GruntyIndustries: The Untold Story.

A Banjo-Tooie fan-fiction.

Here's the next chapter. Had a busy schedule, so this is a bit delayed.

Enjoy!


Chapter 3.

Down in the repair depot, a orchestra of sorts could be heard. Most of the mechanics say if one spent enough time down there you could start to hear music. From pangs of hammer-on-steel, to the buzzing of a welding torch, the sounds were almost deafening. Unfortunately, hardly anyone went down here except those who work there.

Aldar lifted his welding helmet. He was currently repairing a broken support beam for a forklift, and with all the heat, he needed a break. As he went to grab a drink, he almost triped over one of the many broken objects littering the ground.

Basically, anything that gets broken will, one way or another, end up at the repair depot for repair. The depot is located in the basement of the factory. Aldar found that this is not really the best location, spacewise. With the Waste disposal plant taking up most of the space on the basement floor, there really wasn't much space for the maintenance and repair depot.

"Hey Weldar!" Aldar looked up from the part he was working on. One of the rookie mechanics was calling to him, "The manager wants to see you."

"Does he?" Aldar stated.

"Yes, He is down here actually, in your office."

"Oh! Well, Ok."

Aldar placed his tools down and headed for his 'office'. Well, it wasn't anything close to an office if you thought about it. It was a storage room beforehand, but Aldar had cleared up some stuff, and now it serves as Aldar's personal office.

He opened the door to find Rothm, stanging looking at a painting on the wall.

"Oh there you are," He said with a laugh, "I was going to look for you, but I asked one of the assistants here to find you instead."

"Oh, well, hear I am. Did you want to talk with me?"

"Ah, Yes," Rothm acknowledged, while taking a seat in Aldar's chair.

"I have been informed by- well, a certain party -that you often complain about the size of this department."

"It was Burdon, wasn't it?" Aldar had constantly bugged Burdon about the inadequate size of the maintenance section, however, in the end, Burdon couldn't do anything about it.

"Yes, It was. And he suggested that if I could do something, that it would make the maintenance department a lot neater, and might possible motivate the crew."

"Oh."

"So... I have brought it up at one of my meetings, and together we decided to renovate the basement floor."

"Oh." Aldar mind seemed to slow down, all its focus on what Rothm was saying.

"Now, the construction will begin at the start of spring. The plan involves adding new pipes and electrical wiring. We also plan to add in new space, so a lot of digging equipment will be down here. We will also need to knock down a few walls, so there might be some dust down here when that happens. Oh and, naturally, we will have to close down a section of the basement, and we will need the whole crew's cooperation on this."

"Well," Aldar spoke for the first time in minutes, "that shouldn't be a problem. The crew will eat their own tools if they could have just three feet of extra space."

"Alright, so your Ok with this?" Rothm asked, "I know I should have informed you a long time ago."

"No-No-No," Aldar replied, "It's fine. In-fact, it is very fine."

"Ok, I will have my assistant bring you a copy of the plan, once I find her. She seemed to have disappeared, but I will find her, eventually. I suggest you make the announcement ASAP."

"I will, and thanks you," Aldar said Rothm headed for the door.

"No, my friend, thank you." Rothm said.

As the door closed, Aldar sat in his chair, trying to comprehend what had just transpired.


At the end of the day, Aldar walked down from his locker after getting his stuff. The thought of what Rothm had said both excited and confused him. The addition of a new section of the basement might give some more space for the maintenance department, but Aldar was, to put it flatly, shocked about this decision. Why would Winky United expand the basement areas? 'It would not be cost-effective to do it.' Aldar thought. 'But I am not in charge here so I don't know all the details. And the maintenance department was a crucial part of this factory."

As he was thinking, he heard a large crash come from the room beside him. It was a storage room, one that Aldar noticed that seemed to be empty when he came through here ten minutes ago.

"Careful you must be, Blobbelda, or our presence you will reveal," a rather nasally voice called out.

Aldar stopped walking at this point, his curiosity overpowering him, and slowly made his way back to the door. While he couldn't really see the occupants of the room, he could hear them, although it was a little muffled.

"Oh I wouldn't worry about that," a petite sounding voice replied, "So is that all you requesting of me?"

Yes, conveyed our requests have been," the nasally voice replied. "Now a hasty exit we will make."

Aldar stepped back into the shadows, hiding behind a large crate.

The door opened and two people stepped out.

One was a white avian, wearing a red business suit. Aldar recognised her as Rothm's assistant, Samantha. Aldar now noticed more of her features then the first time he saw her a month ago. Now he could see how her feathers were combed virtually strait, with hardly a quill out of place.

He beak was a soft golden color, with a streak of dark gold starting at her nostrils and going up to the base of her mouth. Her suit was a deep red, with black stripes on her pants. Standing next to her, looking over a file of some kind, was a very tall women. He skin had a slight green hue to it, and she was wearing a black dress, which was very simple, Aldar noticed.

"Thank you for taking the time to visit," the avian concluded, "I understand your concern, and I will take the necessary measures."

"Good, that is," said a third voice, one that sounded to Aldar to be more 'large', "In light of recent events... more importance we must put on this."

The tall woman looked around for a moment, "Oh- and obviously you should keep this on the down low."

"Of course."

"Well, off we must be. Come on, Blobbelda."

Out of the door came a person so large that Aldar seriously thought that she couldn't have fit thought the door. Light green skinned like her sister, but in her right hand she was carrying some light grayish thing. It looked like a cat, or a small bag, from the distance Aldar couldn't tell.

'The two combined made the other's appearances more pronounced', Aldar thought as he looked on.

Well, Goodbye," the thinner sister said.

As they walked off, Aldar came out of his 'hiding spot'.

'Well," he thought 'what... unique acquaintances Samantha has... and what weird speech quirks. Still it is a little odd that they met so secretly like this.. But," Aldar remarked, "It's not really my concern." He noticed that he still hadn't moved from that corridor. 'Am I thinking about this too much?' he thought. 'yep, that's what it is.' Needing to get some stuff back at his office, he took off.


Aldar was surprised to find Nevile in his office when he got back. He was standing in the middle of the room, a somewhat worried look on his face. He still had his work clothes on, which meant that he came directly here ofter the day was over.

"Oh, Nevile. What are you doing here?" Aldar asked, putting some papers away.

"What did Rothm want?" Nevile asked almost before Aldar finished his sentence.

"Oh- he is proposing that we expand the maintenance section." Said Aldar, while finishing de-cluttering his desk.

"Yes I am sure he..." Nevile's expression changed drastically, " What! ... Why?"

Aldar shrugged,

"He didn't say, but personally I think it is a move to gain popularity. And, to me, it's working. You know how we need the space." Aldar said, while waving a hand to the area around his desk, witch was cluttered with all sorts of tools.

"I am just warning you, I just... have a bad... feeling. If I were you, I wouldn't trust him."

Aldar put a hand on his head, his claw tapping the top of his forehead,
"Well, let me ask you something, Nevile; have you ever actually spoken to the guy?

"N-no but-"

"A-ha! There you go!" Aldar exclaimed, hands in an 'I told you so' position, "You are just saying what your feelings are."

"Aldar..." Nevile seemed to be pleading now.

"..." Aldar remained silent, giving his response in the form of a hard stare.

Nevile seemed to smile slightly,

"... I am just trying to help you..."

"I know you are, but this time I think your suspicions are unfounded," Aldar said, getting up and waling around his desk towards his friend, "Now, seeing you all worried like this is starting to get meworried now, too. Could you do me, and yourself, a favor and don't let your "fears" consume you? Your my friend, and I hate to see you worry about nothing." All while he said this Nevile seemed to be thinking hard, his usually active eyes now fixed on the ground beneath him.

"Well I guess you may be right... I'll be out of your way now." Nevile replied.

"Ok, bye." Aldar said, opening his desk drawer, beginning to get out some papers.

Nevile Headed for the door. As he open the door his tone changed, "The last time I had this feeling... someone got hurt. At first I didn't think much on it, but afterwards... I hope nothing happens here, but..." Nevile shook his head, deep in thought, "... Nevermind- later Weldar...".

And before Aldar could ask about anything, Nevile shut the door, leaving Aldar in a hushed silence.


Again, Sorry this took so long. But I had also worked on an upcoming chapter while I was writing this, so please bare with me.

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