IC: Jokaro - Po-Koro, Technology Emporium
The characteristic sound of the lathe spinning up dominated the room as Farzan began taking material off of the patero barrel bit by bit. On the other side of the workshop, Jokaro pulled a stool up the bench and retrieved his tools and magnifying lenses, stowed nearby.
The next couple hours were spent poring over the internal workings of the launcher, and consulting the myriad notes he’d inscribed over his grand tour of the island. The first time he’d felt frustration with the weapon had merely been a few days into his trip, down on Naho Bay where he was spearfishing with the local Ga-Koronans.
He’d purchased himself a small boat from a local fisherwoman looking to make an upgrade, and soon paddled himself into a quiet corner of the bay. There, he would wait for akodi fish to come close enough in order to spear them. He didn’t end up catching very many.
On the second day, he was even less fortunate. He’d decided to take a quick nap whilst relaxing on the bay and listening to the sounds of the waves rolling in. He woke up to a moa bird trying to steal his scarce bounty of akodi and tanta, and, understandably, tried to prevent this from happening through application of force with his only paddle.
Emphasis on only.
Clearly, the bird did not take kindly to this, wresting the paddle from Jokaro’s grasp with laughable ease and tossing it much too far out of his reach, and flying away with his day’s catch to boot. Embarrassing.
The tides carried his paddle further and further away, and his raggedy vessel away from land. With not much else on his person to use, it didn’t take him long to try to use the blast from his unloaded patero to propel him to safety.
It was a long, long day. Pump-pump-pump-pump-pump-pump, fire. Pump-pump-pump-pump-pump-pump, fire. Rinse and repeat, ad nauseum. By the time that he got close enough to another boat to signal for help, his arms felt like they were about to fall off; it especially didn’t help that the location of the patero’s pump meant that he was constantly having to switch hands and move the thing around, let alone aim it in the right direction.
That was the second thing that he felt needed improvement - placement of the pump-handle - and that’s what he was working on now.
Having replaced the blown gas seal and removed the pump and trigger mechanism, Jokaro went to work, intent on flipping the former so the handle and pump direction were facing opposite of their original position. Turning the pump housing and its plumbing around a-hundred-eighty degrees was easy enough; the tough part was that the trigger mechanism was now blocked. If he moved the whole trigger assembly rear of the pump, though…