[Open RESIST] Testing in the Tunnels
Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2018 7:45 am
Under the Soot District | Morning
23 YARIS 2718
A faint drip of water echoed out in the dark, growing faint as it disappeared down the tunnels. A crunch upon stone, grinding beneath the footfall as the lantern light passed. With it the shadows danced across the ancient brickwork, the muffled groan of factories and soot reverberating down into the depths. The lingering scent of damp and moisture, puddles murky from the dust that has fallen over the years. The shapes stepped among it all, silent as they guided the cloaked figure through the long forgotten ruins. Occasionally a glint of the steel mask was caught in the ochre glow, the rest of it disappearing into the folds of the hood. A faint chinking sounded alongside, a forbidden cargo being carried with them. Ahead the faint glowing lanterns guided the way, before reaching a low archway. The few dipped beneath, a larger area opening up before them.
Another long tunnel disappeared off it northwards, a slump of stone and earth spewing out from the eastern wall. Within a single row of tables stood, the room dully lit, while a few inhabitants remained dotted about. A few other cadets were at work, presently setting up a single target being positioned on top of the slump. The cloaked figure moved in, ever silent as the smaller cargo boxes were loaded up alongside the tables. It was there, the cloaked figure getting to work.
Wood groaned as Gunner opened the crates. Straw was pushed aside, the carefully wrapped clay pots removed; lead balls gently rolling within. They were placed upon the surface, the rest of the contraband being exposed to the room. A pair of flintlock pistols, a small metal flask where the refined gunpowder shifted within. The Gunsmith worked, carefully cleaning the iron barrels. Another tin was placed on the side, the contents being two dozen carefully made copper percussion caps made by her own hand. Reaching beneath the cloak, the Liberator was pulled out from its tucked in position at the back, gloved fingers feeling the weight of it before placing it down alongside the caps. Finally the heavy tool box was placed at the very end, and Gunner stood alongside it.
Knuckles wrapped upon the surface, calling the attention of the inhabitants to focus. From there, the hands peeled out from beneath the cloak and began to move in sign. One of the others who lead her here, Dancer, vocally translated it in the process.
“Good Morning Cadets!” A sensible but polite opener, “Today, there is two guns that require regular tests,” the hands began, actions loud though her voice silent, “They are regular flint and shot. The third is a,” the letters were spelled individually then before continuing, “P-R-O-T-O-T-Y-P-E, that I would like to hear your thoughts on. I will show how it is used first however. It is not like the flint. Finally, I have a new piece I call a P-E-R-C-U-S-S-I-O-N Cap, or Cap for short, that will be tested alongside the third.”
The masked face looked around the room with an almost exaggerated movement, the hands once more moving, “Any questions?”
Another long tunnel disappeared off it northwards, a slump of stone and earth spewing out from the eastern wall. Within a single row of tables stood, the room dully lit, while a few inhabitants remained dotted about. A few other cadets were at work, presently setting up a single target being positioned on top of the slump. The cloaked figure moved in, ever silent as the smaller cargo boxes were loaded up alongside the tables. It was there, the cloaked figure getting to work.
Wood groaned as Gunner opened the crates. Straw was pushed aside, the carefully wrapped clay pots removed; lead balls gently rolling within. They were placed upon the surface, the rest of the contraband being exposed to the room. A pair of flintlock pistols, a small metal flask where the refined gunpowder shifted within. The Gunsmith worked, carefully cleaning the iron barrels. Another tin was placed on the side, the contents being two dozen carefully made copper percussion caps made by her own hand. Reaching beneath the cloak, the Liberator was pulled out from its tucked in position at the back, gloved fingers feeling the weight of it before placing it down alongside the caps. Finally the heavy tool box was placed at the very end, and Gunner stood alongside it.
Knuckles wrapped upon the surface, calling the attention of the inhabitants to focus. From there, the hands peeled out from beneath the cloak and began to move in sign. One of the others who lead her here, Dancer, vocally translated it in the process.
“Good Morning Cadets!” A sensible but polite opener, “Today, there is two guns that require regular tests,” the hands began, actions loud though her voice silent, “They are regular flint and shot. The third is a,” the letters were spelled individually then before continuing, “P-R-O-T-O-T-Y-P-E, that I would like to hear your thoughts on. I will show how it is used first however. It is not like the flint. Finally, I have a new piece I call a P-E-R-C-U-S-S-I-O-N Cap, or Cap for short, that will be tested alongside the third.”
The masked face looked around the room with an almost exaggerated movement, the hands once more moving, “Any questions?”