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The Torch Still Burns

I flew my ship to Atlas, taking Qrow, Weiss, and Ruby with me. I hope the scientists there can fix my arm, since it's Frontier tech. I hope they can work with it. Weiss wnted to see Winter and Ruby tagged along, and Qrow and I had a meeting with Ironwood. I landed my ship in front of Winter and Ironwood who were waiting for us. When everyone exited, Weiss and Ruby followed Winter inside.

"Jimmy," Qrow nodded to Ironwood.

"Qrow," Ironwood returned respectfully.

"I need you to do me a favor. Milo's arm was shredded in a fight. Can one of your mechanics repair it?"

"The firing mechanism's busted and pretty much everything else is completely destroyed. It stopped working on the way here. Piloting a dropship with one arm is not fun." I rolled up my sleeve. It looked like an Ursa took a bite out of my arm. When the chainsaw hit, it almost sliced through but the firing mechanism loaded with dust exploded outward, towards the chainsaw.

"I'm sure my scientists and mechanics can fix it. Follow me." Ironwood beckoned Qrow and I with him.

Ironwood led us to a lab. His top scientist and mechanic met us at the door. They both wore white lab coats. The scientist wore goggles on his forehead and the mechanic held a wrench. "Hello, General. What can we do for you?" The scientist said.

"I was hoping you two could fix my associate's friend's arm."

"I don't see why we couldn't," the mechanic shrugged.

I stepped forward. "What do you know about Frontier tech?"

"It's what scientists in the Frontier use engineer Simulacrums. Is the tech used in a Simulacrum's arm the same as yours?" the mechanic asked.

"Not necessarily. The base mechanics in terms of motion is the same. However, my arm is much stronger than a Simulacrum's and has a firing mechanism built in. The firing mechanism is adaptable to revolver barrels and chain ammo that fires faster as a machine gun. There are electrical circuit outlets in my palm as well.

"Got it. We will need your arm to repair it and it may take some time," the scientist said.

"We would be happy to offer you a room here, should the repairs take too long," Ironwood offered.

"It's fine. I can stay in my ship. Can I keep it where it is?" I asked.

"Of course."

"Now, we will need your arm." The mechanic seemed to grow impatient.

I detached my arm from my body. It was part of my shoulder and the entire right arm. I gave it to the scientist.

"Thank you. We will call you back when we're finished." The scientist nodded at me.

"Thank you." I turned on my heel and walked back to my ship.

---timeskip of 24 hours---

Ironwood called me back to the lab about a full day later. The scientist and the mechanic approached me with my shiny new arm.

"It took us a while, but we were able to reverse-engineer the EMP generator and firing mechanism from the remnants. The forearm is new with the same upper arm and shoulder. We have tested it and it works flawlessly. It works with the revolver chamber you gave us to test with. Try it out." The scientist gave me my arm. It was connected to my body, binding to surviving nerves.

I tested the joints and the firing mechanism outside. Everything worked perfectly. "Thank you, I don't know what to say."

"No need to thank us. Thank Qrow for bringing it to our attention," Ironwood said. "Do you have plans to enroll in Beacon when it's rebuilt and the school year starts?"