[center][b][h3][color=00ff00]J'eon the Blacksmith[/color][/h3][/b][/center]
"Interesting," J'eon rumbled, feeling the machine taking shape in his head. And a means of hardening the surface of metal while the rest remained pliant? Incredible!

"I am eager to get started, once I have the materials," the Glen beamed, although he wondered what a 'paddle wheel' was, as the image that made in his head seemed strange. 

He was going to need to set up a proper shop instead of trying to do all this from the work cart, both to control the temperatures as well as to keep away prying eyes. Still, they could get started.

"I need to understand how you measure these?" the blacksmith said, eyeing the odd shapes they used for letters.

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[center][h3][color=00ff00][b]Jack Mallory, X.O.[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

"Then do it yourself," Jack responded, staring at Dr. Fortin.

Jack turned his stare at the rest of the department heads.

This was so... damned [i]casual.[/i] Some of them were people they had worked with for weeks or months, and yet the attitude here was like they were just going to be burning the trash.

But on the other hand, they couldn't risk possible soil contamination, or having one of the locals dig up the bodies.  

"Please pass word that the ceremony will take place at dusk. Crew not on duty and civilians who wish to attend should be there 15 minutes prior. Make sure the ash collection detail have suitable containers for holding the remains, we have no means of milling the ash to break down the bone fragments. Wodan, at what time is dusk?"

Jack paused. What would the natives think of this?