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Caterpillar 808F Skid Loader: Ol' Number 7
The Importance of Being Ernesto
“While it takes many valuable people to run any company, there is none more important than the cat that runs the forklift.” - Ward McCready.
Meet Ernesto T. Rodarte of Station 19, Outpost 31 located on Rospaw, the last of Ubiquidyne Industries’ port hubs before the thirty-seven hour jump to Helvetius. Don’t call him Ernie, or Ern, or any shortened facsimile of what his name is. He is Ernesto. And out here in the Dark, that carries more weight than any overly familiar and juvenile misrepresentation can carry. He has no time for any level of stupid keeping this station running smoothly. He doesn’t talk much; but when he does, it’s fast and precise and always with the best interests of the facility in mind. He is an asshole and an asset, and he is proud of both. And above all, he wants everything to run smooth.
However…
He may be inclined to “adjust” shipping manifests and other documentations and orders if the priorities deem it necessary or the price is right. Treat him fair and he’ll treat you fair; treat him otherwise and there may be an issue. Or five. Or simply something missing from your cargo’s smooth passage through this bustling port. Shrink happens, more so in a vast, impossible to account for everything corporation such as Ubiquidyne Industries. Remember that you can trust that Ernesto will make sure everything runs smooth.
And Ernesto keeps this hub running smoothly with Ol’ Number 7, a Caterpillar 808F skid loader. It dutifully runs the bays with the only hiccup being a leaky shock in the left rear that he’s been threatening to fix for well over a Sol year if he ever gets a chance. Along with Ernesto, she’ll make sure any cargo is given the best care money can buy and that your time on Rospaw is a smooth one.
Fourth wall: Well, as soon as I said I was going to focus more on trophy fig scale and there about, I go and get an itch to build this. It comes about as I actually sat down and started working on Hecate again. Yes, she’s still here taking up a good chunk of real estate and screaming at me every day to work on her. So I did. A little bit anyways, minor stuffs as proofs of concept more than anything. But I started getting back into the swing of mental disparity that is building something on this massively stupid scale, which is to eat it as you would an elephant: Small bites. And the small bite I needed next was a forklift. I found exactly what I was envisioning as a suitably futuristic loader HERE and made some slight alterations for more weight, balance, and strength. I wanted it to look like Ripley’s loader without being a walking facsimile (while I adore it, there ain’t nothin’ wrong with wheels and treads.) So here ya’ll go with no promise that Hecate will be done soon or that I will concentrate on her or anything for that matter. I’m just building so long as my back and hands hold out.
Cheers!
Caterpillar 808F Skid Loader: Ol' Number 7
The Importance of Being Ernesto
“While it takes many valuable people to run any company, there is none more important than the cat that runs the forklift.” - Ward McCready.
Meet Ernesto T. Rodarte of Station 19, Outpost 31 located on Rospaw, the last of Ubiquidyne Industries’ port hubs before the thirty-seven hour jump to Helvetius. Don’t call him Ernie, or Ern, or any shortened facsimile of what his name is. He is Ernesto. And out here in the Dark, that carries more weight than any overly familiar and juvenile misrepresentation can carry. He has no time for any level of stupid keeping this station running smoothly. He doesn’t talk much; but when he does, it’s fast and precise and always with the best interests of the facility in mind. He is an asshole and an asset, and he is proud of both. And above all, he wants everything to run smooth.
However…
He may be inclined to “adjust” shipping manifests and other documentations and orders if the priorities deem it necessary or the price is right. Treat him fair and he’ll treat you fair; treat him otherwise and there may be an issue. Or five. Or simply something missing from your cargo’s smooth passage through this bustling port. Shrink happens, more so in a vast, impossible to account for everything corporation such as Ubiquidyne Industries. Remember that you can trust that Ernesto will make sure everything runs smooth.
And Ernesto keeps this hub running smoothly with Ol’ Number 7, a Caterpillar 808F skid loader. It dutifully runs the bays with the only hiccup being a leaky shock in the left rear that he’s been threatening to fix for well over a Sol year if he ever gets a chance. Along with Ernesto, she’ll make sure any cargo is given the best care money can buy and that your time on Rospaw is a smooth one.
Fourth wall: Well, as soon as I said I was going to focus more on trophy fig scale and there about, I go and get an itch to build this. It comes about as I actually sat down and started working on Hecate again. Yes, she’s still here taking up a good chunk of real estate and screaming at me every day to work on her. So I did. A little bit anyways, minor stuffs as proofs of concept more than anything. But I started getting back into the swing of mental disparity that is building something on this massively stupid scale, which is to eat it as you would an elephant: Small bites. And the small bite I needed next was a forklift. I found exactly what I was envisioning as a suitably futuristic loader HERE and made some slight alterations for more weight, balance, and strength. I wanted it to look like Ripley’s loader without being a walking facsimile (while I adore it, there ain’t nothin’ wrong with wheels and treads.) So here ya’ll go with no promise that Hecate will be done soon or that I will concentrate on her or anything for that matter. I’m just building so long as my back and hands hold out.
Cheers!