Musketoon Nostalgia

[Laz]

Eloise nodded in response before returning her view to the ship, and then moving to one of the elevated scaffolding platforms near the front of the hangar. Once in position, she spoke up to address the chaotic Brigands running amok around the hangar.

"Alright boys, we've got work to attend to." Pointing at various people around the hangar, she assigned them a wide array of different tasks. "You two, head down into storage and bring us some of the weapon templates. I need exact measurements to compare with. You three, you're on manufactory detail. Once we have the specs, I need them made pronto. You two get to work on removing the existing weapons of the ship, don't damage a single think, you hear? Oh, and you two, you're with me. We're going to delicately remove the mounting plate on the Lynx. You mess this up and I'll have your heads on a dinner plate."

With their tasks assigned, the chaos resumed. People were scrambling around the decks going about their duties. Eloise's voice had a rather authoritative voice, and people seemed to follow her word. Out of fear or respect was a mystery. Before long, sparks were flying around the room and heavy machinery was deafening those in the room.

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