Craft Gadget|500 Words
Gunsmith|500 Words
Gunsmith|500 Words
Pilot Machete|Pistol ✘ Birdie was stressing over the creations he had to press out for client already. Deep in the lab that was on board the Arakhne, he hadn't been outside that room for nearly a whole day. A few of his grunts were present with him sweating and busting their ass with him. Along with them was Verde who was making due in a corner of the lab. He was working on a rather interesting gun model, something he called a Gatling Gun. Birdie had handled the logistics behind the mechanism and told him exactly how it should work, while Verde himself was the smith that new how to make the metal bend just right and all that other stuff Birdie himself wasn't too handy with. "This fucking idiot asking for something as complex as this in a day. I oughta kill him with this piece of shit." Birdie grumbled tossing a few things over his shoulder to the other side of the room as he was done with it. His hair was a mess and his shirt was darkened with pools of sweat. As he tossed the items some of the standing by grunts retrieved them and put them back on the work table for Birdie to access. Should they not be there when he needed although he threw them, he'd truly lose his shit and probably end up killing someone. "Why didn't you just umm . . . Tell him to wait longer?" Verde was hammering away at the contraption, nearly finished with the oversized gun. It had wheels and everything, he was truly getting good at this blacksmithing thing, but Birdie didn't care enough to acknowledge that right now. "Because this business is about making people owe you one. Should he get this when he asked for it despite the fact it's something his little marine brain can't grasp, he'll be in debt to me whether he likes it or not." Verde scratched his head with the handle end of the hammer skeptically. "What if he disregards that and just takes what you give him without caring?" Birdie paused and released an exasperated sigh before lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke out aggressively. "Ok, never mind forget I asked." When Verde said that Birdie really got set off and tossed more tools across the room. "Then he's fucking dead in the black market. Everyone already knows how this shit runs, anyone who doesn't ends up found swollen with seawater." That meaning their dead body turning up in the ocean, albeit it would be puffed up from soaking up some of the water. Verde set his hammer down and grabbed a cloth and began to polish off his product. "I guess . . . so you'd try to kill him?" Birdie closed his eyes in thought juggling his work and Verde's ceaseless bombardment of questions at the same time. "No . . . no I wouldn't. He has more value that just his money. I'd just keep it as a mental note, so when his time comes I fuck him over even worse." Verde scrunched his mouth to the side in a discontent manner though Birdie couldn't see it. He wasn't sure why Birdie was always looking to screw all his clients over and why he never had any long lasting partners whom he didn't backstab. "Will my time ever come?" Verde turned and looked at Birdie who had stopped working for a second when it was said, though he resumed quickly, the initial shock from the question subsiding. "You're different. You're someone who's in my collective, I have no interest in fucking you over as long as you work for me." Verde nodded then slowly turned to go back to polishing the Gatling Gun. "Fuck where's my wrench?!" Birdie yelled to the grunts who were searching the lab for the wrench that was tossed by Birdie just moments ago. "I finished the Gatling Gun Birdie." Verde wiped his sweaty forehead with the dirty cloth he was using to wipe down the Gatling Gun only realizing the filthy act he was committing after it was too late. Sparks flying off of Birdie's table as he was using a wire to generate an electric current and weld something together, he turned only after he finished this task. "Hmm . . . kinda big ain't it? We'll have to work on making a more compact model, looks good though." It didn't sound like much, but that actually meant Verde did well to Birdie's standards which was hard to do. Just as Birdie finished talking the door to the lab was being knocked on much to Birdie's annoyance. "Fuuuuuck, what now? Come in!" He turned back to his table to work as he said this and the door to the lab swung open, sunlight of the fresh morning sun pouring inside illuminating the cave and searing eyes. It would close soon after and one person would enter with a piece of paper in his hand. Approaching Birdie he held the paper out for him, it was an unopened letter. "It came in from Alabasta, transported it here ASAP given it has a seal from a Noble on it." This peeked Birdie's interest and caused him to stop working and grab the letter after removing a pair of brown gloves his had on for protection. Examining the seal first and taking a mental picture, he carefully opened the envelope and read the letter.
"What the hell." Birdie wasn't confused about what it said, but he just found it as odd. "What is it?" Verde approached with a raised brow. "Apparently some Emperor of Little Wano, I think that's in the East Blue, wants to do business with me . . ." It was a lot to think about. A big opportunity, but also a potential scam or someone looking to wipe him out. He'd have to be careful about how he went about it. "Send a response letter out of Alabasta telling this guy about our more casual wares." The one who delivered the letter nodded and Birdie looked at the message once more before folding it up and putting it in his inner jacket pocket. "Verde take this envelope and put it in our archives. Make sure that seal stays in tact, we're gonna need to do some research." Verde nodded and carefully took the envelop before following the rest of Birdie's orders. "Including a list of our casual wares at the end . . ." Birdie put his gloves back on and got back to work. "It should say-"
Birdie's grunt writing all of that down would go back to Alabasta and send it from Birdie's false address where the grunt had actually come from. It was important to have one as an arms dealer to ensure you couldn't be located by people you didn't want locating you. Birdie himself would get back to work, finishing the order that his oh-so important client had asked of him. "Where's my wrench?! This is the second time!" The grunts were still searching the room for it before Birdie just gave up on it and pulled a spare out of his jacket. It was a much smaller model, but it would manage to achieve what he needed. "Make a note that we need to buy a new wrench." He shook his head side to side exhaling cigarette smoke before setting down his wrench and grabbing his screwdriver. Screwing the contraption closed, he now had three fully operable slave collars. "Finished with hours to spare . . . one of you case this stuff up for the transaction later today, then three of y'all move that Gatling Gun to the deck of the ship." The grunts got to it and Birdie himself went to hit the showers then get a wink of sleep. |