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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1427733" data-attributes="member: 13737">You easily find scraps of the metal you are looking for.  None are overly large, and you estimate you'll need at least 40 kilograms of the stuff since you think you'll have to melt it down and smelt it into suitable sizes, and will probably lose at least 25% of the mass during that process.  Looking at the size of the scrap pile, it shouldn't take more than an hour to get the metal gathered if all of 'you' get cracking on it, despite Jackson's constant complaining that "this is going to take way too long." Har har... 35 search check.  This will be fun. You find the metal in twelve minutes flat.  Hey look!  A four leaf clover!  And an indian head nickle!  And a P32 Irridium Space Discombobulator!  Jeeze, you nearly have everything you need for a Marvin the Martian death ray. "Hey, I found a little piec..." Jackson says, coming out of the scrap pile with a small brick of the metal.  You have about 60 kilograms in a pile near the workbench and are relaxing, eating one of the donuts you brought.  "...of .. metal.. Holy crap!  Think you can find my watch?  Lost it here a few weeks ago..." You look under the cabinet he's by and see it laying there.  You point to it. "Sweeeeeeet," Jackson says, recovering his watch. "Holy crap!  We have a P32 Irridium Space Discombobulator?  YOINK!" Anna says, grabbing it covetously.  "I shall hug it and squeeze it and call it George," she says in her Russian accent. Knowledge check (general untrained, metallurgy, physics, chemistry) of 24. "Yeah, well, I figure eight weeks of melting this stuff down and smithing it into sheets and we can start work." "By my calculations, it will take no longer than 36 hours of effort to create the sheets, if we apply ourselves and find suitable smelting equipment," you correct him, going into a small dissertation of smelting techniques from a metallurgical book you read once. "Why aren't you building a robot again?" Jackson asks. "Or teaching at Yale," Anna giggles as she puches up some code in the computer.  You see an image of her armor, and the item you found, and she's attempting to change the targetting programming in her suit.  A password keeps popping up and she isn't having much luck getting past it.</blockquote>

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