Chrysalis

She knew she would have to break it. It was obvious. How on Pangera was she supposed to learn the secrets of this incredible armour without hitting it, breaking it open, melting it? She couldn't! She knew she couldn't. And yet… she struggled to bring herself to do it. She'd examined the armour in intricate detail. Every sense she could bring to bear had been utilised with laser-like focus on every curve and fold of the suits she could access. Her antennae were intimately familiar with every square inch. Her eyes had examined each marking and rune, the entire network of which (that was visible) she had copied onto sheets of metal that adorned the walls of her forge.

Several of the watchful scouts had been yelled at for allowing their legs to pollute those surfaces as they shifted around the room, disturbing her thoughts for seemingly no good reason. What were they supposed to protect her from?! The scouts fobbed her off, with generic statements about 'dangerous enemy technology', as they'd been ordered to. The fact that Tungstant had placed them there to protect Smithant in the event something went very wrong, they wouldn't say. The Colony was not about to lose their foremost armour expert so soon after she had demonstrated her worth! Not even for Legion armour would that be worthwhile.

So they carefully watched as the carver interacted with the armour, their cores in their jaws each time she dropped something or started gnawing on the armour with her mandibles, worried that something would explode before they had the chance to throw themselves on top of it.

Eventually, she was forced to weigh her affection for the incredible craftsmanship of the Legion pieces that had fallen into her claws against her own Skills and knowledge (and by extension, the Colony's). Of course, her own Skills won out. How much more precious would equally stunning works be, if they had come from her own forge? The very thought sent her into a catatonic state of joy for several long minutes.

manage the process of detailing and enchanting. With the straps undone

strange stone was a wonder in and of itself. It could detect mana sources around it and actively tried to consume that mana. She nearly had a few cores drained dry when they were placed too close to the stuff. When she tested it on herself (the watching scouts came this close to leaping off the roof in a massive pile-on) she found that even through her carapace

in some sense, living. The number of experiments she would need to conduct on the stuff to test it was immeasurable and would likely take years. Reluctant as she was to part with it, she had little choice but to pass responsibility for that investigation over to the mages. She had armour to make and precious little time to take on a task that could instead be done

after the encounter with the strange stone, but the steel was (as far as she could tell) inert.

could work at identifying and categorizing the qualities of the metal, but it was unlikely she would be able to do more until they found an

what resulted in the higher level of tensile strength and lighter weight. Which took what was a relatively

she couldn't completely reverse engineer the techniques that had been used in the forging, she was able to analyse the final result. Then she could try and make educated guesses as to the process that had been used. If she were successful in her work, she might be rewarded