medigel
Vosin had been working on her flamethrower all morning. It had started out as a simple cleaning task and had quickly devolved into a fiasco. She'd taken it apart ok, and cleaned everything as she was suppose to. When she'd put it back together and tried to work it though, nothing happened. With a sigh she'd taken it all back apart. Vos examined it carefully. Nothing seemed out of order.
Once more she put it back together, but when she tested it. Nothing. A useless flamethrower. Vos groaned to herself, and dismantled it further than what she usually had to do. "This is a job for smiths," she muttered to herself as she fiddled unsuccessfully with pieces. Once again she'd jumped from the frypan to the fire. She sighed. If Vesin had been free she could have called her twin. Surely Ves would have known what to do.
For now the flamethrower had been completely dismantled. It was not but a bunch of scattered pieces. Vos had no idea where to start or finish from here.
