Post by Artemis on Feb 26, 2010 6:19:52 GMT -6
World: 1100, M13D15, 8008 AV
Standard: 12:30 UO, M8D12, 4078 I
[glow=blue,10,000]Well, this had taken a rather large chunk of time. Sure, he could have just built the whole thing from scratch, literally, but that would have taken even longer. And that was assuming he knew the building elements of everything going into the facility. So, instead, the IDPD Head of Science and Technology, one of his many titles, called in a few favors. Every so often, he would have his men bring in raw materials. Slabs of steel, wooden logs, giant blocks of plastic, the only constraint he gave them was that it couldn't be more advanced than what the world already had. After all, if he had made the machines out of something that could only be found in one specific world, outside of the IDPD vaults, that was, then how would this Darzul character make repairs when it inevitably broke down? So, after weeks of working with primative building blocks, the genius scientist had built a manufacturing facility from the ground, up.
At the moment, he was putting the finishing touches on, transmuting a deadbolt into the front door, using the door's own metal as the material. He'd like to see someone try and pick a lock that was part of the door itself. Of course, in creating a lock, he needed a key. And fortunately, he could craft that very key out of the excess material taken from the lock. Could, and did. Palming the object, he turned around, leaning his back against the outer wall.
"Where is that guy anyway? He should be here by now. I mean, why put me under a strict dealine if you're not gonna be breathing down my neck for the last five minutes of it? Gyro could teach him a thing or two about forcing one's labor to be punctual."[/glow]
Standard: 12:30 UO, M8D12, 4078 I
[glow=blue,10,000]Well, this had taken a rather large chunk of time. Sure, he could have just built the whole thing from scratch, literally, but that would have taken even longer. And that was assuming he knew the building elements of everything going into the facility. So, instead, the IDPD Head of Science and Technology, one of his many titles, called in a few favors. Every so often, he would have his men bring in raw materials. Slabs of steel, wooden logs, giant blocks of plastic, the only constraint he gave them was that it couldn't be more advanced than what the world already had. After all, if he had made the machines out of something that could only be found in one specific world, outside of the IDPD vaults, that was, then how would this Darzul character make repairs when it inevitably broke down? So, after weeks of working with primative building blocks, the genius scientist had built a manufacturing facility from the ground, up.
At the moment, he was putting the finishing touches on, transmuting a deadbolt into the front door, using the door's own metal as the material. He'd like to see someone try and pick a lock that was part of the door itself. Of course, in creating a lock, he needed a key. And fortunately, he could craft that very key out of the excess material taken from the lock. Could, and did. Palming the object, he turned around, leaning his back against the outer wall.
"Where is that guy anyway? He should be here by now. I mean, why put me under a strict dealine if you're not gonna be breathing down my neck for the last five minutes of it? Gyro could teach him a thing or two about forcing one's labor to be punctual."[/glow]