| Chapter Four - Mechalchemical Artisan |
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My injuries healed as the days, hours, minutes ticked by. Surgery,
bandages and always the ungodly smells that permeated from the
apothecaries lab. Finally there were improvements, scars crisscrossed my
skin and most maddening of all my left hand refused any attempts to
revive its scorched tendons. I was discharged on the first day of Summer
in the year of our lord 1868. Oh and how the world had changed. The
wonders of our technological advancements were alive on every street in
every city. The age of steam had flourished.
My first duty was debriefing at Military Intelligence headquarters. A day of questioning and requests for sketches which finally ended with me being discharged as wounded in action. I returned to my lodgings on the outskirts of London and sat for a week recuperating and catching up on the latest developments. The attacks by the aliens had increased in frequency, so many had died in these early raids. We were like ants burnt away by an errant child with his fathers magnifying glass. However humans adapt, we evolve and many of my brother scientists had developed new methods of attack and defense (I will chronicle these in more detail when time allows). That had allowed us some breathing space from these sky terrors. After my convalescence I began to devote myself to considering what I could do to assist my old brothers in arms. Studying field reports given to me by military friends, I soon created my first invention. It was brought to my attention that sustained volleys of projectiles seemed to break down the enemies personal armour plating that all their soldiers possessed. Cavalry pistols had for sometime now been dispatched to our fighting units but the fire rate and reloading system seemed archaic in comparison to the enemy arsenal, the only other option was the revolver system of handgun, still in its infancy and still with a slow reload rate that could be fiddly in the heat of battle. I crafted through the long hours frustrated and held back by my damaged hand until my invention was complete. The result of my labours was the Nexeversor handgun. Based on a basic flintlock pistol; I crafted a projectile hopper which feeds the gun with fresh rounds. These hoppers are carried by the soldier, meaning that each reload provides ten fresh rounds. On the other side is a fire rate selector. This allows the selection of single, three shot burst or automatic fire rates at the flick of a switch. Finally, for use in accurate long range shots there is a brass firing scope.The device was accepted with great excitement by military intelligence and before I knew it was in the hands of their gunsmiths for study in order to commence production. I was sent on my way with her majesties blessing and a small sum of money with which to continue my research. I was unaware at this time that my circumstances were about to change and I would soon be a fugitive from the law... |
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