[ 001 | VIDEO | Forward-dated to April 5th ] tl;dr he makes a gun and thinks about jobs

[spah]

[The video starts shaky before Engineer pulls away and into focus. He stands up. and steps away. The video is set on a desk watching a table from across, with a cloth covering something roughly two feet tall. The walls are covered pinned-up blueprints. Some light from the blood red Sanguis moon just barely trickles out of the blinds in the corner. There's enough "normal" light in the room that it doesn't look like a complete horror show, at least.

Engie steps to the side. He's wearing a plain shirt with his overalls, both already dirty from grease and motor oil. He looks to his personal device's camera with a grin.]

I was thinkin' of using this thing as a video log for personal notes. But I figure this is worth sharin'.

[If you've never heard or met Engineer before, this is an extremely Texan accent. He lifts up the cloth. It's!!! A box. A tool bx. Not that interesting, until Engie hits a button behind the box, and suddenly it pops open and starts folding in on itself, transforming into something. It doesn't take long. It's a gun. A tiny, mounted gun. It beeps to life, and the top starts moving, swiveling and surveying back and forth. Engineer barks out a big, excited laugh, followed by a Very Big Yeehaw.]

Saddle my back and call me a horse!

[He claps the top of the sentry gun, looking damn pleased with himself, and looks back to the camera.]

This here's a tripod-mounted little ol' number I designed back home. S'posed to be a miniature version of the sentries I usually work with, but it builds faster and makes a helluva lot of trouble. Cute little thing, ain't it? [He chuckles.] I've been wantin' to rebuild some've my old kit back home. And damn if it didn't work! Made some upgrades, too - hell, it doesn't even need bullets anymore! It's energy now!

[Engie sits down on a stool nearby. He rubs as a shoulder as he watches his sentry turn back and forth. His excitement finally settles a little, and he sighs, contended.]

Heh. Don't know why the hell I didn't think of that when me 'n the boys got all those space guns back home. This planet's technology could talk a dog off a meat wagon.

So. I'm workin' on rebuildin' my big sentries. Got a LOT of other ideas, too... but not nearly enough supplies yet. Reckon I gotta get a real job around here. [He looks back to the camera.] Thinkin' Level 2 might want a mechanical engineer. Hell, maybe that Buwan's Stop place needs someone. Anybody got suggestions, feel free to throw 'em my way.

[Fun fact: You might notice his hands. Besides the fact one's a robotic prosthetic, the knuckles of his real hand are bruised to hell. Just barely, a corner of a deep bruise bleeds out from his left eye, mostly covered by his goggles.

Because speaking of Buwan, anyone with an ear to the ground might have heard about a certain Moonblessed with a metal fist and a bad temper in the fight arena. Bad enough that some Prismal fighters had to pull him aside and explain Sanguis to him.]

Comments

[bloodisthicker]

Well, that’s good to hear, then.

Oh, back home we have this insane group that’s trying to rid the world of... well, you probably haven’t heard of bending, but it’s basically the ability to manipulate one of the four elements. Apparently this makes us an oppressive hegemony or something. They started out attacking actual problems like people involved in organized crime, but before long they basically turned it into an all-out war on both the guilty and innocent.

[spah]

I have not heard of bending.

[But okay, he's interested.]

I'm guessin' really don't like people manipulatin' the four elements, then.

[bloodisthicker]

No, they don't. Admittedly, there's something of a problem with most groups of organized crime being headed by benders, but that's everyone's problem, not just theirs. I certainly don't want them around.