((Been getting my knack for drawing things back again lately, sorry about not posting. Just need to keep myself from losing it again.))<br/><br/>"Though I would enjoy to have some decent assistance in this, which I am undoubtedly sure you would do, I wish to actually finish the work on my own. Selfish it may be, but it is more out of pride than anything else.The entire project has been a work of my own, and I wish it to remain so," he explained.<br/><br/>Turning back to his work, Mordecai then began to go into detail about how it worked while he tinkered with the wires near the shoulder. "My arm used to be a crippled and useless limb at one point. I had to learn how to do everything one-handed, and I'd ended up being better with one hand than most of my colleagues were with both. When I was to replace it, I had it surgically removed, and then fixed a slot onto the stump. It made this arm detachable, and were I to make any other attachments, I could simply fit them into the slot and have a usable limb." He pointed near the shoulder of the arm he was working on, a few wires and rods protruding from it.<br/><br/>He suppressed a laugh as he said, "I'd once fashioned a gun as an attachment to replace a lower arm. It was an effective plasma weapon, although I scrapped it later as it overheated too quickly. I plan on making this new arm more customizable, with tools and weaponry able to be added and removed as needed. Perhaps a blade of some sort in the wrist, or a retractable laser in the forearm."<br/><br/>Much of what he had left to do was position a few wires so that they would not be pinched and therefore ruined in the joints.The pressure pads had already been attached properly, in the fingertips, palm, and lining the top and left sides of both the upper and forearm. Most of what was left was working the plating to fit just right, covering all of the vital areas and still allowing greatly flexible movement.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>