You rubbed your hand to chase away cramps from all the signatures you had to make to purchase the property legally. The company name of Vaul Iron Works, named after the ancient Feldsparian god of the forge, is perfect to show your heritage and your commitment to the task at hand.
The clearing house had actually taken a full week to process Ms. Silver's check, nearly causing you to miss the Full moon deadline for purchasing the foundry. You had decided to use your personal funds just a day before the check came through. To be honest, you got the property far below what it was worth as you toured the large lot and then the adjacent dorms. The dorms would need some work but they were in very good condition and could be used immediately for your first employees. The Foundry equipment was of older make but they were sturdy and well-maintained. The areas were also quite spacious and modular for production. Lastly, that empty area of the lot is quite a large amount of empty space, but with some time and more money, you could turn it into a test track for your designs.
You reflected on all of this as you entered the restaurant, meeting with one of your old superiors who hadn't cut all ties with you, and one who you quite liked, sitting at the table across from him for a lunch meeting. The pungent smell of coffee wafted from the table as a server passed by you and filled three delicate mugs set on the table.
"Sergeant Treerunner, good of you to come at our request even though we no longer are your superiors," The well-primmed patrician said as he gave you a small smile, his magnificent walrus mustache bouncing in mirth while pulling out a seat for you.
"But of course, Colonel Igneous, you were always fair with the brothers of Engineering and me even for a Cavalry officer of your stature," You deferred to complimenting the overly enthusiastic man while you took your seat, after all, it was true he was fair to you and your brothers, and he fought hard for six months to get you your quarter pension so it was hard to find fault with the man.
"Of course, of course. I try to make my unit's cooperation with others go as smoothly as possible." The good Colonel nodded, settling back into his seat and taking a considering sniff of his mug. "Ahh, a decent brew. Returning to the topic, I remain of the opinion t'was your... "retirement", was an utter waste of a brilliant engineering mind like yours that could have seen so much innovation within our corps. But I hear you've started a new business on the north side of the city in lieu of service."
"You flatter me Colonel, and I'm surprised you already know about that I only just filed the paperwork the other day sir," Your shock must have been quite more visible than you want as the colonel chortled in his usual manner.
"Contacts everywhere, son. I know anything about relevant personnel that goes through that dome under construction. Your name happened to peak the interest of my man. Although he only got me a purchase order for an industrial lot, I can assume you're not doing real estate. So tell me about your new endeavors."
"Yes sir, but before I begin, what about Major Gneiss, is he here for some reason as well?" you ask as you put down your now empty mug of coffee, when had it been drained that quickly by you?
"Don't worry about me miss Treerunner I'm here on leave and ended up wandering the city when the Colonel found me and invited me for coffee," the Major had an easy smile on his face that you cursed on how it set your heart aflutter when pointed at you instead of his family.
"Excuse me Major, but did you call mister Treerunner a miss in public?" The Colonel asked almost apoplectic with an angered red face as he wheeled upon the major like a maddened bull. You would have to defuse this quickly, lovely.
"It's quite alright Colonel, he isn't incorrect in his address to me, though he is not quite correct either. To be honest the same could be said of you but you are not in on the secret, a novel concept to you I'm sure. Either appellation works perfectly fine for me so you needn't worry." you interject before the Colonel can go on one of his tirades about the propriety of superior officers and how they should address those in lower stations in life.
"If you insist on this Treerunner, now can you get back to explaining what you plan to do with the property you purchased?" The man was nothing if not adept at returning to a topic once he was finished overreacting for all the good or ill that entailed, it at least gave you time to figure out how to explain what you planned to do.
"I plan to revolutionize transportation of goods and people colonel, to one day completely supplant the carriage and cargo wagons with my inventions,"
"And just how will you revolutionize this field Treerunner?"
"By supplying machines of steam and iron sir. Each stronger than twenty-five horses and capable of pulling over ten wagons at once, all controlled by a crew of three men, moving at consistent speeds unachievable by all but the strongest and most well-bred horses or centaur. In addition, all they will need is fuel and water, and perhaps some mechanical maintenance here or there, raising availability substantially."
"An intriguing and ambitious goal but do you plan to try and do this alone or are you perhaps planning to hire employees? Perhaps from amongst the sizeable veterans that are unfortunately without work?"
"I shall definitely need manpower, one cannot make these machines single-handedly. Do you have recommendations for some I can hire?"
"There are quite a few former servicemen and other interested parties that we could call on for you to interview but who you hire is all on you miss Treerunner, if you should give us a day we shall provide the men to interview," Major Gneiss cut in before the Colonel could bluster his own offer of assistance.
You smile and shake their hands before you all settle into casual chatter and the eating of fine food. You would have loved to spend more time like this but the day was coming to a close and you needed to be fresh for tomorrow.
You grumble and moan as you chase phantom aches out of your body. Your rest had been anything but restful as excitement got the better of you and kept you awake well past the midnight hour. And it seems even that was cut short, because even as you were finishing dressing fully, a knock would sound at your door, a voice cutting through the hardwood.
"Sir, there's a group of people here to see you, something about a colonel telling them there was an interview to be had here.
"Yes, yes I'm sure I had asked last night if there was a room to be reserved for this," you say as you shake off the last of your aches.
"Indeed sir, they're waiting in the office room you asked for on the fourth floor. Shall I tell them you'll be right with them?"
"If you would do so I would be most grateful. If you would perchance also bring a carafe of coffee or tea, something to chase away the chill of Low Winter to the office room?"
"Of course sir, you shall expect the drinks in the room within fifteen minutes." The attendant would depart from, heading off to collect the drinks for the room, leaving you to head on up.
The fourth floor was one you had seldom visited and compared to the rest of the hotel you understood why as the ornate nature of the so-called business floor at many times deterred your curiosity about its contents. However, you soldiered on through, eventually getting to the room where the group was waiting for you, the eight of them looking up after sitting at a conference table.
It was a motley crew of people your former superiors had gathered, a centaur seemingly from the Highlands and experienced from combat if his missing eye was an indicator. An alligator man from the swamps who you vaguely recall serving in the corps with you for a few seasons. An older man who smelt of the sea and had a rogue's air about him as he gave you a lopsided grin. A naturally shady figure, seeming to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. A General's daughter smiling beatifically at you. A General's daughter smiling beatifically at you…, Why is miss Silvers here of all places? The last one you could swear was a younger Colonel Igneous, but there were very slight facial differences, you weren't aware of him having a son. Or even being married for that matter, whoever married him must have the patience of a saint.
"Ah! Miss Treerunner you're here at last! I was worried we had arrived too early but the concierge had assured me you would be awake soon when they brought us to this office!" Major Gneiss was eternally cheerful as he greeted you with far more energy than was natural in the morning hours.
"Mmm, indeed I am, pleasure to see you here Major. I presume these are the interviewees for the day?"
"Quite so there were a few willing participants quite eager to be interviewed by you, although one of them had to bow out before he could make it, it seems his previous employer rehired him early this morning, though not to worry miss Silvers here was more than happy to take the old sport's spot,"
"I did notice sir. Miss Silvers, I see you're well this morning,"
"I am doing exceptionally well this morning Mister Lilith, I was quite surprised to hear you were going into business and just had to try my hand at employment," Miss Silvers demured and gave you an odd look that left you feeling oddly warm.
"Come now, I can't be the only one here ta see, she's nae man? Is clear as day when she dinnae even try ta hide her appearance," A rough voice interrupts your response to the young woman, another look shows the owner of the voice was from the Igneous lookalike. You will admit you hadn't done your full routine and had once again forgotten to bind your chest but really that was quite rude of the man.
"And I dinnae know Igneous had a son. Or was even married, he doesn't seem the type to settle down," Your reply was caustic as you affected the man's accent in a quite decent mockery of his own, judging by the snort from the Major and the choking from the Colonel you think you did quite well.
The lookalike glares at you for a moment before he gives you a savage grin. "Aye that's ta spark ya need ta get on in this world, I retract ma complaint," his eyes were still cold but there was respect in them now.
"Very well, is there any other outbursts to be made? No? Then let us begin the interviews, I'll start with you sir from the Highlands I take it?" You ask as you get straight to business and motion for the centaur to speak.
The interviews proceeded at pace from there as you got names from each of the participants and what their skills were along with why they needed the jobs.
Benjamin Kovalevich was indeed from the Highlands just his accent would have given that away when he spoke, which wasn't often but when he spoke he gave much insight. He was also a fair hand at engineering and already had some ideas for what might be necessary to design a locomotive or tram specifically on the fuel end having some ideas to use the peat from the highlands as a fuel.
Arthur Sutter was from the swamps and an older man from the Engineering corps, he knew you though you two never served together directly as he was assigned to another unit. He was a chatty man and quite happy to talk about what his skills were as well as admitting to taking a special interest in the frame design and carriages of vehicles after having rebuilt and even at times improvising gun carriages and wagons.
Kenneth Baker was a sailor, no you wouldn't mince words he was a former merchant's son turned pirate turned navy man who had retired after the Tribal Wars, but had fallen on hard times after he had gambled away the last of his money. Unwilling to return to a life of piracy, he came here to be hired. He admitted to you he didn't have a large amount of knowledge of the finer details of engineering but he did pick up enough just from talking with you that you could safely hire him if you wished. He also admitted that he had a knack for finding unconventional things at cut rate prices thanks to his former life.
Heidrich Schmidt was a hard man to understand, which was understandable. He had served in the Intelligence sector for the Federal Navy, but before that he was a well to do man from the Kingdom of Marble which unfortunately led to a very strong accent giving trace to his lineage of a former farmer's son. He was a sharp man, though, as he answered your questions with aplomb. Also had a strange sense of humor that veered on gallows humor at times. He seemed to be a fair hand in engineering and vocalized an interest in boilers and their uses after having seen them used in the experimental ship of the Union navy.
Miss Elizabeth Silvers was the oddity here and she knew it but she didn't seem too bothered by it from outward appearances, or in her answers. You were worried that she had some form of ulterior motives for being interviewed but she answered your questions without a single waver and surprised you a time or two with her insight on how to advertise the company once you had an engine to sell. Now if only you could figure out why just looking at her made your face heat up by twenty degrees. She also pointedly dances around your questions on why she was actually here. You'll understand her yet for the sake of your honor.
And finally but not least was the irascible Richard Lane, the man who uncannily resembled Colonel Igneous. Once you got him to start answering your questions seriously you found he was absolutely brilliant in his field and had quite a few ideas on how an engine would propel itself.
Pick three
[] Benjamin Kovalevich - Mr. Benjamin, as the grizzled veteran prefers to be called, brings to the table considerable experience with engineering due to coming from a family of carriage makers. He claims to have kept abreast of the latest advancements in the Union, and has been working on a personal project concerning the concept of fueling boilers without coal.
[] Arthur Sutter - A fellow Army Corps Pioneer, Sutter is technically your senior and quite frankly far too energetic for his age - you'll need to keep him occupied at all times, but his work ethic is unquestionable. The man is a decent hand at general engineering as a whole due to his wealth of Corps experience, but Sutter is a savant at frame design from his years of rebuilding gun carriages and cargo wagons.
[] Kenneth Baker - A son of middle-class merchants, Mr. Baker was more of an unremarkable generalist technician in the guilds, truth be told if you had the option to do so you'd be hiring him as security rather than as an engineer - but needs must when Rusaka drives the carriage. He does seem to have an admitted knack for finding unconventional supplies at affordable rates, owing from his latent wheeling-and-dealing skills honed from his apprenticeship with his parents and refined over the course of his service bartering supplies between the perpetually-undersupplied dock crews, both official Navy ones and... greyer sellers.
[] Heidrich Schmidt - A farmer's son turned spy, Mr. Schmidt was a man of a very active youth and misdirection - that he is now looking for work from you is on some level disconcerting. But the man does come recommended by your former superiors and even brings to the table handwritten notes and ideas on boilers that came about after just gleaning information on the Union ship Demiurgos - just don't ask him where did this all come from.
[] Elizabeth Silvers - You're still not sure why she is here even after the interview but she does come with some education, a willingness to get her hands dirty provided you find where her talents lie, and apparently more connections than you expected to get the word out about your company when the time comes.
[] Richard Lane - An irritating Col. Igneous doppelganger with an admittedly astounding level of skill, frankly he would be grossly overqualified working for a startup like yours - if not for his downright flippant attitude rendering the man nearly unemployable. His one saving grace would be his commitment to a task and his desire to create reliable driving and running gear.
And there we go finally written sorry it took a bit had a few problems writing this one and had to fight my muse when she decided she wanted to work on a weird timeline involving tractors (please don't ask or she'll focus on that again) Anyways I hope you enjoy the last introduction post before we get into our first design turns! Also, we didn't forget it's time for Hori's train facts!
Hori's Train Facts: The Hoosac Tunnel through the Berkshire Mountains is nicknamed the Bloody Pit due to the loss of 196 workers while the tunnel was excavated through the rock, mainly due to black power and nitroglycerin explosions.
One last thing! Voting will close on Sunday December 11 at 3:00 PM CST