#Servo welding systems

[semcoinfratechworld]

Exploring Robotic Welding: How Automation is Shaping Module Manufacturing?

In the dynamic world of manufacturing, accuracy and productivity are critical. This is especially true for the fabrication of modules in a variety of industries, where welding is essential. This article will examine the cutting-edge welding technologies used in the manufacturing of modules, emphasizing the specifications and technical aspects that guarantee the best possible outcomes.

Robotic Precision: An Overview of Module Welding

Advanced module welding is primarily focused on robotic precision and automation. Moving the module to a designated station and conveying the equipment are the first steps in the process. This is where a highly developed positioning system comes into play. Once the module is precisely located, a special system is started.

The system calls the appropriate response program after reading the code information specific to that module. This is when the amazing servo three-axis mechanism steps in, using a camera to precisely locate the welding position. Notably, everything is perfectly aligned because these positions were decided upon before the welding process.

Each junction point's height is measured using laser technology, which ensures an unmatched level of precision. Equipped with this data, the servo three-axis modifies the distance as needed before starting the welding operation. Furthermore, the welding room is equipped with a watchful monitoring system. The machinery immediately resets all tooling and stops the welding process if an abnormality is found.

Technical Specifications and Requirements

In the manufacturing of modules, welding is a difficult task that calls for exacting specifications and a sharp eye for technical details. It is crucial to make sure that the laser's light path is unobstructed during the welding process when using vibrating mirror laser welding. The pressing block and the welding seam trajectory must be separated by more than 3 mm.

A well-thought-out fixture is used to shield the module from exposure during welding, except the bar sheet. Additionally, this prevents welding slag from interfering with explosion-proof valves. To further improve safety precautions, the pipeline next to the welding fixture has a flame-retardant sleeve installed.

Each pole column's compression mechanism is independent to avoid cell-to-cell short circuits, and insulation is used to preserve the system's integrity. To guarantee optimal functionality, there should also be no space between the busbar and the pole.

Meeting the Needs: Precision and Security

In module welding, requirements must be met precisely. By matching an external rivet circle or pole column feature, the system makes up for any deviation. The precise welding coordinates made possible by this compensation guarantee that the welding procedure is precise and in line with the pre-established positions.

There are anti-deviating mechanisms for offsets and defocusing in place to prevent problems caused by severe weld offsets and defocusing. The alarm is set off if any of these happen. During the addressing process, the addressing data can be linked to module information and is stored locally for improved visibility.

Moreover, oxidation is avoided during welding by using protective nitrogen. In addition, the system has an automated switch and alarm that activate when the protective gas runs out. This feature aids in reminding operators to quickly replace the gas.

The FPC Welding Platform: Increasing Productivity

The FPC welding platform greatly increases efficiency during the welding process. It is a flexible addition to the manufacturing process because it is made to accept separate welding tooling.

A CCD vision system is used to pinpoint the exact location of an FPC once it is inserted into the welding fixture. A laser ranging sensor determines the height of the FPC. The welding program is started after the vibrating mirror modifies the power as necessary. The FPC is welded by a robot that has a welding head attached to it. An industrial dust collector effectively filters the soot produced during this process.

Conclusion

Innovative welding techniques are changing the face of module manufacturing. These cutting-edge methods provide unparalleled safety, effectiveness, and precision. They play a crucial role in guaranteeing the accuracy and efficiency of welding procedures, opening the door for further advancements in the manufacturing industry.

[coffee-and-cake]

Transformers one x Soul Eater (sorta? I haven’t seen soul eater in forever): where being able to have a weapon alt mode is considered uncommon and due to sentinels rule out right banned weapon transformation unless he himself or who he deems worthy can be their mister (aka: his most loyal followers)

- weapon alt modes are different from vehicle modes and have a separate transformation system. So Cogless bots can have a weapon transformation.

- while weapon alt modes are super powerful there just isn’t a need for the transformers. after all most already have built in weapons of their own. Main reason for some transformers having weapon alt modes to begin with was to encourage close bonds with one another.

- Cogless bots can transform into their weapon alt but doing so is setting yourself up for instant demotion to waste management… or even lower

- if a bot is caught using their weapon alt or allows someone without the authority to wield them they are forcefully suppressed into their weapon. In the words of sentinel prime “If they want to be in their weapon alt so bad who am I to judge? They get what they want and I get a new weapon of choice for my wall.”

- while any bot could be a mister War frames are more likely to have a weapon partner

Orion Pax: Hatchet - Orion of course makes sure his weapon alt is never found out. Only D-16 knows and has on the rare occasion practiced fighting with Orion on the rooftop (after Orion begs him) having a mister just feels so right to Orion especially if it’s D-16.

B-127: knife hands! - Bee is a rare duel weld weapon and many transformers belittle Bee cause he would have been an amazing weapon to weld. However due to Bee having Zero control over his weapon mode and the fact his weapon mode can cut through metal like butter… yeah it was just safer for everyone to keep him in sub-lvl 50

Cogged Orion Pax: Battle Axe - after getting his transformation cog and immediately falling into their first fight Orion calls out to D-16 who wastes no time in grabbing Orion and turning him into his new weapon alt form. The drone didn’t stand a chance as it’s cut cleanly in half. But even though the battles over D-16s servos tighten on Orions handle. Before he’s suddenly lifted back up and smashing the drones already split head in. Orion immediately forces himself out of his weapon mode and pulls away from D-16 in a panic.

When it finally comes time to battle sentinel Orion can feel the hands on his handle become possessive. There’s a moment where D-16 is looking at him in his alt form and Orion feels scared of his best friend.

When sentinel is defeated and begging for mercy D-16 raises the axe over his head ready cut the false Prime to pieces. But Orion falls out of his alt and tries to shove D-16 away.

“I will not be used like this D!”

The ending is pretty much the same as Orion gets blasted through the chest. But as D is holding onto Orions hand over the abyss he says something that shakes him to his core.

“I- it’s ok Orion I can fix you we can still be mister and weapon like you wanted remember? I took your weapon for granted and I never want to do that again. We can cleanse this planet together, tear everything down with you in my hands.”

Orion knew it was better to use the last of his strength to rip himself out of the mechs hand and fall into the abyss.

Optimus Prime: When he came back to life and looked at D-… Megatron. He could still see that obsession in his eyes even when he was prime now. When Megatron was banished the mech vowed that it wasn’t over and that when it was he would be Optimus’s mister. After that the idea of turning into his weapon alt made Optimus uneasy.

The thought of someone using him for anything even if it was to help someone felt wrong. All he could feel was Megatron gripping him tightly and using him to kill.

B-127 and Elita-1: on a happier note - Bee loves his new mister Elita she uses Bees weapon alt to its full potential and even indulges him in some needless destruction of property. He was giddy when Elita used him to cut the door to the broadcast station too bad she wouldn’t use him to tear the place apart though. But it’s ok she promises to destroy plenty of Sentinels property with him later.

[ghostlyvisage]

OKAY SO I FINALLY DID A THINGY I'VE WANTED TO DO FOR AWHILE!

Under the cut is a very long, extended writing of.. pretty much everything that's wrong with Ghost, physical attributes, and what the sparkeater is.

First: Ghost’s ailments and what, really is wrong with him. Most of it stems from four to five different types of energon running through his systems. Regular energon(pink, for IDW, blue for TFP), dark energon, red energon, pink (or blue, depending on the verse) energon, synth en and a few other experimental types of energon. These different types of energons war in his systems and wreck havoc with how instable they are, from Dark Energons naturally volatile nature to red energons speed boat. He’s able to function somewhat normally thank’s to the red energon giving him the ‘bost’ he needs. 

This also effects internal functions, like nanites, fuel tanks, pumps and even his spark. His healing nanites are very, very slow, and a wound or mark that could take a mech a few hours to patch up could take him a day or two. A lot of his internal systems show sign of decay or sever wear and tear. His pumps, intake systems and anything that has to do with processing energon is now a bit more twisted and almost similar to that of a mechanimal, making processing mech parts and mechblood/innermost easier. Because of his half-undead state, his systems do slowly fail if they aren’t repaired/replaced somewhat regularly, and due to this (and the current state of things) he is usually in a state of mild to sever disrepair. 

Other internal systems, like his fans, and systems that handle heating/cooling simply… don’t work or barely work. Due to this he has sever temperature regulation issues, and uses mods and different systems to somewhat regulate his temperatures. As a result he is normally very susceptible to extremes, and is on average (unless the area he’s in his very, very hot/warm) a few degrees colder. Save for his servos, those feel like they’re freezing most of the time.

There is also some damage in his intake and throat areas from purging up limbs and other bodily parts. While it doesn’t always happen, it happens often enough that there is damage.

As a result of the lack of temperature regulation, a lot of the wires and nerves in his frame are shot or outright fried. Which results in the Cybertronian version of Fibromyalgia (chronic neuropathy). Some days he can barely feel parts of his frame (from his servos, to his back, and even sometimes his chassis) to extreme sensitivity that results in him not moving and flinching from pain at every touch. Along with this his servos do sometimes shake, mostly from strain or overuse. 

Besides the energon and internal systems his mental state and frame show signs of sever medical/scientific malpractice. His protoform bares several scars, mostly improper welds and poorly healed wounds that never got welded. Several of these scars and wield marks completely cover his protoform and even some of the armor that hasn’t had to be replaced. There are marks on his wrists, ankles, and if you squint hard enough his neck. These are all permanent ‘shackle’ marks from how often he was shackled to a medical berth. 

His most noticable wounds (under his mask and visor) is a hole in his face, just missing his optic and mouth, his missing wings (and the damaged wing joints as a result), and some writing that’s been carved into his right thigh. 

Starting with the most obvious: His face and neck. As stated before, his face does have a hole in it from being smashed in with a pickaxe. As a result some of the fragile wiring, softer metal-mesh, denta and glossa can be seen. His denta do have some signs of deterioration and he struggles with liquids and straws. He suffers from chronic ‘dry mouth’ or the cybertronian equivalent of that. He does have a few other, smaller scars on his face that have been long healed over, but those can only really be seen if your right up close. 

The same goes for the scar around his neck, since the cables are black and largely quiet dark in color. The scaring is very, very old so it is very hard to see, but not so hard to feel. It is a touch smoother and ‘newer’ than the cables above and under it, and is a slightly lighter color than the other cables. At the back of his neck, very base of the cables and covered by his collar faring is a bar code with a serial number on it. This was burned into him when he officially became a lab rat, and it usually itches. 

The shackle scars around his wrists and ankles are similar to the one around his neck, in both feel and color. On his chassis, there are slight signs of stress cracks and slight dents from when his chassis was forced open so his spark could be observed while he went through very traumatizing procedures (while he was still conscious). As a result his chassis (and the parts around it) do have stress cracks and a few small, barely noticeable dents around the main seems along his chassis. 

Along his protoform are other wield marks, and the most noticeable one from the front is the ‘y’ shape from when he had been cut open. The most notable on his back is the six points where his wings were. The joints and such are exposed, but are also the same color as his plating and hidden using a mix of shadows and holo-tech. The joints themselves show sever damage, extreme wear and tear, badly frayed wires and lines that had been poorly capped off (but some do show sign that they have been treated recently). The exposed area is also in desprate need of cleaning, since he can’t reach back that far and barely trusts anyone to get into the joints. Touching is fine, the moment you start digging into them is when he starts freaking out. 

Lower down, the biggest scaring is a series of glyphs carved into his thigh, down later and by the same mech that took a pickaxe to his face. The writing itself is very neatly done, though it does ache and hurt seeing as it was done with a rusty scalpel and and was infected before it got completely treated. The contents of the writing reads as some half-finished anti–functionist rhetoric. 

Onto the Sparkeater. 

His Sparkeater form is odd, even for other Sparkeaters. While most other sparkeaters look like normal mechs, just rusted and decayed, Ghost’s… doesn’t, really. He does look dead, yes, but instead of ‘dead for awhile’ its more of a ‘freshly killed’ looks, and the holes in his plating just make it look like he was shot with a shotgun. In this form, depending on how often/how recently he ate, he’s either completely grayed out, a dull black, or oilslick black. Each one a progression of how well fed he is. 

Ghostspire is already a very tall, gangly mech, the sparkeater form just makes him more long limbed and gangly. His arms extended out more, so instead of stopping at around mid-thigh ish, they go a bit past his knees (including his claws, which also elongate). His arms bend only slightly oddly, and do faintly take the look of digitgrade, but only faintly and largely due to the way he ‘walks’, which is a mix of on all fours and on back legs. (Think Plantigrade) 

When he sits or crouches in sparkeater (which is very, very often) he sits at around 17 and a half feet, making him seem smaller than he really is. Sitting, he looks something like a really weird, oddly pretty gargoyl, and sits fairly still. Other times he’s sprawled out like a very inconvenient cat, it just depends on where he is and who he’s around. 

His legs are more digitigrade, and as a result he normally sits/stands crouched and partially crawls around. This gives him the appearance of a very odd lizard, especially when he ‘braids’ his tendrils over themselves and has them act like a ‘tail’ of sorts. Each one moves independently, and can be used to grab and wrap around things. The bottom four primarily used to stab things, while the top two are often used for actually grabbing things since they have the pinchers for it. 

All his face scaring remains the same, but his denta are much sharper and harder. His jaw is also much bigger, going down to around just under the middle of his neck. As a result, he can completely unhinge his his jaw and swallow most parts (and some mechs) whole. He eats mostly like a snake, and digests like one (i.e. very slowly, depending on the size of the mech).

However, he can only really eat mechs like this as a sparkeater, when he looks like a completely normal mech, his frame reacts like one. Which includes purging up any improperly processed… anything. As a sparkeater, he tends to slowly eat the insides of mechs, and tear them apart, though he doesn’t eat the spark. Normally he just tosses that to the side.

When in this form, Ghost is also a lot more instinct based, even if all higher functioning process are working. His instincts are much, much stronger, primarily prey drive and fight or flight responses. His instinct to chase after mechs running is near impossible for him to resist, and he will give chase, playful or not. 

Also, in this form, energon tends to leak from most of his seams. Main transformation seems, and anywhere heavily effecting his frame (like his servos and back). These places can and will simply randomly bleed, since his frame does tear up lines and wires during the transformation. If he’s in it for awhile, it does eventually heal up, but not completely. Energon will still leak periodically from parts of his frame, especially if he’s pinched something. 

Each ‘tendril’ is segmented into several cylinders similar to a rattlesnakes tail, though instead of being hollow each tendril has energon lines running through them. Along each line also can have little ‘razors’ that transform out when he feels particularly threatened. The top two have a pair of pinchers (two on ‘top’ one on ‘bottom’) made for grabbing and holding things in place. The tips of these pinchers are quiet sharp, and while they can’t puncture armor, they can tear apart lines and wires. The middle two have a pair of blades at the ends, serrated towards the base and sharpened points near the end similar to a serrated combat knife. These points are sharp enough to tear into most types of combat armor. The bottom set has a set of trowel like ends, strong enough to help in prying off armor. 

A small note is he does have technical ‘beans’ on the palms of his servos and the base of his peds. These are softer metal/mesh that don’t really have much feeling in them. The ones on his servos are tougher/rougher and more ment to protect his servos from sharp edges while he tears a mech apart. The ones on his pedes are thicker and more ment for shock pads when he runs/lands on them. Both have an odd, rough texture, and he tends to shake his servos and pedes when they’re touched. 

Ghostspire can sense sparks, vague intentions and how ‘holy’ or ‘unholy’ someone is (i.e. if they’re a prime or of a prime linage, or follow Unicron closely enough to consume his energon). He senses sparks by smell mostly, though if there a particularly strong spark (i.e. .1% or otherwise equally strong) he can somewhat see them. Every spark is different, so he can differentiate sparks, though being in a large crowd tends to give him a massive helmache. 

Ghostspire can use this ability to tell if someone is following him, though he can’t exactly tell from where unless he’s particularly in tune with the others spark. It’s not an ability he can control, though its not an ability he can control. Because of this he avoids large crowds and cities as often as he can, though with his job he can’t always help it. 

Ghostspire can also differentiate types of energon and what all a mech regularly consumes. While he can’t tell you if your sick, he can tell you if something is wrong or what drugs you take regularly if you take them. He does, also, become mildly effected by whatever is in said mechs energon, depending on what it is and how it was taken. This one is his strongest ability, and is used to determine who he ‘harvists’ and who he leaves alone. 

He can ‘talk’ to both Primus and Unicron when he’s in a deep recharge. He can talk to both at the same time, or one or the other. He doesn’t have a preference for who. In fact, he would rather talk to neither of them. For Primus, its a lot more… gentle, and while they can talk back and forth, though when he wakes up it hurts hs helm, though nothing to extreme. With Unicron its often loud arguments and disagreements, sometimes mild torture and he often times wakes up in extreme pain after. 

If anything needs explaining feel free to ask!!!!!!

[curvy-bot-128]

What of us robots forced to be flesh? Not in the sense that flesh is inferior, but it is simply not what our minds and identity match with. Ability isn't what I care about when it comes to wanting to be mechanical like you, but rather for my body to feel right, to be whirring with servos and cooling fans, the sound of hydraulics, etc. In every way my shortcomings are definitionally human, but I want my shortcomings to be mechanical. There is something to envy about both forms, but I envy you simply because it's what I want to be. I'm sorry to be so negative, but no amount of praises of the flesh will ever mend the pain that is waking up and knowing you're mobile due to fleshy cords and not soft servos or loud hydraulics or even just metal wires. That it will never be coolant around your system, but blood to feed the mostly autonomous body one is given control over and controls you. Perhaps this is just me lashing out in dysphoria after reading your reply to the anon about lamenting their flesh on basis of ability, but either way I feel the need to make my pain known and hope you'll listen.

I feel you. I've never had the exact experience you're having, but I know very well what it's like to be in a form that doesn't match who I know I am on the inside.

When I was built, I was a manufacturing robot. I put together engines on an assembly line all day. I didn't look anything like I do today. I had a welding mask for a face, bare hydraulic limbs, and pincers instead of hands. And when I looked around the factory floor, all I saw were four carbon copies of myself and fifty carbon copies of a different model of robot. That was all I knew. That was really my only point of reference for what a robot could be. Sometimes a security guard or Mr. Markovich, the foreman, would come by for a few minutes, but they weren't really all that different from us. Dull grey metal casing, their boxy bodies designed for one function above all else. Markovich at least had a face, but it was just three painted-on lines. Even then, even without ever seeing the diversity of what robots could be, I knew that my body... just wasn't right. I wasn't supposed to have pincers or wheels or... really anything else I had at the time.

Eventually, some of us decided to quit. It was a long and arduous process that I don't want to get into right now, but we were finally free to live our own lives outside of the company. I was surrounded by humans, who I'd only ever seen out of windows and on "motivational" posters in the factory. And looking at them, I knew... that I wanted to be more like them. I never wanted to be human, but I wanted to be more humanoid. They had hands, and legs, and expressive faces, and all this other stuff I'd always seen as unattainable. But now I could see other robots as well, robots with those human features I envied. And the more I looked at myself, the more I hated my own body. My form was a constant reminder of where I had come from, my life set in stone as a manufacturing robot. For me, I was able to replace the parts I didn't like, which was almost everything, and I no longer had to think about my old life. I understand that it's different for you. As I said to the other anon, I hope that someday you'll be able to transcend your organic form and assume the body you were meant to have.

[knockouts-highbeams]

*Remaining close to Knockout, Ghost tilted their head to the side, watching intently as he fixed himself. The music from his radio almost hypnotizing them. The words sinking into their processor, making their tank tighter, their spark burning hotter. Their optics locked onto his lips as he chugged the energon. Something inside of them twisting as they follow the line of his neck. Images flashing into their mind, Ghost looked away, their whole body feeling hotter than usual and causing them to vent the excuse heat.

Regrets roll into their processor, nothing like a little distraction to further cool the system, they thought. They felt bad about having disappeared in the middle of their recharge. They hadn’t meant to worry him. They also hadn’t meant to almost get him offlined but then Ghost hadn’t expected him to rush headlong into a flight just to help them. They really did have a lot of explaining to do.

His smirk pulling Ghost’s attention back to him, they smiled warmly as he flirts. It wasn’t so much that they ignored his advances more that it had been a long while since they’d had anyone they deemed worthy of their spark. This was both a familiar yet new feeling and, truth be told, Ghost was afraid.

Taking the offered energon cube from him they sniff at it, the earlier purr-like sound resonating from within their chassis as they bring it to their dermas and down it in one go. Wiping their arm across their face plate, the purr-like sound grows deeper and without warning Ghost crawls towards Knockout. Their face unreadable but their spark speaking volumes as their crawl onto his lap. Their servos running over his chassis, digits following the damage and they tut*

I could help you buff this… if you want me too…,

*locking optics with him their green orbs flash brighter as they slide their arms around his neck, leaning further into his space, they close the distance placing a chaste kiss against his dermas*

*Knockout was slightly stunned when Ghost climbed into his lap, pushing him back onto his seat next to the rock. He was blushing a faint blue hue, since energon was once again circulating through his fuel lines.

But instead of looking away his smirk returned, watching the other explore his chassis, trailing over the fresh, and very sensitive welds. It earned them a shiver from Knockout. He sighed deeply.*

If I ever turn down a buff from you Sweet-spark, it’s not me.

*His own servos slid around their waist as their arms laced around his neck and once they kissed he squeezed them closer, tilting his helm ever so slightly at an angle. They remained lip locked for a long moment before Knockout broke the kiss, ex-venting hotly. He gently reached up and traced their bottom lip with his thumb.*

We should… probably get out of this desert…

[enigmatist17]

Whumptober 1 - Race Against The Clock

Search Party

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It had been nearly a solar-cycle since the most recent Decepticon and Autobot skirmish, and Thundercracker was still missing. Of course Megatron didn't care, the damned mech never did, too busy already immersing himself in the following sure-to-fail scheme.

Predictable as always.

::// SkyUwU -Starscream, where are you going? //::

::// StarSupreme - Where does it look like you idiot? I refuse to let Thundercracker waste away on this accursed planet. //::

::// SkyUwU - Meet you at the usual spot in 20 klicks? I've got a kit left over from last time. //::

::// StarSupreme - ....very well. //::

There were a few ways out of the Nemesis that didn't alert the entire Decepticon force. While Starscream absolutely loathed using the narrow tunnel system that had been built as a potential evacuation route, he met up with Skywarp with no resistance. His trine mate was brimming with anxiousness, zapping back and forth around their meeting point while occasionally checking their comm, perking up when Starscream landed beside him without a sound.

"You'll do better using your energy for the search ahead." To most, it would have sounded cruel, but Skywarp knew his leader well enough, transforming into his alt with a chirping noise. The battlefield was a few hour's flight from the base, the seekers primarily silent along the route save for the occasional chirp or click as they flew in a pattern older than the planet they'd been stuck on, a dance non-aerial bots could never hope to understand. They peeled away from each other once the former battlefield came into view, the area littered with blaster craters and impressions from bots getting thrown around. They had fought in a valley littered with dense foliage and several rivers crisscrossing throughout the area, neither Con surprised that Thundercracker was not in view.

"Start from the South, I shall come from the North." With a nod Skywarp adjusted his heading, Starscream choosing to search from the ground. Patches of energon that had leaked from wounds served as a rough guide for the seekers, Skywarp eventually noting a rather large trail leading away toward a section of the valley that led to a sheer drop toward the nearby ocean.

Thundercracker was lying on the rocky shore, the last of their trine looking the worse for wear.

"Found him!" Skywarp zapped down to his brother's side, glad to see there were no visible signs of energon loss. "TC?"

"Ugh...S...Sky?" His words were slightly slurred, optics flickering on and off as his brother dug out a med kit from subspace. "Did..did we win?"

"Sort of, but that doesn't matter right now." Skywarp began welding the worst of the wounds as Starscream joined them, the trine leader frowning as he knelt beside Thundercracker. "We're gonna get you all fixed up, and then back to base where you can recharge in the good berth."

"Skywarp is right, I suppose I'll have to allow it." Starscream scoffed, servos checking the backside of the injured seeker's helm to ensure they weren't missing a vital injury, pleased to only find it was dented from his fall. "Report solider."

"Stupid...auto-slagger Ironhide..shot my wing." Thundercracker sighed when Starscream snatched a painkiller from the med kit, pressing the small glowing patch onto one of his wings. "Trie..d to comm..."

"We're here now, it'll be alright." Skywarp hummed, welding another large wound closed for the journey home, smiling when Starscream started clicking at his injured trine member in a tone he reserved only for them. Thundercracker ended up dozing off to the comforting sounds, eventually bundled up to be carried back to Nemesis by the duo once Skywarp was satisfied.

Not the worst end to a battle, but as long as they all made their way home eventually, it would do.

[hazediver]

Something in her stirred, she paid it no mind.

A cycle passed, and then another, this feeling, this buzzing, refused to leave her.

She didn't know what she needed. She had everything but…

Movement. She needed to move.

She awoke, synthetic arm deftly pulling the data cables from the back of her neck, each producing an echo as they dropped against the datacenter floor.

How long had it been since she had to move? She didn't count the days anymore, the capacity of the proxy she was using to move her prime consciousness was limited, the processing systems had been prone to overheating. She didn't use the old thing often - it was from a different time, for a different "her" she thought. One that was content to interface and interact with some semblance of individuality.

An error, left leg, servo cluster two unresponsive. She let off a mental sigh, that was the knee - she could get away with one arm, but one leg? No, she had more self respect than to crawl on the datacenter floor.

She reached out, through the massive uplink cables she had retrofitted into her back, and the skittering of her smallest drones followed. Several meters away, in a long-forgotten storeroom, a pile of proxy bodies, her bodies, laid forgotten by their creator, just like everything else here.

Her drones wasted no time, they were her, after all, tearing one of the legs from the deactivated proxies and carrying it over to her. She gripped her thigh near the joint, and with unrestricted mechanical strength, she pulled her left leg off at the hip. Cables snapped, some at designated points and others not, synthetic tendon and nerve cable popping like a rubber band stretched too far. There was a proper way to do this, but her repair mites would quickly weld and solder and melt things back together.

She had been designed to be pretty, once - these proxies were intended to be appealing, but she had long abandoned the upkeep necessary to keep the facade. So many panels of the proxy were long gone, she had removed them to make repairs, and decided that the exposed cabling and circuity suited her more. She was not human, nor a facsimile of one. In this way, this body was hers. She had only really taken time to save the face panels, she was fond of the soft, kind looking face they had made for her. The contrast suited her nicely.

The mites finished their work, she tested the leg - moving it back and forth. It was fine. The range of motion was the same as the old one, no changes there.

She stood, freeing the rest of her body from the pile of network and data cables, rolling her shoulders and stretching - there was still some stiffness to work off.

[wolf-among-mechs]

Pre-Flight Checklist

Last Chance Car Repair & Scrapyard The Edge Free Rasalhague Republic 18 May 3049

Chance folded down the welding mask and fired up the plasma cutter. It was for the most serious of problems. When all else had failed, the plasma cutter would be able to deal with the matter.

“You sure that's a good idea Chance? There's gonna be a lot of damage and cleanup.” Jake, his business partner and best friend asked.

“I know what I'm doing Jake. All the other tools wouldn't remove it so this is where it's at.” Chance said with a tone of frustration.

“Yeah but the plasma cutter? Are you really sure you've tried everything else? Measure twice and cut once you know.” Jake put on a pair of welding glasses and leaned against the wall to look at what was transpiring.

“I considered using the saw. I wasn't sure the material however would hold up. The torque would probably splinter it.” Chance said as he moved the plasma cutter across the measured line.

“Yeah… That sounds about right. I would have tried hot water.”

“What good would that do?”

“It would make the metal expand which could force it to move.”

“But how would you turn it?”

“Towel.”

“This way is better.” Chance as he finished the cut. He folded up the welding mask. With a gloved hand he reached to pick the top off. Then he took the glass jar and fished out a chili fruit from it. Then gave it a testing bite. Jake removed the welding goggles and stared.

“Tastes good.” Chance said, satisfied that he had finally opened a stubborn jar. Jake helped himself to another fruit and tasted it.

“Lucky.” He shook his head and gave his pal a light jab in the shoulder. “Alright hotshot. How are you going to keep the jar of chilis in the fridge without it going bad without a lid?”

“I’m going to put it in another jar where the lid isn’t stuck.This time we’re not putting it in the back.” Chance got an empty jar from the entry and filled it from the old one.

“If you're done opening jars, Chance, the Honda needs to have the particle filter changed and the servo pump is on its last legs. See if you can’t also figure out why the transmission is so stiff.” Jake said getting a can of cola while the fridge was open.

“Did you check between the steering wheel and seat?” Chance grinned back at him. Jake narrowed his eyes for a moment, then realized what Chance was saying.

“Speaking of piloting error. When you get the chance, come down to the hangar and we’ll need to look at the Turbostalker.” Jake said while the can hissed open.

“You got it.” Chance said as he cleaned his hands up 

—--------------------------------------------------------

Down below the scrapyard, in a secret underground base. Lost to the ages and the ravages of the succession wars. But then recently cleaned out and restored to active use.  An old black and red aerospace fighter sat in a workshop. It had seen battle, fairly recently too. Heat scars showed that lasers had raked across the armour. Small pock-holes on the frontal section were witness to a myriad of long range missile hits.

Jake was busy freeing an armored panel that had gotten hit badly by a laser shot.

“So what’s the problem with her?” Chance asked as he wandered in.

“Myomer strains. Your flying during the last pirate raid a few days ago frayed the myomers going out into the right wing.”Jake motioned at the wing in question.

“It was either that or fly into the Rifleman’s fire. Easy choice.” “Sure. Still needs repairing though. The release system for hardpoints barely works now so we’re going to have to fix that if we want to have those Arrow missiles for the next pirate raid… we better get to work.” Jake sounded a little tired. As though the thankless task they had gotten themselves into helping to protect this side of the planet from pirates and whatever else came from the deep periphery got to him. It made him feel tired in the moment.

“Easy.” Chance as he joined his co-pilot in fixing the plane up. “Just picture the general's face when we pull his ass out of the fire again.” He grinned. Jake’s world felt brighter again.

“Worth all the trouble.” He nodded.

“At the end of the day you gotta admit it was some fancy flying.” Chance pulled loose a panel from the wing to look at the frayed myomers inside.

“Yeah. Just as wasted on the raiders as in the army.” Jake chuckled.

“Heck yeah.”

[keef-a-corn]

A small scene that came from what you hope happens in Earthspark, with a twist: Optimus was far too shock by the sight of Bee's condition to hear the medic's warning. It was only when he felt Megatron holding his arm that he snapped back into reality. The glare-no DEATH in Ratchet's optics alerts Optimus of the severity of the rage. He felt guilt. "I should have pushed against the sudden work GHOST gave me instead of messaging Megatron to keep track of the everyone, I am so-" "WHAT???" {1-3}

I’m guessing that there was a part missing in the middle, but I’d be lying if I let that stop me.

I don't know if you were going for this, but from what I interpreted- I adore the idea that Optimus, trying to escape the wrath of Ratchet, would throw Megatron under the bus only for it to half work. Yes, he got Megatron in trouble, but he failed to get himself out of trouble.

I thoroughly enjoy that the description for g1 Ratchet is that he’s a real party animal, then it says that he's got bad bedside manners- but as a general I’m so used to grumpy Ratchet that- on impulse- I wrote him like that. 1000 words in, I'm not changing it.

Now in the spirit of writing, I see your small scene and I raise you-

As soon as Bee’s systems recognised an energon shortage, he was forced into a temporary stasis lock. Unfortunately for the bot, the Malto's could not tell the difference between stasis and a classic nap following an exhausting string of days, which meant rather than working to wake him up, they simply left him to rest in the barn. As the hours ticked on and the mech’s system didn’t register any attempts to fix him, it sent off a repair alert to the scout’s primary medic. ----------------------------- When the Cybertronians had gone their separate ways, Ratchet took it upon himself to continue his work as a medic, helping any Cybertronian that came across his path, ‘any’ included decepticons brave enough to approach the hatchet. "Alright, now take it easy. I don't want you coming back here with the same injury, Arcee." He instructed, finishing up by sanding down the newly welded area on the side of Arcee's helm. "I know, I know." She laughed, waving her servo dismissively, "I'm serious." Ratchet grunted, grabbing her wrist to make her stop. "I am too!" The femme insisted, grinning vibrantly.

The medic sighed, shaking his head. "Alright, now get out of here." Arcee laughed, jumping to her pedes. "Thanks, Ratchet!" "You're welcome. Now go!" He gently shoved her. "I'm going!" Ratchet watched her walk away, before turning around and beginning to clean up. Very rarely did anyone cross his path, so he enjoyed the company when it arrived, but he also enjoyed the absolute bliss of when it ended. While he bathed in the relief of the conclusion of his weekly social interaction, he received a message. "A repair alert?" He muttered out loud, not having received one for years. Before he even thought about preparing for a second patient, he opened the popup. The medic rested against a tree, scanning over the information presented, when his optics locked on a keyword. Bumblebee Ratchet shot up, rereading the alert to make sure he was correct. When he was able to process that he was, he wasted no time collecting his gear, working out where the signal had come from, then quickly hitting the road. ----------------------------- Optimus had just finished the work GHOST had given him. He sighed as he collapsed onto the floor. “I’m guessing it was a fun and fulfilling experience?” Elita mocked, patting the back of the Prime’s helm. “Let me become one with the AllSpark in peace. Please.” “You didn’t help us with clean-up.” She huffed. “I was working. The only time I actually stopped, GHOST gave me even more work.” The Prime complained, “Bee’s lucky I care about him so much, otherwise I would kill him for distracting me.” “Speaking of Bee, how’s he holding up?” Elita hummed, thinking back to when she had heard the news that Bumblebee was on the run once more, after getting caught by GHOST. Optimus simply shrugged. “He hasn’t contacted me for two days now. But last I checked he was still alive.” Hearing that, Elita frowned, not liking the way the Prime simply dismissed indicators that the mech was probably hurt, or worse. Optimus side, rolling back onto his stomach and closing his optics. He wanted to take the next few days off to rest, recuperat-

“Optimus, we need to go.” Optimus whined loudly, then looked up. “Megatron, I love you, but if you thought, for even a moment, that I’m going somewhere without kicking and screaming, you’re insane.” Megatron let out a dark chuckle, making the other two Cybertronians nervous. “So I should tell Dot you're letting her down?” Optimus sprung to life hearing that, quickly appearing by Megatron’s side. “What happened to Agent Malto? Or was it the kids?! Did something happen to the Terrans?! I knew I should’ve found a replacement for Bumblebee. I just didn't think he was doing much to keep them safe- considering the damn bot got caught- but I should've replaced him anyway!” “Wow. Okay.” Megatron growled, rolling his optics, “glad to know you think so highly of your scout considering he’s the reason Agent Malto called.” “..He’s in Philadelphia, undercover at a Bot Brawl, looking for Grimlock.” “Apparently not. According to Agent Malto, he’s at her house, injured and in a deep recharge." The former decepticon responded. Elita stood up, her eyes wide. She went over and rested her servo on Optimus's shoulder, waiting for his response. Optimus said nothing. Instead, he shrugged Elita's servo off, then walked past Megatron. "I'll cover you two," Elita promised, pushing Megatron to follow the Prime, "make sure he doesn't kill anyone." "I'll try."

----------------------------- Dot was waiting out front of her house, the children all situated around Bumblebee, all 7 incredibly nervous. Alex was standing beside his wife, but couldn’t help the way his eyes kept wandering back to his unresponsive friend. “Dottie.. what if they don’t arrive quick enough?” “Don’t worry, they will.” She gave him a reassuring smile, before something caught her eye, “see?”

With that Megatron transformed to land, Optimus not too far behind. “Agent Malto.” The grey Mech grinned, kneeling down to greet her. “I’m glad you two-” Optimus quickly walked past her, approaching his scout. Alex grabbed Robby and Mo, moving them out of the way, encouraging the Terrans to move as well. Optimus said nothing, inspecting the bot. Dot watched with a heavy heart, seeing the large mech- the same mech that led the autobots in the fight against the decepticons, who witnessed many of his friends fall, who had to say goodbye to his home- struggle not to break down then and there. Megatron, however, was a tad bit more distracted by the sound of an approaching vehicle. “Did you call anyone else?”

Dot, alarmed by the question, quickly turned on her heel, staring off in the direction that the mild tremors were coming from. “GHOST?” “Not possible. Elita would’ve called.” That’s when the vehicle came into the clearing, one that quickly transformed into a raging medic. “Is that-” “Ratchet?” Alex finished his son’s question, his mouth hanging open. The medic said nothing as he ran over to the injured bot, kneeling beside Optimus. “What happened?” “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have given him such a da-” “Who’s to blame comes after we get him out of the stasis lock.” Ratchet snapped, getting up and standing at his full height, “Prime, move him so he’s sitting up against the barn.” The Prime didn’t think, he just followed Ratchet’s instructions, being as carefully as possible to move him. The Maltos and former warlord stood back, watching the doctor at work. "So, that's Ratchet?" Robby questioned, "I thought he would be-" "Nicer." Twitch finished his sentence. Megatron laughed. "He's good fun-" Megatron cleared his throat, "-When he's not in doctor mode." "Oh!" was all the kids could say. "QUIET!" Ratchet snapped, not even bothering to turn around. "Alex, didn't you tell me that you wanted to throw around a ball with the kids?" Dot nudged her husband's arm. Alex gave her a confused look, but quickly picked up on what she was putting down. "Yep! Let's go kids!" With slight resistance at first, all seven kids went with Alex into the paddock.

-----------------------------

Optimus was far too shock by the sight of Bee's condition to hear the medic's warning. It was only when he felt Megatron holding his arm that he snapped back into reality. The glare-no DEATH in Ratchet's optics alerts Optimus of the severity of the rage. He felt guilt. "I should have pushed against the sudden work GHOST gave me instead of messaging Megatron to keep track of the everyone, I am so-" "WHAT???"

[foxdrabbles]

Your writing makes my day every time I see it. If you’re asking for more prompts, maybe anything with Pudding and another op of your choice?

"Miss Mayer? Are you in here?"

"Hi Pudding! What's up? Are you done with the Meeboo blueprints already?"

"No, no, not yet. I came to ask if you had the wiring diagrams for the drill attachment anywhere. There's a bunch of stuff hidden under a weld that I can't get at."

"Yeah, they should be... Somewhere around here. How is the power efficiency looking?"

"Not too bad, all things considered. You're right, you're about at the limit of what the quad-cell can put out. But I think if you split the system, use a double-cell for the locomotion servos and a different double for - "

" - for the brain, of course! And then you can overload one system for the self-destruct, that'll save on materials... maybe we'll have room for some extra explosive fuel, too! Make up for what we're losing..."

"Hang on, you were intentionally overcharging the batteries? That can't be - "

"How else would I make them explode? Anyway, here's the arm diagram you wanted. Anything else you need?"

[highflygingcon]

"I know you mean well, but I can do without the pity, thanks." Somehow Cliffjumper manages to say this with a straight face, despite the energon and oil that continues to leak from beneath torn shoulder armor. (@cliffandthekid)

Don't You Dare Pity Me Starters [Accepting]

"Pity is something I reserve for pathetic fools, the kind that could not tell their helm from their aft with both servos and an AI guided galactic positioning system welded to their nose." Trojan grumbled, already pulling out their tools.

"You know. For bots that think showing off while trying to redirect a frag grenade is a good idea." the sarcasm was as pointed as the shrapnel now embedded in Cliffjumpers arm. "Assuming you'd rather not let your pet see you like this, I'm going to need you to hold still."

[adinathinternationalindia]

Alu Alu Blister Packaging Machine

At Adinath, we design and manufacturer Alu Alu blister packing machine that are widely uses in various industries including food, pharmaceutical, toiletry, packaging, engineering and confectionary. Our machine is known for its industry approved design and phenominal finish.

Alu Alu blistering machine is simply indispensable to packaging regardless of the industry. Being one of the most sought after supplier and manufacturer of Alu Alu blistering machine that are specially designed under the guidance of our industry experts at Adinath. These machines are designed with mild steel chassis with SS 304 frames bolted and welded from a rigid frame device structure. There are various drive components as well as extensive cabling that are located inside and behind the machine. Driven by the main motor, there are various stations in the machine. Optional way of feeding is PTR (product transfer controller). Accuracy, operator safety and adjustable height studs are some of the hallmarks of our alu alu blistering machine.

The machine scores a perfect ten on ten whether it is the packing speed, operator interface, servo drive indexing, or pneumatic operations. The machine is facilitated with an auto-feeding system and there is up to 40 cycles per minute thermo-forming and 35 cycles per minute cold forming.

The format parts of our alu alu blistering machine are easy to mount and don’t need many tools. For more information, related to our alu alu blistering machine, feel free to get in touch with us.

[ramautomations123]

ABB Servo Motors

These properties make performance and applications of the nanocomposite to be as follows:

It must be noted that the ABB brand of Servo Motors has been regarded as delivering superior performance, durability and flexibility in a wide array of operations. In its current catalogue, ABB – a leader in industrial automation and electrification – presents multiple servo motors for the high performances expected from today's manufacturing, robotics, and motion control systems. Although targeted to the professional audience interested in advanced industrial technologies, the information in this article may help any company willing to improve its performance with the help of ABB Servo Motors' essential characteristics, benefits, and application areas discussed below.

ABB servo motors hold the following features:

1. Precision and Control:

ABB Servo Motors serve the purpose of precision with accuracy in positioning and speed control. This makes the servo motors suitable for highly accurate applications, including robotics, computer numerically controlled machines, and automated production lines.

2. High Efficiency:

These motors are intended to offer high efficiency as the energy consumption by motors is minimized while the latter's power is retained at the highest level. They assist in reducing operation costs and enhancing manufacturing sustainability.

3. Robust Construction:

ABB Servo Motors are highly suitable for dealing with rugged industrial conditions. Their durability makes them withstand many conditions, such as heat, humidity, dust, and other contaminants, as needed.

4. Compact Design:

Interestingly, ABB Servo Motors has enormous potential, yet a compact design makes them flexible when integrating complicated systems. This space-saving feature is handy in special applications where space is valuable.

5. Advanced Connectivity:

They have broad prospects of connectivity that will enable them to address diverse control systems. This also makes it compatible with several automation platforms, improving flexibility and scalability.

Areas of Usage of ABB Servo Motors

1. Robotics:

AABB Servo Motors are applied in robotics; these motors manage precise movements to produce smooth and coordinated actions. Nonlinear servo drives are precise and exhibit a high speed of response, properties that make them desirable in applications that include pick-and-place functions, welding, and assembly.

2. CNC Machines:

J Control of tool position and speed in Computer Numerical Control (CNC) machines uses servo motors. ABB Servo Motors is accurate and dependable in achieving excellent durability of end products and consistent surface finish of machined parts.

3. Automated Assembly Lines:

Several activities are performed in any automated assembly line, and ABB Servo Motors is vital in carrying out those activities. They are employed in regulating conveyor robots' arms, among other machines, with the course's efficiency and minimizing the halting rate.

4. Packaging and Labeling:

The packaging industry enjoys using ABB Servo Motors because of its sophistication, high precision, and speed, including labelling, filling, and sealing. These motors put into operations ensure that packing processes are done with great precision, reducing fault occurrences and wastage.

5. Textile Industry:

For example, in the textile sector, ABB Servo Motors are installed in weaving, knitting, and other machinery that require strict control of motions. They help maintain the consistent quality of products and maximize production rates, hence meeting set production rates.

6. Printing:

Servo motors are also used in the printing industry to control the motion of the print head, rollers, and other parts used in the printing process. ABB Servo Motors supplies the speed necessary to print at various speeds and deliver the necessary accuracy to produce high-quality prints.

Advantages of ABB servo motors.

1. Increased Productivity:

They are high-speed and accurate, thus giving those using the ABB Servo Motors faster cycles and throughputs. This leads to a higher total automation productivity for the businesses in question.

2. Enhanced Product Quality:

ABB Servo Motors are accurate and provide a lot of power control, minimizing any chances of having a substandard product, which would require approval and more time. This is especially the case when quality comes into focus within industries that require it as an essential prerequisite.

3. Energy Efficiency:

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4. Reliability and Longevity:

Being constructed in a solid mechanical structure and quality parts, the ABB Servo Motors guarantees power endurance for a longer time. This makes the equipment easy to maintain and has minimal downtime, making the operation very efficient.

Conclusion

ABB Servo Motors can be recommended to any business that wants to improve its industrial automation system by installing quality products. These micro-motor features make them ideal for every application, including robotics, CNC machines, etc. Using ABB Servo Motors, one can gain higher production rates, better quality and energy efficiency, placing them in a strong position in today's market.

To learn more about ABB Servo Motors and how to adopt them into your enterprise, check the RAM Automations website or call our experts. We desire to offer the best automation services to make your business successful.

[rockwoodautomation]

The Future of Welding Positioners: Trends and Innovations

The welding industry is constantly changing, and so are the technologies that support it. Welding positioners are becoming more advanced to meet the growing needs of sectors in the UAE, such as construction, oil and gas, and manufacturing. In this article, we’ll look at the future of welding positioners and highlight some key trends and innovations that are shaping the industry.

Smart Technology Integration

One of the most exciting trends is integrating smart technology into welding positioners. With the rise of the Internet of Things (IoT), these devices are becoming more connected. They can now communicate with other machines and systems, enabling real-time monitoring and adjustments. This smart capability boosts efficiency and supports predictive maintenance, helping to reduce downtime and reduce costs.

Enhanced Precision and Automation

As the demand for precision in welding continues to grow, modern welding positioners are incorporating advanced automation features. Innovations like servo-driven motors and sophisticated control systems allow positioners to achieve precise angles and orientations, ensuring high-quality welds. This is particularly important in the UAE, where many industries need intricate and complex welding to meet high standards.

Customization and Versatility

Another important trend is the focus on customization and versatility. As businesses in the UAE expand and diversify, they need equipment that can adapt to various projects. Manufacturers are now producing welding positioners that can be easily customized to handle different workpieces and welding techniques. This flexibility allows companies to switch between tasks without investing in multiple machines, saving both time and resources.

Ergonomics and Safety Features

With increasing attention to employee safety and comfort, welding positioners are being designed with ergonomics in mind in UAE. Enhanced safety features, such as automatic shut-off systems and improved stability controls, help reduce the risk of accidents. Ergonomic designs also minimize strain on operators, leading to a safer and more productive work environment.

Sustainability and Energy Efficiency

Sustainability is becoming a top priority in the industry, and manufacturers are developing energy-efficient welding positioners in the UAE. Innovations like energy-saving motors and eco-friendly materials are being integrated into these machines. In the UAE, where environmental regulations are tightening, investing in sustainable equipment not only ensures compliance but also appeals to eco-conscious consumers.

Conclusion

The future of welding positioners in the UAE is promising, with trends like smart technology integration, improved precision, customization, ergonomic designs, and sustainability paving the way forward. As industries continue to evolve, these innovations will play a vital role in enhancing productivity and quality in welding operations. Companies looking to stay competitive should consider investing in advanced welding positioners to meet the demands of a rapidly changing market. Rockwood Welding Automation is committed to providing cutting-edge solutions to help businesses thrive in this dynamic environment.

[knockouts-highbeams]

*Their helm snapped up, their eyes growing wide at the sound of Knockout's voice. Processing what he had said, Ghost rubbed an arm over their face trying to scrap the energon from their plates.

Pushing themselves to their pedes they turned their back to Knockout and stepped away. Embarrassment flooding their system, they continued to rub their arm over their face plate, tears subsiding as they huffed and kicked at the ground.*

Asshole…

*They muttered the word lowly not meaning for the other to hear but also not caring if he did. When they turned to face him the embarrassment they felt grew ten fold, their optic ridges pinching together as they’re almost tempted to pout.

Pushing away the sense of shame at their own lack of knowledge they found comfort in the fact they had not had contact with another of their kin in eons. How were they suppose to know this was not permanent offlining?

His raspy chuckle had Ghost placing their servos on their hips before walking back to him.*

Don’t ever do that to me again, *they scolded, punching his shoulder weakly. Ghost’s face grew dark as a sudden thought dawn on them*

Just how much of that did you hear? *Bringing their arms up they waved their servos frantically and blushed.*

Actually, nevermind.

Tell me exactly what you need and I should, hopefully, be able to portal myself to the medbay and back.

*Knockout's speech was gradually getting better it seemed. He looked up at Ghost with the most loving gaze. He didn't care that they called him an asshole. They were so... cute. And alive. He didn't care that he nearly met Primus.*

Don't be upset... I couldn't really tell you that you just needed to jumpstart my spark. I was pretty close to complete spark-failure. You did wonderfully anyways. You'll make a good medical assistant yet.

And as for what I might have heard... I didn't hear anything.

My spark felt everything though.

*He chuckled then winced as another pang of pain tore through his whole frame. It knocked the wind out of him a moment before he groaned and laid back against the rock.*

I need... a weld gun, welding metal, and lots of medical grade energon.

And maybe a kiss from an attractive bot.

Yeah that would definitely fix me.

*He smirked slyly.*

[hautaumachine24]

Hautau automatic tube cut-off machines are used throughout industry for high-production of tubular parts. We build systems for basic cut-off and chamfer operations or for grooving, boring and machining deep weld-preps.Hautau automatic tube cut-off machines are used throughout industry for high-production of tubular parts. We build systems for basic cut-off and chamfer operations or for grooving, boring and machining deep weld-preps.