-Chapter 34: Ichor, Voices, and Memories-

It was another day in the secluded industrial city, and it was as lively as ever. The many smokestacks bellowed out the fumes of industry, supply carriages moved in and out at their usual steady paces, and the inhabitants went about their activities and duties of the day, such as those in the company of the foreman Emilio Inocencio, who were currently inside an area dedicated to testing their many contraptions.

In these empty fields lied one of their most eye catching and perhaps oddest creations. Standing at roughly eight meters in height was a near life sized model of a titan, crafted with a mixture of ceramic molds and machinery. Despite it being only the upper body, this marvel of craftsmanship was still a sight to behold. It had once served as a training dummy for the Training Corps many decades ago. But the continuous high cost for repairs soon made it unviable, instead being replaced with the much more cost effective wooden, flat, and easily replaceable variety.

Still it was a marvelous design, if a bit uncanny to most. Now it remained here in the city, serving a greater purpose.

"FIRE!"

*BO-BO-BOOM!*

"OHHHH!"

"AHAHAHAH!"

"BY THE WALLS!"

Being target practice for the industrial city's newest creation.

After days of hard work the crew assigned to this task had crafted and put together the newest addition to humanities arsenal, the Helblaster Volley Cannon. Some of the workers were rightfully wary about whether it would explode on them at the first go, but after seeing the fake titan's arm be blown off and sent flying a few yards off, it was more than enough to reassure their minds, and join their fellows in the merriment.

"That was glorious!"

"Imagine it we shot it at an actual titan!"

"I'll need my raincoat for that one! Ha-ha!"

Not wanting to stop their momentum the foreman called for his men to prepare the next volley.

"Next rack!"

Immediately they refocused, with the nearest worker turning the central clank, moving the gun's decks to the next loaded rack.

*CRA-CLANK*

"Adjust aim!"

Another worker pulled a lever, activating a mechanism installed that lifted the guns to an elevated height, aimed right for the titans head. With a boisterous shout Emilio ordered-

"FIRE!"

*BO-BO-BOOM!*

And with three well placed shots the titan's head was blown apart, revealing the interior mechanisms. All the work of keeping it in pristine condition was now null and void, but the crew cared little as they resumed to cackle among themselves and dance around the volley gun, like their ancient neanderthal ancestors when they first discovered fire (that is if this humanity followed a similar origin.) All in the presence of a few MP's who watched with frightened eyes at the scene before them.

Calming themselves down the crew looked upon their work with more clarity, realizing the damage they had done.

"Ahhh….well, that's a decade's worth of restoration down the drain…." Emilio said while scratching his head. Perhaps they should have not done their test on one of their most expensive projects, even if it was long since retired.

"Worth it." Voiced his crew in unison. The foreman laughed, soon turning his attention to the one responsible for their newest weapon. Standing next to the volley gun was Maverick, who was running his hand along the guns barrels, a look of reminiscence on his face.

"A marvelous weapon. I can see why the imperials loved them so." Maverick smiled, his eyes still looking over the gun. It had been a very, very, long time since he had last seen and heard the old volley.

"Must bring back some memories hm?" Emilio pressed. The large man nodded, as he had more than plenty of tales to tell of his experience with this artillery piece.

"*Chuckles* Certainly does, got saved by one of these guns, almost killed me too." The foreman's uncovered eye went wide as Maverick continued to recount a certain memory that had resurfaced. "It was during a battle in the Empire's southern borders. I was deep in a horde of orcs, bashing away at any that stood in my path, until some got the idea to dogpile on me, thinking if they couldn't chop me up, then they could suffocate me."

The other workers gathered around to hear, their expressions similar to that of Emilio's as Maverick continued to speak, the glow in his eyes dulling slightly, snickering as the memories of that day flashed in his eyes. "They were so focused on me that they didn't see the guns aiming for them over the hill until it was too late."

He could still hear the greenskins screams, feeling the bodies closest atop him go limb, while others were blown away, dousing him in their rancid blood. Then of the course there was the smell, Gods above the smell… "Remember popping out of the pile after the volleys hit, like some troglodyte. *Chuckle* Nearly spooked the souls out of the poor gunners."

"What a horrid experience."

Maverick's eyes glowed bright once more as he turned to the men surrounding him, specifically to Emilio who had spoken. Smirking he continued.

"Yeah, being under a ton of green, sweaty, and putrid smelling bodies is something I don't wish on my greatest enemies….no wait, I do." That got him a few worried chuckles from the workers. Looking back to the cannon he thought back to its creator, offering some passing words.

'Hope Morr's keeping you safe…' He thought. 'Know that your works, your legacy, lives on in a new world...'

"Well I'd say that this one is more than ready for the battlefield, wouldn't you say?" Emilio said in a jolly tone, earning him a chuckled response.

"Ohhh, it's ready all right." The goliath said patting the barrels. "Buuuut, some additional tests wouldn't hurt." His smirked as he watched the workers around him raise their heads with excited looks. "Plus, we gotta give it some final touches."

He spoke of its exterior design. While the imperial version had an assortment of iconography and unique parts, the one they had built was far less extravagant, its decorative additions not being a priority. But seeing as it was a brand-new model straight off the factory floor it was understandable. That just meant that they would have to craft them later, with this land's own symbols in mind.

"Oh, of course!"

"I agree!"

"What they said!"

And so Maverick and his associates continued on, testing out their newest weaponry. The next one up being one that will catch many an eye among the Military Police.

-oOo-

Firing Range, inside the Industrial City

The sounds of firearms were heard throughout the firing range. To the trained ear one would raise a questioning brow at the sound of multiple, near simultaneous shots being fired. That was because the weapons being tested was none other than the city's latest breakthrough in their gun development. The Repeater Handgun and the Repeater pistol.

Maverick and the rest of the gathered workers watched both of his MP escorts fire off their guns at the training targets of their choosing. Once their ammunition had been spent the elder officer lowered his repeater, looking to see his performance. A small smirk on his face as he saw that all shots struck their intended target, for he still had the talent.

"So, how they feel?" Hearing his charge's voice he turned to see the man look down at him with an expecting smile, his younger partner following close behind.

"Certainly heavier than our usual ones, bit more of a kick too…" He replied, while looking over the gun in his hands, feeling its weight. Despite his words Maverick could hear the glee in the old man's voice.

"But the more chances to shoot is absolutely worth it, in my opinion." His young partner nodded vigorously, for he had taken the words straight out of his mouth. The MP turned to a nearby table to reload the gun, where another innovation was placed.

Called a speed loader by the goliath, the device allowed them to reload their guns at a quicker pace. The handheld device contained six steel balls to be inserted, with another similar looking device called the multi rammer to be utilized. Loading and prepping the multi barreled gun he was ready to start firing again.

"So you mentioned something about a rapid fire?" The MP asked.

"Ah yeah. Just spin the barrels, and squeeze the trigger." Maverick exclaimed, eager to see the man's reaction. Everyone looked with anticipation as the old MP secured his footing, spun the barrels, and took a deep breath.

*P-P-P-P-P-PFF!*

"Holy-" He shouted, as the recoil nearly made him drop the handgun. Unfortunately, he inhaled some of the discharged smoke, going into a coughing fit.

"Sir, you alright?!" The young MP voiced, rushing to the senior's side. The man continued to cough, his partner worrying that he might start to cough up a lung, until said coughs turned to a hoarse, wheezing laugh.

"Hu-hu-hu…" The old MP finally recovered and stood up, causing the young officer to back up with a look of shock, as he saw something he never thought he would see from the old man.

He was smiling. An honest to God genuine smile was on his face. In the time the two had been assigned together he had never seen the man show such an emotion, didn't believe he was even capable of smiling.

"Ohhh, that felt good." He spoke, his usual grump and flat tone replaced with one of satisfaction. Turning to Maverick he raised the handgun into the air, a toothy grin on his face. "Oi, can I keep this one?"

This caused the crew to erupt into laughter, not expecting such a reaction from an MP. While this was going on a messenger entered the area, approaching the foreman. Getting his attention the young messenger whispered into Emilio's ear, causing the man to excitingly exclaim. "Ah, excellent!"

"What's happened?" Maverick asked, watching the courier turn back to God knows where. In his continued excited demeanor the foreman motioned for the giant to lower his head to his level.

"Our artillerymen have arrived!" Maverick took pause for a few moments, processing this new information. "Ah yeah, completely forgot."

Emilio chuckled, patting Maverick's arm. With all the excitement going on he too had forgotten that they were due to arrive this day. "Best not keep them waiting!"

-oOo-

Maverick and Emilio had begun the somewhat lengthy trek towards the entrance to the city, their MP escorts following close behind. The two had the pleasure of hearing the elder MP grumble and mutter to himself along the way, of course the reason being they had to unfortunately return the repeaters back to the workers, so that the other workshops and sectors could have a base model to begin making more.

After what seemed like nearly a half hour of walking and listening to the officer's grumbles, they had at last arrived too the main entrance area, where a group of rose backed soldiers were currently talking with one another, completely unaware of their approach.

"Welcome gentlemen!" Shouted Emilio, waving to get the men's attention. Some who noticed informed the others, turning now to meet them. Maverick's eyes widened as the Garrison soldiers standing before were very familiar, especially the tall, blonde haired, scruffy looking man. "Maverick?"

"Hannes!"

Upon speaking their names the group of soldiers approached the goliath, nearly enveloping him. Emilio and the MPs were a slightly taken aback by the interaction, as some of the Garrison members patted Mavrick's arms and shook his large hands, all the while he did the same, even lifting the sole female member bringing her into a hug.

"Was wondering where you went." Hannes said. "Some were saying you just up and left the Walls." Maverick gave a questioning look while placing his hands on his hips.

"Ha! As if I'd leave you all high and dry." His exaggerated laugh elicited some relieved responses, glad to know that the man responsible for helping them long ago hadn't abandoned them. "So the higher ups sent you guys, eh?

"Having Pixis' strong recommendation will do that." Hugo responded, with a slightly nerved chuckle.

"Well, it'll be nice to fight with some familiar faces." The feeling was mutual among the Garrison. Finally taking notice of the smaller man and MP's the captain of the squad introduced himself.

"Ah apologies. Captain Hannes, pleasure to meet the men responsible for all our gear." Holding out his hand the foreman did the same, giving a warm smile to the captain.

"Emilio Inocencio. The foreman of this sector." Taking back his hand he took a moment to observe the size difference between Maverik and the rest of the squad. "I see you're all familiar with one another."

Hannes snickered, it was certainly one way to say it. Slapping Maverick's arm he explained. "Big Man over here saved our skins in the skirmish." The others voiced their agreements as Hannes face turned a bit somber as he gave the giant a thankful look. "Saved some people very close to me."

Maverick gave a smile and patted the man shoulder. Emilio simply smiled at the camaraderie the two shared, reminded him of his father's relationship with an old friend of the family.

"Well then Captain, allow us to get you and your crew acquainted." He gestured for the group to follow him, as he made his way back towards the testing grounds. "I'm certain you've been informed of your new position?"

"Yeah, supposed to be the new mobile artillery." Hannes said, emphasizing their new status as the scout's personal cannon crew. "Curious to see how we'll actually carry those big guns around the plains."

Emilio snickered, to the captain's confusion. Seemed that Hannes had the idea that they would be utilizing the cannons atop the walls. Turning his head the captain could see the grin on the foreman's face as clear as day.

"Fortunately Captain, you won't be using those cannons." His uncovered eyes narrowed, causing Hannes and his squad to raise some brows. "We have something more advanced in mind."

-oOo-

Firing Range, a few days later…

"FIRE!"

*BOOM*

…

*BO-BO-BO-BO-BO-BOOM-*

The empty field was filled with the glorious and booming sounds of repeated cannon fire, as the newly appointed Garrison squad were utilizing one of the greatest and most innovative pieces of artillery they had ever laid their eyes on, and touched with their mortal fingers. After a lengthy but understandable crash course courtesy of the demigod the new artillery crew were taking the newly minted Revolver Cannon out for some target practice.

Despite being told what kind of payloads they'd be dealing with they were left in shock and awe the moment the first shell was fired off, and the destructive power left in its wake. Like children receiving a brand new toy the crew nearly blew through the entire magazine round in one go, gleefully watching as the headless and armless fake titan body be reduced to a pile of wreckage. Thankfully they were stopped before they could fire the last few shell rounds, saving them for later reproduction in the future.

"Ten shots! TEN WHOLE DAMN SHOTS! HAHA!" Hanes shouted. His vigorous tone was shared among his squad as they were absolutely enthralled with the new cannon.

"This puts the guns in Shiganshina to shame!"

"These magazines are the bloody future!"

"We could put this kind of tech in our rifles! Imagine!"

Images flashed in their minds, hundreds of these new cannons manning the Wall'O'Guns back in Shiganshina and atop the walls, being sent out into the wild lost lands, bringing death to humanities enemies. This single model was to them a game changer, second only to the man who brought this weapon into their collective minds.

The excitement they radiated was quite endearing, as Maverick, Emilio, and the workers looked on with smiles on their faces. They too could empathize with their joyous feelings, for they had the pleasure of bringing this weapon into reality.

"Glad to see your all enjoying yourselves." Emilio spoke, getting the Garrisons attention. Some in the squad surrounded both the foreman and the giant showering them with praise and thanks.

"Hah, with this well make short work of the dead eyed freaks!" The captain said, patting the cannon's top barrel. It was an amusing boast, for the same was said in regard to the creation of the ODM gear so many decades ago, yet here humanity still remained, in the same situation as their ancestors.

But considering present company, perhaps there was truth to Hannes's words. Only time would tell.

The rest of the day was followed by additional training and tactics introduced to the new artillery crew, such as firing their new guns while on the move. Seeing as they were to join the scouts in their future expeditions, they would have to learn how to fire the cannon while under pressure of consistent movement and titan encounters.

Which is why along with the new cannons, the workers had constructed a new form of mobile platform, sized to hold and support the cannon, its ammunition, and crew, all while being pulled by two of the strongest horses in the city. The platform was also equipped with a new rotating gear mechanism, allowing the crew to move the center platform three hundred and sixty degrees.

Hannes and the rest of his squad mates could only look on with excited and slightly nervous faces, for they certainly had their work cut out for them.

-oOo-

A few days later…

In the following days the artillery crews' training continued as they got a feel and understanding for their newest style of fighting with both cannons. Having to both fire and reload while in constant and often sharp motion was something entirely foreign to the Garrison, but under the guidance of both Maverick and of their captain they persevered, despite the errors and mistakes made along the way.

It was around eleven in the morning when the giant called them back for lunch, pleased with their performance. Emilio saw fit to bring the artillery crew to the city's plaza, where all manner of small family owned restaurants and food stalls had been established. Deciding on a simple sandwich shop the crew made themselves comfortable, before digging into their meals like half-starved dogs.

Maverick's escorts sat at another table, deciding to distance themselves, but keep a close eye on the group, just in case.

"Well I'd say today was quite productive." Emilio began. Maverick nodded in agreement while taking a bite out of one of the four large sub-styled sandwiches he purchased.

"Damn shame we could only make so few models though." He muttered, before taking another bite. The foreman's expression fell as he placed his meal down.

"Yes, Shiganshina's restoration was quite a taxing endeavor, and draining for everyone, including the crown." Memories of that day replayed in his head, rubbing his missing pinkie as he continued to reminisce. "Not to mention we had to build it from scratch. Our predecessors seemed keen to take that knowledge to their graves."

That little bit of info caused everyone to stop eating and look back at Emilio with shock, well nearly everyone. Maverick held a more suspicious expression, his eyes narrowing as he asked.

"Really? No plans or old sketches?" Emilio nodded, leaving Maverick to ponder. Erwin's theory, or late father's theory, was certainly becoming more plausible. Why wouldn't those who built the walls leave behind plans for their descendants? Suspicions, suspicions…

"Well I'm certain once they see the performance reports they'll be hammering for more models on the field!" Emilio's cheery voice returned, bringing Maverick out of his thoughts. "That's the plan."

The conversation soon switched to other pleasurable topics, as Maverick was curious to know what was going one back at Shiganshina. "So Hannes, how's things back at the district?"

Lifting his head he took a few moments to think before answering his friend. "Pretty calm honestly. Been seeing fewer titans make their way to the wall these days."

Maverick held a smug look, hidden in his large dark beard. He was glad to know that his little giant squad were doing their job as intended. "And your buddies in the corps have been missing you, of course."

His smile turned upwards at that. If it wasn't for the MP's restrictions on communications, he would have been sending them letters every day. Suppose he'll just have to make it up to them before he left the city.

A sudden though entered his brain and with a questioning look he asked his rose backed friend a question. "And uhh…how're the Yeager's doing?"

Hannes gave him a surprised look, as if amazed he even remembered them. His squad mates gave him some odd looks, but didn't seem willing to pry.

"They've been well." He finally said, a hint of relief in his voice. "Like I said a while back, Carla's folks and the towns' really been supporting her a lot."

Soon though his eyes turned downcast as he spoke in a more concerned tone. With a sigh he explained. "Though from what she's been telling me, Eren's been having more than a few nightmares."

The giant sighed. It pained his hearts to know that the young boy still suffered, the night terrors a sign of his still troubled psyche. But hopefully being among friends and family would help to provide him with comfort and aid.

"Lord watch over that boy…"

Hannes shared the sentiment. He'd seen Eren grow throughout the years, and to hear he was in such a state was painful enough, he couldn't imagine what Carla must be going through. She described him always looking so panicked and confused, never able to truly recall what he dreamed of, besides the bear that took Grisha. He too offered a silent prayer to whomever of Maverick's gods was listening.

Suddenly he recalled a memory of when he spoke with the family, and just before he took another bite he spoke, less he forget once again.

"Oh! Speaking of them just reminded me." Earning the large man's attention he continued. "Carla's folks wanted to invite ya over for dinner."

Maverick was a bit put off by the sudden shift in topic, but a part of him was glad to have stopped speaking on it, as it brought the overall mood down. Regarding the invitation he felt flattered, and a bit nostalgic at the invitation. It had been quite some time since he'd last attended such dinners, not since his last marriage.

"Oh well that's nice." He scratched his beard, as he was unsure what the future would entail for him. "I'll have to check my schedule once I get back though."

After that small exchange the conversation died down among the group, while it was entertaining to hear the pleasant, if somewhat personal conversation between the two men, they'd preferred their food to go down into their gullets than have the flies claim it.

Afterwards they made their way back to the training fields for another round of training. As they passed down the roads the giant spoke up.

"Emilio, I have a favor to ask."

The foreman turned around to meet the man eye to eye, walking backwards while still ahead of the group. "What do you need my friend?"

Huffing at his casual tone he explained, while scratching the back of his head. "Well, now that we've got the big guns done, there's some personal projects I was hoping to get underway with."

"Oh?" Emilio's visible brow raised with intrigue. "Do tell."

"I've been meaning to expand my arsenal you see." He lowered his head, just as his moustache curved upwards. "Into the ranged variety."

The MP's escorting the man looked at him with questioning looks, while Emilio's was one of excitement.

"But what about Skullsmite?" Said a familiar voice. Turning his head Maverick looked to Hugo, who saw it as a sign to continue. "You can throw it like a cannon, heck I've seen you throw cannon balls at titans up on the wall."

Maverick smiled. "Valid points Hugo." He raised his finger as he continued. "But, as the saying goes, variety is the spice of life!"

Maverick walked a quickly lowered his head, gesturing for everyone to close in. "But if I'm being really honest? It's been YEARS since I last shot a gun! My ancestral blood's been boiling ever since!" Humored laughs sounded off from the soldiers.

"I see no issue!" Emilio said, causing all eyes to turn to him. "As our guest of honor, our forges and workshops are at your disposal!"

Maverick raised his head, giving the young foreman (to him) a very appreciative smile.

"My thanks Emilio."

-oOo-

Inside the Firearm Assembly Workshop…

Emilio's claim was rather far-fetched, seeing as he was only one of the many foreman stationed in the city. However, seeing as the governing body of the city was informed of Maverick's blessing by the king, both in oral and in written form, he was allowed to operate and create whatever manner of weaponry he so desired and saw fit to create, just as long as it would prove a net positive in humanities war against the titans.

Once he entered the complex many a worker inside was surprised to see the larger-than-life man, grinning from ear to ear. Even more surprising was seeing him with an old cannon in one hand, and a large rectangular case in the other. Opening it up revealed many smithing tools, sized just for him. As for the cannon, it would serve as a basis for his newest anti-titan weapon.

Unfortunately, much of the machinery was far too low in technology for anything too grandiose and advanced, but thanks to his many millenniums of experience he was more than able to craft a weapon capable of bringing down the giants of the lost lands.

With designs already in mind he set to work in bringing his ideal firearms into reality. Of course the machinery in the facility was better suited for those of normal heights and sizes. Luckily for him a number of workers were tasked by the foreman to assist the man in his endeavors. A task they felt more than honored to do.

For days he had secluded himself inside the facility, either forging the many parts needed, engraving, or directing others in individual tasks. The only times he would be seen outside was for the occasional break to fetch a meal or when nature called. Every so often he'd be visited by the foreman or Hannes and receive some updates concerning their progress, as well as see his.

It was in one of those days when Maverick had made great progress in his work, and invited them to see. Upon arrival they were greeted by the towering man, who simply said.

"It is done."

He led them into the complex, with Emilio sending a barrage of questions to the man, each time replying with a simple "You'll see…" Though the toothy grin on his face failed to hide his own excitement.

Passing many a smiling and greeting worker they made their way from the assembly line to the interior workshops. There he led the men to the farthest room, where the workers that had assisted him through the ordeal were waiting, their looks of pride and accomplishment only increasing both Emilio's and Hannes' excitement and intrigue respectively.

"Gentlemen. Behold!" With a boisterous and booming voice he swung the door open, allowing his companions to gaze at the marvelous creation, and what a marvel it was. Or perhaps marvels would be the correct term.

For the man did not create just one, but two firearms! The first was the most jaw dropping of two, as it was the old garrison cannon gifted to the man long ago, now its barrel had been rifled, and engraved with an assortment of decorative markings. The most eye catching part however was that the weapon now incorporated a new frame and mechanism very much similar to the revolving cannon, as a large magazine atop was shown, alongside four more on the table.

The other weapon, while not as oddly fascinating looking, was equally great. It was a rifle of sorts, similar to the many standard issued buckshot. Of course it was seized to the giants' stature, but that was not the only difference. What separated it was the additional barrel, giving it an over and under configuration, each of them heavily engraved. The second was two new breech lock mechanisms, a perfect fit for the new larger brass shells, which came strapped with the stock, and the bandolier that was now adorned on the man's waist.

Slowly the giant took hold of these grand weapons in each massive hand and raised them high.

"Presenting the newest additions to my grand giant ass-kicking arsenal! K'boom and Lakhesis!"

His two friends were left in jaw dropping awe, well Hannes was. Emilio went on to rush to Maverick's side and immediately begin inspecting the weapons, his eyepiece extending and zooming in on everything and anything.

"Astonishing Maverick, simply astonishing!" Seeing his near pleading look Maverick placed his new super-sized shotgun onto the table allowing Emilio to take a greater and thorough examination.

"Gotta agree with the man Mav, they're absolute beauties." Hanes remarked, eyeing the newly retrofitted shell launcher "Glad to see that old cannon found some use."

The man gave a smile while running his hand through the engraved cannon barrel. "There's a saying where I'm from, one man's trash is another man's treasure."

A bemused laugh spewed out from the captain's mouth. Never did he take the giant for a dumpster diver. The sounds of continuous clinking sounded causing the two to see the shorter foreman pull the levers to the breech lock, an awed look on his face.

*Cla-clink*

*Cla-clink*

"Fascinating…so do you simply insert the shells here?" He asked. Maverick nodded, as he took the shotgun once more. "Yep. Just insert them like so…" Taking two from his bandolier he quickly inserted and secured the brass shells. An almost vicious looking grin formed on his face, as his ears heard the oh so wonderous and missed sounds of the gun clinking into place.

"And it's ready to blow a giant's nape off."

He could hear the approving voices of his ancestors, no doubt finally pleased to see their descendant uphold the universal right to bear all manner of arms in the face of all threats.

"So, what now big man?" Hannes said, smirking as the giant let out a very excited chuckle.

"Now? I get to take em out for a little target practice!" Placing his new shooter over his shoulder and grabbing the extra magazines he thanked the workers for all their help, before setting off to the firing ranges the foreman and the captain close behind.

-oOo-

A month and a half later…

Weeks had passed, with Hannes and the rest of his crew eventually leaving with the new cannons, no doubt to show it off to both the other members of the Garrison and to the MP's. Still Maverick continued to introduce more and more ideas and concepts to the people of the factory city, ideas that would later on be categorized into several independent projects tasked among the different sectors of the city. Unfortunately Maverick wouldn't be around to see these project's progress as he received a letter from a courier, notifying him that his time in the city was reaching its end, seeing as he had completed the tasks in which he was originally sent to do.

Emilio reassured that he would send letters with updates, a greatly appreciated thought. Their friendship had risen over the weeks to a point where the two were never seen apart, a massive ox and peppy little egret, as some joked.

At the moment the two were relaxing in Emilio's office, enjoying late night drink. The two didn't speak, simply enjoying the calm atmosphere, surrounded by the many pieces of machinery that had been stored and displayed, like the many designs of the ODM gear.

"*Sigh* A shame to see you go Maverick, truly." Emilio's hand idly caressed the new repeater holstered in his new belt, a gift from the man standing near the window. "Almost seems like only yesterday when you first arrived."

A low chuckle was heard, as the giant took a sip from his custom stein mug, a gift from a brewery he had visited often during his stay.

"As much as I want to stay here and continue, I have people waiting back at Shiganshina." Emilio nodded, understanding completely. The scouts, the people of these walls, needed their hero. Though this wasn't a final goodbye, oh no, he'd be certain to send messages out whenever they made any breakthroughs in their projects, so far it seemed project Catrazza was progressing nicely.

"Well, you've certainly given us much to remember you by." He jested, though it went unanswered for a few minutes, leading the man to turn and see Maverick simply staring at the window. Upon seeing what had captivated the man he too was left surprised, as little white flakes began to descend from the sky "Oh, it's snowing!"

He always enjoyed the snow as a child, his mother and father often took him to the nearest hill to go sledding. A wonderous memory he thought, thinking he should take a trip home sometime soon, perhaps even invite his friend as well. Turning to ask his proposition he stopped himself the moment he saw the man's vacant face. He seemed almost in a frozen state, the only sign he was alive being his chest slowly rising.

"Maverick?"

Hearing his name caused him to blink quickly, and look down to the man, offering an apologetic smile. "Sorry Emi. Just lost in my thoughts."

His brows raised at the sudden shortening of his name, but didn't mind. The two had grown familiar enough since their first meeting. Still with a questioning face Maverick explained. "I promised my squad I would bring them something back when I returned."

He chuckled in response, patting his arm as he stood to his side. "Your care for them is that of a father."

"Hmph, got me there…"

The two shared a laugh, though the foreman was not too far off. He did show a strong need to protect his fellow scouts. He had lost his fair share of friends and companions throughout his many lives, be it in the near never ending wars with the locust and their next of kin back on Sera, the grinding battles throughout the Koprulu Sector, or during the infected madness back in New York.

Then there were those who fell in conflicts that he regrettably didn't have a hand in participating. The only knowledge of their fates being their keepsakes or last recordings, writings, or what was left of them.

He wished to change that, or at least try to, gods be willing. And what better time than now, as the season of giving was right at their doorstep.

"But that doesn't change the fact that I want to give them a little something to help em out. To tell them that even if I'm not there in person, I'll at least be there in spirit." A smile appeared as he turned to watch the snow fall. "Besides it's the season of giving, and they've giving me much already."

"Season of giving?" Emilio asked, for he was unfamiliar with the term.

"This time of year there's a certain holiday celebrated among my people, and other lands as well." He explained. "To some it marked the day that the Son of God was born. To others it was a day where families and friends come together in joyous merriment, as well as receive gifts from a saintly and jolly man…"

For the next few minutes or so Maverick continued to speak of the holiday known as Christmas and share a few anecdotes regarding his encounters with the man who could deliver gifts to every child in the world within a single night, a feat that left his friend completely bemused at the concept.

Yet what fascinated him more was the similarities in holidays. Like their winter solstice, families would join together and celebrate their continued survival, with the advent of gift giving as well. Never would he have thought that humans from far beyond held similar festivities, nor had he ever thought that there were others across the stars, as Maverick's dossiers claimed.

"I wish to use the forges for a time, if you'll indulge me." Maverick's sudden request was met with a grin, as the foreman was more than happy to oblige, it was the season of giving after all. "Of course my friend. As I've said, they are at your disposal."

-oOo-

With his last remaining days in the city Maverick had once again secluded himself inside one of the biggest forges the city had to offer, intent on crafting what he believed would be excellent gift to his comrades in the Survey Corps, and what better gifts for soldiers than some shiny new weapons?

However, he desired to go far and beyond the mere ultrahard blades they had been supplied. These were meant to be gifts that they would enjoy and utilize for years to come. Each of these new blades had to be special, given their own individual touches and designs. And so, with all the ultra-hard steel at his disposal, training from many master smiths, and a little bit of imagination, he had set himself to work.

Utilizing his gifted tools, and his own two hands, he had shaped and formed the steel into the forms of his choosing, like an artisan would mold clay. The many protective wards from his gods went into full effect, negating much of what would have been flesh searing pain whenever he touched the glowing hot steel, though he'd still feel the occasional stings and twinges which he didn't mind in the least, for it reminded him that he still had a sense of pain.

He had lost track of time inside the forge, for he was adamant to get these blades done, but also give each of his weapons the time they deserved, for works such as these could not be rushed.

Despite his limited time his efforts remarkably bared much fruit, in the forms of nearly two dozen uniquely shaped blades. While each looked quite exquisite, there was no doubt that the ones meant for his squad were the most unique. He had gone a bit too far and above with their creation, some might even say he held more than a bit of favoritism, but it was his squad, and they deserved only the best.

"They're gonna flip when they get a hold of you."

He smiled as he ran his hand across the one meant for Hange, his eyes drifting from its steel frame to its many embedded ultra hard razor blades. He could only imagine the looks on their faces. Of course his mind then turned to the other hundred or so scouts in the regiment, those he still had yet to make.

He sighed, while it was impressive he was able to craft so many in such a short amount of time, he would need even more time to even hope to be able to accomplish such a titanic feat as arming all two hundred and so soldiers with hand crafted swords.

His situation reminded him of a tale he heard from an old elven companion, of how their god of smiths failed to craft a hundred blades within a year. He chuckled, least he wouldn't get the shit kicked out of him for failing to meet the deadline.

Cracking his back he decided to continue on, he could always just order some ultra hard steel once he got back and enchant them later, no biggie. However, before he could get back to work a voice suddenly made itself known.

"Build that great machine once more…."

He stopped and remained still. He knew he was alone, for no one besides Emi had entered the forge since the day he secluded himself, nor had he sensed any spectral entities pass through the room recently. Thus there was only one explanation, which made him cock a half smile. He knew it was only a matter of time before the powers that be from this world would speak to him.

Despite its near echoey and faint tone, he could clearly hear the passion held by this mysterious voice. It sounded young, possibly a man still at the cusps of adulthood, yet there was a hint of determination, as after a few more seconds of silence it spoke to him once more.

"It's punch served you well…. It will see them through too, in the battles to come…."

The battles to come it said. Seems that this entity knew a little bit about him and of the future, or believed itself to know. It was something that the demigod always took with a very heavy amount of salt. The future was a constantly shifting force, none could fully know how events would play out, despite what some deities and powerful individuals he had meet would claim.

He waited a few more seconds, but it seemed that the voice had come and spoken its peace, leaving the man to ponder at its words.

"Great machine…hmph."

This voice spoke as if he should have known what it was talking about, which he sort of did. It was familiar, so very familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on this great machine at that precise moment. Living so many long lives among so many worlds and universes tended to turn his mind into a hodgepodge of memories, so trying to remember very specific things was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, especially with something as cryptic as a great machine.

He began to pace around, jogging his noggin by repeating the word like a mantra. The juices began to flow the more he concentrated, as well as tapping his skull. His mind scurried the many memories, trying to find those that correlated with the voice's words. It wasn't until he looked to his hand that he finally did remember.

"Ohhh…OH!"

Images flashed before his eyes! Of that horrid lifetime from ages past! Yet it was in said lifetime where he had both utilized that machine and was gifted the knowledge to build it, by the same angels that had guided its original creator. "Of course! Why didn't I think of that sooner?"

He soon began to laugh, cursing himself. It was so simple, a machine like that would be the ultimate gift! Getting ahold of himself he squared his shoulders, for he knew this would be a hell of a task, especially in such a short amount of time, but he had worked miracles before.

But first there was the matter of his blades. While they were pretty much done, there was still some finishing touches he had yet to do. Taking ahold of one of the custom blades he began to engrave a series of runic markings. Once they were done he placed it back down, before raising his left hand.

For a moment he wondered if he was willing to go through with it, as this would certainly make them ask some serious questions about him. Such thoughts were soon erased from his mind, he reaffirmed that he would be with them in spirit in the expeditions to come, and this was the best way possible.

Besides, the element needed to power that machine remained inside him. And there was only one way that he was going to get it out.

Steeling himself he took a deep breath, taking hold of a sharpened piece of ultrahard steel that was left over from the forging. Focusing hard he drew the sharp piece over his palm, speaking in a low pitched and utterly foreign tongue as the markings on his body began to dim in their glow, allowing himself to cut his palm open…

And let a glowing blue ichor to steadily stream down into the crafted runes of the blade.

A/N: And so works of another world have made their way into the hands of the people of this new world, and our hero's arsenal rises, ready to put his 2nd amendment right into practice.

A bit of a fun fact, I originally was going to have Maverick be armed with a gun alongside Skullsmite, that being an ornate bolter, gifted by Big E himself. But I thought it was a bit too advanced for the time, so I scrapped it, until now. Think of K'boom as an ancient bolter of sorts. Lakhesis was also meant to be an Olympia (Olympia gang represent), but I saw a video a while back from the channel Forgotten Weapons called "Most Unusual Over/Under Shotgun I've Seen" and thought it would be cool to have as a sort of missing link shotgun. Also its name is based on an old lover of Mav's, for those curious.

I would also like to take this chance to say that I am not a weapons engineer or gunsmith by trade so most of my knowledge on the specifics of firearm construction is very limited so don't expect me to get into the nitty gritty details.

Next chapter we'll see Maverick reunite with his comrades and bring about the spirit of Christmas. It was meant to be last year's holiday themed chapter, but there were so many other topics I wanted to get to first, and I can only do so many chapters in a month. Until next time.