Upon arriving, Colt made his way to the residence of the village head, Theo. The middle-aged man greeted him, and curiosity flickered in his eyes as he inquired about Colt's purpose for being there. Colt, in his straightforward manner, explained that he was taking a break from adventuring. He went on to ask if it was acceptable to stay in the village for his vacation, offering to lend a hand with any tasks around if needed.To Colt's relief, Theo's response was warm and welcoming, "You're always welcome here, Colt."
"You've helped us more than enough, especially with those quests you and that young archer frequently take on. Stay as long as you need, and if you feel like helping around, that would be much appreciated, but your rest is the priority," Theo assured Colt.
Shortly afterwards, Colt found himself settled into one of the spare guest rooms provided by Theo. The room was a stark contrast to the humble wooden shack he had initially stayed in during his first visit to the village.
Left to his own devices, Colt began to unwind. Methodically, he stowed his knapsack inside the closet, draping his cloak on the back of the door. With precision, he removed his gear, placing each of them accordingly. His rifle, found its place leaning against the wall, while his pistol claimed a spot on the bedside table within arm's reach.
With everything settled and his belongings arranged, Colt took a moment to sit on the bed. Gazing through the window at the darkening sky, he inhaled deeply, savoring the tranquility that enveloped the village. As he released his breath, a sense of calm washed over him, signaling the start of his well-earned vacation.
During the first week of Colt's vacation, tranquility prevailed, and the days unfolded without incident. Colt found joy in getting to know the villagers. Thanks to the quests he and Dani frequently undertook, some of the locals were already familiar with Colt's presence. From escorting and ensuring safe trips to the outskirts, to hunting game animals and even offering a helping hand in constructions. Colt became an integral part of the community.
As the days passed, boredom began to creep into Colt's vacation. Feeling the need for a change of pace, he decided to lend a helping hand to the villagers. The tasks at hand were a far cry from the intense adventuring he had grown accustomed to, offering a sense of calm and relaxation with their simplicity. Colt found solace in the mundane tasks.
As the next couple of weeks unfolded, Colt found himself unintentionally prolonging his vacation beyond its initially intended duration.
After spending an entire week immersing himself in the village, Colt keenly observed the array of facilities available, which included an alchemist's lab, a blacksmith's forge, and a craftsman workshop.
It was during these moments of observation and contemplation that Colt's mind started connecting the dots, and an ambitious plan that had lingered in the recesses of his thoughts began to resurface: the manufacturing of bullets.
Feeling a surge of industrious energy, Colt's thoughts turned increasingly eccentric as he contemplated the possibilities. With determination in his eyes, Colt charted a course into uncharted territory, ready to transform his vision into reality.
Embracing the challenge of manufacturing bullets, Colt recognized the necessity of an orderly approach. The process unfolded in three stages: the bullet components, assembling them into a functional unit, and testing the bullet itself to ensure reliability. While the thought of the final stage posed uncertainties, Colt figured he'd cross that bridge when he gets there.
To initiate this venture, Colt directed his efforts towards the first stage: the bullet components. A bullet consisted of four fundamental elements: a primer, gunpowder, a casing, and the projectile. With a clear understanding, Colt was prepared to embark on this journey and tackle the meticulous work that lay ahead.
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Beyond The Frontline
FanfictionA Marine's life is filled with danger and uncertainty, where every mission is a roll of the dice. For 23-year-old Colt Wilson, that danger became reality. While he and his squad were navigating the dusty terrain of Afghanistan, they were ambushed by...