The Collector and Her Steed

Chapter 26

Wheels on a gurney screeched through the hallway as Heisenberg brought in the prototype. As he rolled it in, it looked just like a soldat zwei with some extra scrap tossed on. Bringing it over to a workbench, he slid it onto the warm metal surface and rolled the gurney to the side of the room out of the way. Walking back over to the inactive soldat, he looked over at Mira. "So, I wanted to make a tougher version of Soldat zwei. I've already gotten more armour on this bitch but it's missing something. I want it to be different." Pacing back and forth, Heisenberg kept his gaze on the soldat.

Mira looked over the soldat, looking over the current modifications. He had built a halfassed helmet that didn't really fit the rest of the armor. Sliding off of the workbench, she made her way over to the soldat. Grabbing the helmet, she turned the entire head so she could get a better look at it. "Well, the soldat eins and zweis look similar already, you only added an auger and changed up the head gear." Turning the head of the soldat to the other side, she took a look at how the headgear was attached to the rest of the armour. "What is your goal with the soldats anyways?"

"I'm building them to help me overtake Miranda. I'm sure the supersized bitch is going to side with her, I'm not sure about the other two. The moronic freak might side with her but if I can make him see that she doesn't love him, he might side with me. Donna and that ugly psycho doll don't really fit in with either side. Her hallucinations might work on us, we don't know though." Watching Mira study the head, he tightened a bolt on one of the arms. "Either way I need an army behind me to overtake the lycans. I do have control over them but I'm sure I'd lose that control as soon as the fight began. I don't need to bother with them when I have to destroy that bitch Miranda."

Nodding, Mira looked over at him as she set the head down. Tapping on some of the arm armour, she frowned. "Well, from what I've seen the Lycans aren't too tough unless in large numbers but if you had enough eins and zweis then you'd be fine. Are there larger ones or would these be used against the other lords and their underlings?"

"There are a few larger lycans, one that the moronic freak made while trying to impress Miranda." He adjusted a hose that connected from the headgear to the soldat's chest. "He made it in a 'secret' lab he's dumb enough to believe no one knows about. It's more wolf-like than the smaller lycans but you can still tell it used to be human. I'm pretty sure he's planning on making a few more of those fuckers."

"Okay, so it would make sense having bigger, badder soldats. Have you thought of like, attaching rocket launchers to it's head or some shit? That'd definitely do some damage but would be hard to supply ammo for." Drumming her fingers on the headgear, she started going over different ideas in her head.

"That's a good concept, but yes it would be pretty fucking hard supplying that, even with the Duke's help. I'll think about it." Frowning, he began messing with some scrap before going over to a pile of scrap and digging through it for a piece.

Taking a step back from the soldat, she squinted her eyes slightly. "Hey, the head shape kinda looks like a hammerhead shark or a bull." Stepping back towards the workbench, she started looking at the ends of the headgear. "What if you thickened the armour on the head to make it a bull. It could charge at the enemies and knock them down to then attack with the augers."

Grabbing a hunk of what used to be part of the hull of a plane, he walked back over to the soldat and began attaching it. "That could be good in theory, but not against Uriaș. He's too large for that sort of attack to be effective." Grunting, he applies pressure as he snaps the piece into place.

Mira's eyes drifted over to watch Heisenberg shove the piece into place, his back muscles rippling as he forced the scrap to go into where he wanted. Biting her lip as she watched, thoughts that didn't include soldats flooded her mind. Shaking her head slightly to clear her thoughts up, she looked back at the head of the soldat. "Well, it also kinda looks like a paper plane. What if you added some smaller jet engines to its back and made it so it could fly up. It could fly out of the reach of Uriaș when attacked and then attack him from above."

Nodding slightly as he looked up at her, a huge grin formed on his lips. "That might just work Mira." Stepping towards her, he gently grasped onto her arms and pulled her close as he pressed a kiss into her forehead excitedly. "God, what would I do without you buttercup?" Chuckling, he let her go and looked down at the soldat. "That would definitely work in our favour, even if they didn't go up against Uriaș."

Grinning from the kiss, she looked down at the soldat. "I'm guessing that means an errand run for me. It'll still be a while until I can go on an errand run that's outside of the village, and I doubt anyone has jet engines lying around." Her grin faded a bit as she looked back over at Heisenberg. "Though, that would give you time to plan out how it's all going to fit together."

Stepping closer to her again, he pulled her against his chest and rubbed her back softly. "Mira, I don't want you worrying about errand runs. I do know of a place fairly close that might have what we need, but it's dangerous even without you being in your current state. I would have to have you take at least some of the haulers out with you for protection. They're not the strongest, but it's better protection than nothing if a lycan decides to attack you. Or if any of the wildlife attacks you." Giving her a little squeeze of assurance, he pressed another kiss against her forehead. "I would suggest driving to the place in your truck so you don't have to haul that shit on your back. I won't need it for a while so you don't need to worry your pretty little head darlin." Scooping her up into his arms, he walked her over to the workbench he had sat her on before, and sat her back up on the warm metal. Keeping his arms around her, he grinned.

The table gave Mira a few inches so she didn't have to look too far up to meet his eyes. Returning his grin, she leaned up and gave him a quick little smooch. "I'll try not to worry my pretty little head if you try not to worry your pretty little head over how I'm doing."

Leaning in, Heisenberg captured her lips for a quick but sweet kiss. "I'll do my best darlin, but I don't want to risk losin you again. Might just drive me to tryin to fight Miranda by myself if I lost you." Nipping at her bottom lip playfully, he slid his hands down to give her ass a quick little squeeze, earning himself a surprised gasp as he slid away from her. "Now, I've got to do some wiring and shit so that fucker can see where it's going. Stay right here and enjoy the show.

He waltzed over to a scrap pile and started digging through it, tugging out a knot of different coloured wires. Making his way back over to the soldat, he untangled the wires and got to work. Bending over, he started attaching wires to the inactive reactor, working them into different areas around the head. Some wires ran directly to the infrared cameras while others worked their way into the soldat's head to connect to other bits. Mira's eyes traveled between watching the way Heisenberg's muscles tensed and moved under his skin to the way his skillful hands worked the wires right into where he needed them the most.

The hours of the day went by quickly as Mira watched the older man do his work, working up a sweat as he formed some pieces with the forge. While his methods of making soldiers were a bit unorthodox, she knew he needed to lay low and from what she had heard there wasn't a shortage of dead bodies. At least they were being put to use so they weren't piling up somewhere causing a biohazard.

After hours of hard work, Heisenberg was satisfied with what he got done and was extremely satisfied that Mira was warming up to the idea of helping him. He knew she wasn't fully onboard with the usage of dead bodies, but he could see her easing up. Looking over at her, he smiled as she immediately made eye contact with him. "Thank you for helping me darlin, I think it calls for a celebration dinner. I know I'm not a chef like yourself but I'll try my best with cooking you a nice dinner. How's that sound to my little helper?" Taking a few strides towards her. Scooping her up into his arms, he gently squeezed her thigh.

Giggling as she draped her arms around his neck, she nodded enthusiastically. Pressing a kiss to her temple, he carried her out of the foundry and carried her up to the room. Setting her down on the bed, he left the room only to come back a moment later with a canteen of water. Leaving her alone to her thoughts again, he went off to make their celebratory dinner.