Excerpts From Ordu - Naazey Artificer

The master artificer Hacas'uun squinted his eyes. The mechanism didn't support these levels of torque. He grabbed the level pincher and carefully loosened the bolt. "Now" He reconnected the power cable, flipped his goggles back on and pressed start. The axle started to slowly whirl and kept accelerating and whirling, no friction in sight. "Success".
Content Hacas turned the machine off and rolled back, bristling his head frills and admiring his handiwork. Jasun swiftly approached him, holding a tray with jar and a mug above his head. The sturian looked at him a question in his eyes. "Tell them it works again" Hacas said, finally willing himself to smile. The sturian left the tray and ran back downstairs, leaving Hacas in solitude of his workshop. At last.
Repairing the left arm of one of the Udainan suits had turned out to be a real challenge. Especially after losing his own workshop back in Saah. Of course Hacas was glad he managed to escape with his life at all.
He had been in his workshop when the attack came, and he had been there when the human looters busted his doors in. Why would they ally themselves with those monsters? "Humans" Hacas hummed, how had they become prevalent in this gods damned world? Haas has never really understood them. Going on about themselves, so loud, so dramatic. Then screaming and panicking if anything go awry. It made his head hurt.
To him, the world was so clear, set in stone. If something happened, he would have protocols for it. He sighed, of course he should not discard the warmbloods, after all one of his aides was a human and she was a great mechanic. He knew he was being irrational, the attack on his home clouded his judgement. Oh well.
He picked up a small plum sized cube and held it in his palm, feeling it. "Almost empty" he said to himself. These ones mystify him. He understands tech, much more than most people on this gods cursed planet. But these old Dalian tools are more magic than tech. Sure, he knows his basic Xaagi arts. Every artificer of his order knows. Yet it made him uneasy, so much of Naazey tech relied on these little things that no one truly understands.
He closed his palm around it and shut his eyes. Five heartbeats. He felt a release, then a feeling of levitation and he opened his eyes. Soul has been parted. He was looking at himself extending forwards in a mirrored echo which raised a finger to the air. -"Zhah'ah" both Hacas commanded in unison. A tiny hole fell into itself in the middle of the air and strings of colorful, translucent matter streaked out of it before the hole knitted itself shut and disappeared. The matter flowed towards his finger before, as if pulled, flowed past it into the cube which began humming. Satisfied, Hacas relaxed and the soul snapped back to him. He took a deep breath and looked at the cube. He could not hear the hum, but the thing was rippling the air around it, like hot sands under the sun.
-"Should be enough" he though and hummed to himself as he then plugged the cube back to the mechanism powering his tools. And sure enough, everything was back to optimal working capacity. Behind him he heard Jasun's light feet hopping the stairs with someone. Jasun and a human woman entered his workshop. -"Shanuis, what do we have next?" The dark and golden haired woman was carrying another piece of the arm, this time a piston beneath the main servo. She pointed out each failed part and component to him, then bowed and left with Jasun. He had to admit that she was good with her job -"For a human".
Annoyed at himself again, he pushed the irrational thoughts aside and smiled. She could very well rise the ranks of his order, but we will have to see. Now to the task at hand. He picked up a tool and adjusted his spectacles and began to work again.