by Egg With Legs » Sat Nov 13, 2021 9:37 pm
Urist & Glymstock Gurdmann - Both Male - Warhammer - Hingfil Chain - Tags: Reagan Corus
Glymstock sunk down next to his brother, rivet gun already in hand as he gave the rearmost Endrin Urist was checking on a once-over. "Nothing's round. What's damaged?"
"No leaks in the Endrins, hull seems intact too. Power ingots functioning. Hull didn't seem damaged. She seems...fine."
Both brothers took a moment to stare off into space, considering the situation. Then Glym thrust a finger into Urist's chest. "We'll discuss your role in this after we're airborne. Now give the keel a proper check." At this, he turned back face the Endrin, securing himself to one of the struts and opening up the guts of Endrin, pulling out and replacing a variety of tools at his waist as he investigated the Endrin. Urist watched him for a moment, as though to say something, before deciding against it and crawling back down to the frigate's deck. His brother's words got him thinking; how did they end up here? It wasn't like his brother to forget his duties, nor was it like him to forget to remind Urist of his. And even if they had been dragged through some hence undiscovered Realmgate, it doesn't explain why he couldn't remember he ended up here. As far as he was aware, highly specialized craft were needed to even attempt to cross such an unstable rift in the realms, and so far he hadn't heard of any attempts to cross such a realmgate returning. And as much as he loved the Deb Nar, it was as far from 'specialized' as possible.
At this, he stopped for a moment on the deck of the ship, hand to his helmet's beard. Rather than climbing down to check on the keel, he instead went back to the door to the lower deck, entering while mumbling to himself, slamming the door shut behind him. Glymstock stopped his investigations long enough to look down at the source of the noise, before shaking his head and returning to his work. The situation must've put his brother into one of those strange moods again. He'd chew him out over abandoning his duties
again later; trying to now would just go through one ear and out the other.
Some time passed, and Glym refitted the Endrin's panel, satisfied yet confused by what he saw. This one had been in good condition (for this lump of steel, that is), maybe even a bit better than they were when he'd left port. Then again, everything since they'd left Barak-Thryng had been a bit of a haze, so perhaps he'd fixed it better than he thought. Turning his attention to the central Endrin, he instead found himself staring down a mechanical contraption the likes of which he'd never seen. Even with its humanoid frame and relative silence couldn't hide the seams in its hide and the joints in its hands. His gaze then fell to the rifle in the machine's hand, before turning back to the machines head. He kept his rivet gun at his belt as he disconnected himself from the Endrin, his own returning to activity with a twist of his boots in the air, letting him hover in the air a few feet from the ship, arms crossed over his chest.
"'Bout as well as one can be under the circumstances. Guessin' yer stuck here too, contraption?"