3rd Intas 2719
Golden light illuminated over Cassius’ head bathing him and his office workbench in its golden touch. Before Cassius, sat atop a hard leather work surface laid bare was an engineering marvel. Each individual cog, pin and plate individually separated and placed in a desired position. Cassius’ workshop had long closed, lights off, blinds down and doors locked leaving him in peace to work deep within on his own projects. This wasn’t an unnatural occurrence, any who walked past his store could hear machinery and if you listened really close the melodies of a gramophone. Leaning back in his chair to stretch out his tense back, Cassius looked towards the roof of his small office hidden within the stock room where he kept spare parts and current small projects. To his left sat the gramophone which played an orchestral track that he hadn’t heard before. A new acquisition through the trade lines of the Bad Brothers. If they wanted work done off books, it was often in trades. Tonight’s work was one such project. Looking back down before him sat an old muzzled flint lock pistol. It was torn down piece by elegant piece and carefully inspected and catalogued to ensure he knew what all the parts were and where they went.
Speciality engineering drafts were drawn over the process, as he did with every weapon he services or made. This was to ensure that should he need to repair them again Cassius could make and fix the exact part to the needed dimensions. A true craftsman in his work. He had spent the later part of a week tearing down, repairing and cleaning this specific pistol. The flint was replaced with new pieces, barrel was bored clean and polished. The gunpowder pot was meticulously cleaned and polished to a high shine. Each piece of the gun repeated this process. Any damaged parts be they pitted, scratched or broken including the muzzle loader was fixed or replaced with a unique custom part. Tonight, was the final night of polish and assembly of the weapon. As such, each part polished to a mirrored shine including each bolt and pin. The wooden parts of the gun were sanded back to remove all blemishes, stained to resemble the original colour and then repeatedly oiled to a mirror shine with wax and other compounds to ensure a high shine and waterproof. Same with the muzzle loader.
“A beautiful weapon, Luella should appreciate the work.”
Cassius muttered to himself as he begun to put the bright mirror shined barrel back into place, following the loading and firing mechanism. Stopping only to turn over the gramophones vinyl disk and winding the gears ten fluid times causing the vinyl to spin and the needle was gently placed down causing a soft melody to fill the room once more. Standing up for a moment, stretching, Cassius looked out at the shop. Perhaps with all of this work and after joining the bad brothers he could upscale eventually. Turning his attention towards the pistol upon his desk, pride welled within him as he was pleased with the outcome. The weapon needed very little work, but he had taken the effort to shine the pieces needed. Some of the previous metal plates were warped and unusable replaced instead by elegant copper parts. Highlighting the dark stain of the wood and adding elegance to the weapon. Seating himself back down, Cassius begun to finish what he’d started. Once the firing mechanism was placed in, the remaining pieces were locked in place and tightened down to ensure they do not move, bend, warp or break. To which extent Cassius ensures the barrel was straight once again, so should Luella fire the weapon it would strike true. Finding his work satisfactory, Cassius dry fired the weapon to ensure that flint sparked, trigger motion was fluid and that over all the weapon felt comfortable in his hand.
Once finished, Cassius took down a black box lined with black silk and placed the weapon inside it, keeping it safe from prying eyes and damage until Luella would arrive in the next day or so to pick up her weapon. Humming softly to the tune of the melody, as little space as there was Cassius begun to dance. Joy spread across his features as he did so. Only once the song had finished did Cassius turn off the gramophone, pulled it apart and stored its pieces away, turned off the light and made his way out of the room. Locking it behind him and then unlocking his store front door, stepping out and locking the door behind him. Cassius’ eyes focusing on the night sky. It appeared to be the witch’s hour, a soft sigh escaped his lips before he made his way home to sleep.
Speciality engineering drafts were drawn over the process, as he did with every weapon he services or made. This was to ensure that should he need to repair them again Cassius could make and fix the exact part to the needed dimensions. A true craftsman in his work. He had spent the later part of a week tearing down, repairing and cleaning this specific pistol. The flint was replaced with new pieces, barrel was bored clean and polished. The gunpowder pot was meticulously cleaned and polished to a high shine. Each piece of the gun repeated this process. Any damaged parts be they pitted, scratched or broken including the muzzle loader was fixed or replaced with a unique custom part. Tonight, was the final night of polish and assembly of the weapon. As such, each part polished to a mirrored shine including each bolt and pin. The wooden parts of the gun were sanded back to remove all blemishes, stained to resemble the original colour and then repeatedly oiled to a mirror shine with wax and other compounds to ensure a high shine and waterproof. Same with the muzzle loader.
“A beautiful weapon, Luella should appreciate the work.”
Cassius muttered to himself as he begun to put the bright mirror shined barrel back into place, following the loading and firing mechanism. Stopping only to turn over the gramophones vinyl disk and winding the gears ten fluid times causing the vinyl to spin and the needle was gently placed down causing a soft melody to fill the room once more. Standing up for a moment, stretching, Cassius looked out at the shop. Perhaps with all of this work and after joining the bad brothers he could upscale eventually. Turning his attention towards the pistol upon his desk, pride welled within him as he was pleased with the outcome. The weapon needed very little work, but he had taken the effort to shine the pieces needed. Some of the previous metal plates were warped and unusable replaced instead by elegant copper parts. Highlighting the dark stain of the wood and adding elegance to the weapon. Seating himself back down, Cassius begun to finish what he’d started. Once the firing mechanism was placed in, the remaining pieces were locked in place and tightened down to ensure they do not move, bend, warp or break. To which extent Cassius ensures the barrel was straight once again, so should Luella fire the weapon it would strike true. Finding his work satisfactory, Cassius dry fired the weapon to ensure that flint sparked, trigger motion was fluid and that over all the weapon felt comfortable in his hand.
Once finished, Cassius took down a black box lined with black silk and placed the weapon inside it, keeping it safe from prying eyes and damage until Luella would arrive in the next day or so to pick up her weapon. Humming softly to the tune of the melody, as little space as there was Cassius begun to dance. Joy spread across his features as he did so. Only once the song had finished did Cassius turn off the gramophone, pulled it apart and stored its pieces away, turned off the light and made his way out of the room. Locking it behind him and then unlocking his store front door, stepping out and locking the door behind him. Cassius’ eyes focusing on the night sky. It appeared to be the witch’s hour, a soft sigh escaped his lips before he made his way home to sleep.
