Now back at the hangar, Chyanne brings in the drinks and settles down in the lobby while Kayla continues up the stairs to get dressed in her usual items and finally her gear. She hauls ass to start up the forge and sets the metal scraps she’d found to create the steel piece she needed for her replacement gear. She’d done enough research and was set on the concept that if she did try and was successful, she would have it ready for use far sooner than it would be to replace it by mail. Melting down the metal had been one thing, something she did comfortably, but this being steel, it needed to be babied.
Pouring into her mold too precision she felt she was lacking today but still managed without burning herself on splatter or otherwise. The silver liquid cooled darkly while she moved to wor
