Description
She lingers by the banks of the Styx, waiting for the tide to extinguish the fury burning in her chamber. While developing this W-Engine, Captain Magus stood nearby repeating, "Not hot enough, not intense enough," pushing the maker to keep raising the temperature — right up to the brink of the material's melting point. The poor craftsman had to endure Magus's grumbling, Orphie's apologies, and suffocating steam to get the job done. Finally, with a sharp whine from the pressure, the special W-Engine emerged from its hellish forge — refined through fire and hammering, and cooled with a roar rivaling its master.
"Captain, why are you always so angry?"
"I'm a gun, Orphie. All that flows through my chamber is metal and gunpowder."
—For the first time, Orphie saw a trace of sorrow in the weapon she called "Captain."
"Captain, why are you always so angry?"
"I'm a gun, Orphie. All that flows through my chamber is metal and gunpowder."
—For the first time, Orphie saw a trace of sorrow in the weapon she called "Captain."