The Yautja TechnicianThe Technician puttered around his workshop. Lit primarily by skylights the large room was filled with various bits and pieces of stuff littering several large parallel tables across the middle of the room, and shelves along the edges. One narrow end had a removable wall, currently closed, that led to a small open air foundry and smithy. The other end was a lab for electronics analysis and construction.
Much of the material in the room was damaged pieces of assorted kinds of armor, a few small modules with controls and displays on them, and a lot of raw and finished materials for building things piled on shelves. The piles of stuff, after a moment’s observation, were obviously for three distinct cultures and creatures.
The largest creatures were the Space Jockeys. Their technology was such that parts of it were indistinguishable from the bodies of the Space Jockeys themselves, being bio-mechanical in basis and design.
The next creatures looked to be of a purely inorganic origin,
Tywacomb-2d09091 – STEVEN GETS FITTED
Journal of Steven Caplan: Day 122
We got back on the local Sunday, and none of the shops was open. It was just as well. Rox and I both crashed, hard. So now on the local Monday, we are back in business. Rox is going to her outfitter and magic lessons. I am going to see my outfitter. I have been told that my once-only escort has refused to participate, so I get to go on my own
I wonder how much of a mess we will find on Earth, once we finally get back.
The Mundrl's Outfitters shop smelled of properly cured leathers, layered with tallow from the candles, and a few other scents mingling through. Rolls of fabric and other materials were stacked in shelves that were fresh since his last visit.
Steven had been here long enough to be familiar with the height difference, but he was still a bit uneasy with being the shortest in the room, rather than the tallest. As he walked into the back he passed Master Mundrl helping a customer, both of whom Steven only came to
Tywacomb-2d08086 – OF ARISTOCRATIC ELVES AND BOURGEOIS ELVES
The boy had disappeared, while Master Mundrl and Steven’s escort were sorting through his clothes. They put his underwear aside, discarded his worn socks into a separate pile, and were going over his BDU trousers. They looked at the setup with the pockets and storm flaps pulling a bandanna from a pocket, jabbering to each other in their tongue. Then the escort turned to Steven, translating.
“You carry things in your thigh pockets?”
“Gloves, bandanna, other soft things.” Steven answered.
The elves jabbered a bit more, as the trousers were turned inside out and the Master examined the seams. The translator spoke a bit more.
“Do you kick much in your fighting? Crawl around, or stretch your legs wide?”
“I don’t kick much, but full movement at my hips is good.”
This was relayed as the trousers were put aside. The costume from the Palace was glanced over, and then put on top of t