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The arching ring of Alpha Station rises high above this still-developing shantytown. Living quarters, workshops, and storage have been built out of panels from the uninhabitable parts of Alpha Station. They run down on either side of a pierced-metal plank roadway, ending in a metal-topped dirt ramp leading up to an airlock entrance to Alpha Station. A large section of Alpha Station's hull has been removed to open up what used to be a work-bay, and has now been turned into a garage for the Ark's few rovers. A metal fence surrounds the camp, with an open space and then an electrified wire fence beyond that. Outside of the wire fence is a rolling meadow, a peaceful lake, a little stream, and then the lush forests of Trikru lands. |
| Day 038 |
While the doctors do their thing, the researchers start learning about this new world, and the rest of the Arkers do their jobs, Jumar has been doing duty shifts with the Engineering team *and* heading up a personal project in the form of an old style forge. Construction for it has been ongoing for the last week and a half. Sometimes in spurts, with the need to do research on various components.
Today, Jumar is sitting in a chair next to a work style table filled with diagrams, dataslates, and various tools. Seems the novice metalworker is busy taking a break for now, sipping at water from a water bottle while the volunteers helping with the forge project continue their work. Jumar adopts a casual postures in said chair… his Engineers overalls and boots being his main clothing, and his dark brown hair is ruffled from movement without being finger combed.
There isn't much to be said about Aeron on the ground. In the air, there was a whole different sort of things said though. She just sort of weaves through people as she passes them. Every so often, she will take the moment to mimic one of their actions. This involves her intense concentration with furrowed brows; only to have a smile of happy silently play across her features when she gets it right.
Upon noticing Jumar, she pauses. A tip of her head before she walks over to him. The girl doesn't say anything, she just stands there and peers at the diagrams and dataslates. One might notice that her slender fingers are reaching towards the tools.
Mimes were part of stories about the old world, and Jumar is no different in having read about them. Why Aeron is interested in the Forge, he doesn't know… but he keeps an eye on her once she's over there. Observing isn't going to screw with anything, right? It's fairly obvious by this point Jumar is overseeing building an old style Forge, and the Dataslates (basically hi-tech tablet computers) hold plenty of information on them. It's not exactly modern… but those without the infrastructure to build anything modern in the first place can't really complain too much.
Once she starts to reach for the tools though… "Don't take them. You can feel them if you please, but leave them where they are." Jamar's musical bass voice is easily heard. Jumar is known to be very skeptical of the Trikru, making it no secret he considers them reactionary lunatics due to their culture and their obsession with 'blood must have blood', this has given him a reputation for being a jackass at times… but there is no malice in his words. Yet.
Those tiny, pale hands pause at his words. They just hang there like two doves in suspended animation. In fact, everything about Aeron seems to freeze. It's hard to even see if she is breathing for a few heartbeats. Then her head slowly turns to study the boy from the side. Her green eyes almost doe-like as she slowly blinks at him. After a moment, she slowly looks back towards the tools.
Aeron's full lips tremble for a moment and her lower one juts out in a petulant manner. Then she just sort of sighs before looking back towards him and offering the most adorable smile she can muster. Her hands are held up to show they are lacking anything in them, but she does look back to see what kind of tools he has. Aeron's right hand moves out and is offered toward Jumar to be shaken should he take it.
Most of the tools there are construction based. Power screwdrivers, welders, wrenches, saws… there are others, but those are the main ones. Jumar, however, seems unmoved by that smile. His green eyes stare blankly at her before he grunts, shaking her hand. "You can call me Jumar. I'm heading building this Forge for all of us." He gestures with that hand to the painfully slow construction taking place. "I expect it'll be a few weeks at least to get it ready. Curious about the work?"
Aeron reaches out to run her finger tip lightly across the teeth of the saw. There is something a little too gleeful to her eyes. They seem to shine all the bit more as if something in her head is playing out and it's not quite right. However, her eyes slide back to Jumar and she brightens. There is a nod of her red head as she moves to plop her chin down on her fist to watch him and wait for him to explain the work to her.
What follows is about as technical as it gets. Jumar goes into the basics of metalworking and how the forge is being built. A billows style forge is being made, and the Anvil will be difficult to deal with, but with a lack of construction specialists (because you know, ARK), it's been a lot of research and guesswork with the database. "So. If all goes well, I should be able to work the forge in a month, perhaps less." He looks back to Aeron as he looks up from one of the Dataslates with the schematic of the completed construction. "So, interested in more?"
Aeron watches him with open fascination as he goes on about various construction. Her green eyes will even flit over to the schematics if allowed to see it. When he asks his question, she nods her head eagerly. There is even a movement to allow a quick clap of her hands in that giddiness of hers. Aeron does pause to look around the area though before looking back to him for more technical information.
"Like building things too? That's good, we'll need that survive down here." The dataslate is turned around, and schematics for the various parts of the forge, Anvil and everything else involved flit through it as he turns each 'page' with a finger. "Would you like to help with building it? It's fairly low tech, but it'll work, and we can build a more modern version when we remodel using it." Jumar glances to you, brows raised.
Aeron grabs the dataslate with both hands and pulls it over to her to look it over. She traces over various lines and structures before looking up to where the construction is. There is a cant of her head and then she puts it down on the table. Her hands are lifted towards Jumar. She shows him the back and then the palms before nodding a bit. Aeron parts her lips like she's going to talk but she stops. There is a wrinkling of her nose.
Her right hand comes up and all fingers curl towards her palm except for her index finger. This she points towards him before she then points towards the data on the table. Then finally towards the construction site. A curious tilt of her head.
Jumar gives a nod, then starts to explain the next phase of the construction being dealt with. "We have enough people for the tools, but what we need are assistants. I direct and help as needed and the others handle the general work." Jumar gives instructions before giving her a dataslate, "this will help you to keep track of materials. Just make a notation when you use any material at the site."
Aeron gives a longing look towards the tools. It is more focused on the saw though. She reaches out a hand slowly, so very very slowly to touch it again. The tiny girl hops up and down in a sort of bounce on the toes of her feet and gives a gleeful smile. Then she blushes lightly and looks back to Jumar. The dataslate is taken and a solemn nod given to him. Aeron lifts her right hand to her eyebrow, palm down. That hand snaps downward on a 45 degree angle.