaps was nearing completion, yet not even the sparks made it to her sight.
Worlds Apart - Chapter Twenty One
Through the dark green filter of his welding helmet, he watched himself draw out yet another ugly weld against the metal surface. it had never seemed this difficult to him before - what was he doing wrong? "how's it going?"
No Chance, Ch 5
~and the bear is welding.~ she reminded herself. sometimes she wished that she'd just shut up and not complicate things even further for herself. "you're... welding." she spoke aloud before she could shut her mouth.
Hulled
He fired up the welder and tack-welded the patch in four places. his visor automatically adjusted its opacity shield him from the bright light. carefully he welded the patch all around its edge.
Clarity of Purpose (Welded Sunset)
~ Well above the discrete happenings of the base camp below, the broad winged eagle mech carefully balanced atop a fresh thermal updraft while waiting for the final phase of calibrations to conclude. His attentions, lazily darting about over the camp's...
Situational Awareness (Welded Sunset)
~ The massive bear mech, painted construction pylon orange, froze in place with the creeping and sudden realization that the current time of his chronometer did not match up with the experience and sensations at hand. There were no spears lanced...
Quiet Awakening (Welded Sunset)
~ From the current distance, the system's star was only a somewhat brighter speck from amongst the omnipresent sky of stars and empty. Just enough of the delicate beams of light from the distant furnace danced across the approximately blue surfaces of...
Stealth and Points (Welded Sunset)
~ The mechanical deer crouched low into the pile of broken frame panels, as concealed as anything seven meters tall could manage. Nearly all of her focus was on silence, with the remainder dedicated to the observation of the lanky coyote frame some...
Storm Spotted (Welded Sunset)
~ Well above the glimmer of ocean below, the mechanical condor gazed calmly out across the top of the hurricane as she lined up her approach for another run of scans with sensors to penetrate down into the depths of the clouds. The stars above were...
Concealed Youth (Welded Sunset)
~ The mechanical ferret, being the size of a small car excepting twice as long, made careful progress along the rafters that loomed above the sea of automation below. The factory had, for all that he'd ever seen, operated in a fully automatic state...
Saddle's Watch (Welded Sunset)
~ The lynx gazed into the campfire, and the pair of pots settled in atop the rack over it. The evening was, thus far, a calm one beneath the trees and stars. The saddle assembly rested against the trunk of a tree with its soft croon of some old banjo...
Downed Prey (Welded Sunset)
~ The lumbering bulk of the bear frame bounded up to the treeline heavily, each footfall of the mech's pace seeming to shudder nearby trees from the roots up. The much more limber wolf frame paced in place anxiously, looking about across the clearing...