#crack repair by metal stitching

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For more details regarding crack repair of aluminium and cast iron by metal lock & metal stitching, please email us at rajshahani@rapowersolutions.com, or info@rapowersolutions.com, or call us at +91 9582647131 or +91 9810012383.

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Effective Cold Repair Methods for Cracked Cast Iron

The cold cast iron repair process begins with a comprehensive assessment of the crack, considering its location, length, depth, and any associated factors contributing to the damage. This evaluation helps determine the appropriate repair method to be employed. One commonly used technique is metal stitching, which involves the precise alignment and installation of interlocking metal pins or locks along the length of the crack. For more information, contact us for metal stitching engine block, crack repair by metal stitching, at info@rapowersolutions.com, 0124-425-1615, or +91-9810012383. 

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The metal stitching and locking method offer a clear advantage over the welding procedure for fixing casting cracks. Instead, the damaged or cracked region is either repaired using specially made stitching pins or removed and replaced with a new section. Following a series of drilled and tapped holes being manufactured, these stitching pins are placed along the split line to apply radial pulling pressure that draws the crack's sides together. Metal stitching of crack casting is becoming more and more popular as a successful method for repairing broken, cracked, and fractured casting pieces since it is a long-lasting procedure. The image shows our teams' successes in repairing cast iron by metal stitching. If you have any questions regarding metal stitching or other services, get in touch with us using email at info@rapowersolutions.com and by phone at +91-9582647131.

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Repair Of Casting Cracks | Metal Stitching And Metal Locking

Metal locking and metal stitching processes have been used by RA power solutions technicians for more than 44 years to repair of casting cracks and damage casting. Cracks in casting are primarily influenced by melt quality, casting equipment, casting process conditions, and grain structure. The repair of cracks in casting by metal stitching and metal locking has a definite advantage over the repair of cracks by welding. For the successful repair of broken, cracked, and fractured casting parts, metal stitching is becoming increasingly popular. The services of crack repair of casting cracks and aluminum parts are offered 24/7, and we are considered to be cost-effective. All crack repairs of metal stitching and crack repairs of damage casting are undertaken with a guarantee. For more information, repair of crack casting, Turbine casing crack repair on site, and crack repair damaged casting rectification Contact us at rajshahani@rapowersolutions.com, info@rapowersolutions.com or call us at +91 9582647131, or +91 9810012383.

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RA Power Solutions was approached by a leading automobile manufacturing company based in North India to execute the repair of a damaged main frame body of 3500 Ton Press, supplied, installed, and maintained by a renowned Japanese company. All the technical parameters including load characteristics of 3500 Ton Press were studied by the RA Power Solutions engineers and it was decided to go ahead with the repair of crack by metal stitching and metal locking process. For more information email us at rajshahani@rapowersolutions.com, or info@rapowersolutions.com, or call us at +91 9582647131 or +91 9810012383.

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The Ultimate Solution for Crack Repair Using Metal Stitching and Metal Locking Techniques

One of the advantages of the metal stitching and metal locking process is that they can be performed on-site, minimizing downtime and transportation costs. Cast metal repair is a specialized process used to restore damaged or cracked cast metal components. It is a specialized process used to restore damaged or cracked cast metal components. The cast iron stitch repair part can often be brought back to its full load-bearing capacity, allowing it to resume its intended function with restored strength and reliability. For more information, contact us for metal stitching of engine block, cracked cast iron repair, crack repair by metal stitching, at info@rapowersolutions.com, 0124-425-1615, or +91-9810012383. 

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OH BOY MEET "THE CLEANER"

A Finding Frankie OC of mine that I've been brainstorming over for the past few days.

I really don't think I have the right style to draw this, but HAVE IT ANYWAYS

Character lore under the cut. IT'S A LOT AND IM PROUD OF IT

To not get murdered by the monsters, needs to look non-human as ordered by the "HUs"

Frankie = Frankie

TOFrankie = The Other Frankie

TFrankie = Toon Frankie

Henry = Henry Hotline

HUs = Higher-ups

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES:

*Human

*Age somewhere in late 40s

*Digigrade stilts, visible parts painted red.

*Body modified for 2 extra limbs that stretch coming out of back, but 1 is torn off and missing

*Original arms had been ripped off as some point and replaced with mechanical stretchy ones. Helps with cleaning.

*Red 3-clawed hands with strong grip strength

ROLE:

*Cleaner

*Cannot leave the complex

PERSONALITY:

*Unaffected by gore

*Oddly strong will to live

*Loves all living things looked down upon. Especially the rats.

*Values loyalty highly even if to a shitty company

CLOTHES:

*Full face mask, fastened with elastic straps

*Head covered with a black balaclava

*Dark green, baggy, boilersuit, heavily stained with dirt and blood, many rips that have been repaired with rough stitch work, the odd few holes patched with materials from contestants uniforms

MASK:

*Inspiration from Bumblebee Millipedes

*Mask completely covers up the cleaners voice by making fuzzy hissing sounds instead like a broken voice changer. Occasionally, some words can be understood

*Looks clean and well looked after, spare a few scuffs and scratches. Any cracks are glued back together

EXTRAS:

*Smells like bleach, rust, and blood

*Gait is stiff and awkward

*Loud metal squeaking, clicking, and thumping steps while walking due to the stilts.

*Voice is quiet, rough, slightly slurred, masculin, and with no defined accent

*Almost no response to pain

*No edible food on the premises, so has to make do with other means

*Main area of residence is around the incinerator

*The cleaning cupboards are the only places that feel safe enough to take off the mask and stilts and not be seen by anyone

RELATIONSHIPS

*Frankie is fond of the cleaner who is extremely wary of him despite this

*Frankie will occasionally "gift" the cleaner with kills and objects

*Hates the Noobnoobs because they make mess

*Only takes orders from TOFrankie and HUs

*Has no sadness over the deaths of many contestants, viewing it as a consequence of recklessness and stupidity

*Refuses to interact with the winning contestant for a long time, assuming they will die soon like the rest

*Keeps interactions with Henry at a minimum to reduce any negative response from TOFrankie

HISTORY

*Got the job back when the park was open and functional to the general public, a year or two before the private live streaming

*Bound by soul to the complex through a contract they signed just before the live streaming started

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Beneath the Wreckage (part 2)

Yelena studied Arina as she moved about the room gathering supplies. Light brown hair; blue eyes; 5’5”, maybe 5’6”; thin, muscular build; and she moved like a graceful personification of death— her steps were elegant, but her moves were deadly.

Arina, on the other hand, was focused on the task at hand. She didn’t pay Yelena much mind. Even if Yelena tried to harm her, which Arina knew she wouldn’t, Arina was always the better fighter of the two. Yelena had yet to remember that, though.

Natasha was still passed out, except now she was lying flat on an old metal operating table. Arina had already hooked her up to an IV and dosed her with anesthesia. She had lost a lot of blood, but luckily, Arina and Natasha’s blood was compatible.

Arina drew a pint of her own blood and ran it through a small, portable filter that she had designed herself. The blood ran straight into Natasha’s veins after that, and Arina didn’t miss the look of disgust on Yelena’s face.

“Please do not throw up or pass out in here. If you get queasy from this kind of stuff, then leave, because I’m about to cut your sister’s abdomen open.”

“I’m not leaving you alone with my unconscious sister, I don’t even know you.”

Arina only quirked an eyebrow at that and said, “Fine, but put on a mask, gown, and gloves. This isn’t exactly a sterile environment, but anything helps.”

Yelena did as instructed and returned to her place at the side of the room. Arina cut away Natasha’s shirt, leaving her clad in a bra. She then put on a mask, gown, and gloves like Yelena and returned to Natasha’s side.

Arina disinfected Natasha’s stomach—all of the tools had been disinfected while waiting for the relatively weak anesthesia to kick in—and then picked up the scalpel. She took a deep breath and made a small incision across the wound so she’d have more room to work. She picked up the forceps and quickly pulled out the bullet. She repaired the internal damage and stitched up the incision.

Arina looked up for the first time in over forty minutes and saw Yelena’s face, which prompted a loud laugh from the brunette. Yelena was ghostly pale with wide eyes, and she looked like she was about to be sick.

“I thought you said you’d be fine,” Arina teased.

“Yeah, well, that was before you sliced open a human body.”

“Fair point.” Arina wrapped the incision in gauze and did a quick check of Natasha’s vitals.

Yelena and Arina took off their sterile coverings and Arina said, “I’ll be back in a little bit. You can stay in here with her or not, it’s up to you. She should wake up within the hour.” Yelena nodded but said nothing as she pulled up a chair and sat down next to Natasha.

Arina left the medical room and made her way to her quarters. The bunker was fairly large: a kitchen, two real bedrooms, additional bunkhouse-style sleeping quarters, two bathrooms, an area with a couple of old couches, and even a dining table. Of course, it also had a weapons room, security room, and a lab, because it was an old bunker from some deadbeat spy organization that collapsed in the 70s.

Arina went to the bathroom closest to her bedroom. Once inside, she shut the door and leaned over the sink. She turned on the cold water (the bunker didn’t have hot water) and splashed it on her face. She stared at her reflection in the old, cracked mirror, and she didn’t recognize the woman looking back at her. She closed her eyes and sighed, trying to keep herself calm.

Even though Natasha hadn’t woken up yet, this was the first time Arina had seen her since they were seventeen. A million memories came flooding back the moment she laid her eyes on the redheaded assassin. The first time they met, the first time they sparred, the first time they danced, and the last time they kissed.

Arina shook those thoughts from her head and opened her eyes, which immediately caught sight of the silver pendant hanging from her neck. A simple necklace with the letter ‘N’ on a thin chain. Arina had gotten herself and Natasha corresponding necklaces on Christmas when they were sixteen, and she hasn’t taken it off since. She doubted that Natasha still had her ‘A’ necklace; not that it mattered— not anymore.

A soft knock on the door disrupted her train of thought. Arina quickly dried her face and opened the door. Yelena was standing on the other side.

“Natasha is awake and asking a ton of questions, most of which I cannot answer, so come on,” she said before turning around and walking away, clearly expecting Arina to follow. Arina shook her head and followed the blonde. ‘She hasn’t changed a bit,’ she thought to herself as she walked. Somewhere deep down, she’s still that innocent 6-year-old girl, and that thought made Arina smile.

When they entered the medical room, Natasha was sitting up on the operating table, seemingly taking in her surroundings.

“What the hell are you doing?! You just had surgery, you’re going to pop your stitches,” Arina exclaimed as she rushed over to push Natasha back down onto the table.

“Arina,” Natasha breathed out in shock. Even though she knew she’d see Arina, there was no preparing her for this moment. They were now fairly close to each other, and Arina quickly removed her hands from Natasha’s shoulders and stepped back. “It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah, it has, I guess,” Arina said quietly.

“I wanted to find you, but you said-”

“I know what I said. That doesn’t matter now. Yelena said you have questions for me?”

“Oh, um...where are we? And what happened?”

“This is an abandoned bunker. It’s where I’ve been hiding out the past few years, and nobody else knows about it so it’s perfectly safe. You were shot, you passed out, Yelena and I brought you here, and then I operated on you. That’s pretty much it.”

“Right. And where were you before this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you said that you’ve only been here for a few years, so where were you hiding before that?”

“Natasha, what are you talking about? You know exactly where I was.”

“What? No, you escaped when we were seventeen,” Natasha’s face contorted into disbelief, but the feeling of dread in her stomach ensured her that this was really happening.

“Uh, no, I definitely didn’t. What the hell did you think ‘I’ll never get out’ meant? Of the closet?”

“I don’t know, Arina! I thought maybe you got out of this life for good! That you’d settled down somewhere or something.”

“No you didn’t, Natasha. That’s just what you told yourself to make yourself feel better. Probably the same thing you did with Yelena, too.”

“Okay, sorry to interrupt, but what the fuck is going on here?” The other two women had honestly forgotten that Yelena was there, but now neither of them knew what to say. “Who are you really, Arina? How do you know Natasha?”

Arina sighed and looked down at her feet as she answered. “We grew up together. All three of us, Lena. You were young when we were closest, so you probably don’t remember that much of me.”

Yelena’s face was blank for a few seconds as she thought it over. All of the sudden her eyebrows shot up and she gasped. “Oh! I remember you! You had a really weird accent and we always called you Aria because when we first met, I didn’t know your real name so I called you that by mistake.”

“That’s me,” Arina said with a small smile. Natasha said nothing, staring at the ceiling from her place on the operating table.

“Where did you go? Everything was great and then one day it was like I didn’t even exist. You barely acknowledged my existence, and then eventually you disappeared completely,” Yelena said, not meeting Arina’s eyes. She seemed so small at that moment— almost like she was just a little kid again.

“It’s hard to explain, but you never stopped being like a little sister to me, Lena. I had to distance myself to protect you.” Yelena cleared her throat and whispered ‘right.’ It was quiet for a few moments before Natasha spoke up.

“Well this has been great and all, but this table is really uncomfortable.”

“Oh, right. We can move you to an actual bed,” Arina said, grateful for the heavy moment to have been broken.

Yelena and Arina helped Natasha to the other main bedroom and into the bed so she was leaning against the headboard. Arina was preparing to make her escape when Yelena said, “I’m gonna go. You two seem like you have a lot to talk about. Privately. Without me. Alone...in private.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively before practically fleeing from the room. Arina snorted a laugh at the younger woman while Natasha blushed furiously, wishing the bed would just swallow her whole.

“We probably should actually talk about everything,” Natasha said.

“Yeah, I know. But do either of us really want to? What’s done is done, no going back now.”

“I mean I guess, but you were still...there. This whole time. I thought you were free, Aria. I would’ve helped you. I would’ve done something.” Arina sat down on the edge of the bed as Natasha spoke.

“You did do something, Natasha. You became an Avenger; you saved lives. All I ever wanted was for you to get out of there and live the life you deserve, and you did. I’m not really mad at you for leaving, Talia. I never was. I just wish that one of us could’ve protected Lena. If anything, I was mad at the circumstances.”

It was quiet for several minutes before Natasha spoke, her voice so quiet that she was nearly whispering, almost as if she was afraid to disrupt the peaceful blanket of silence that had settled over the room. “I miss you calling me that. You’ve been calling me Natasha since I got here...It feels wrong.”

Arina hummed. “Well, it’s your name, so it shouldn’t feel wrong.”

“Yeah but that’s not my name to you. It never has been. When did I stop being ‘your Talia’?”

“I think we both know that answer to that question, and I don’t think either of us would enjoy hearing it out loud.”

“You’re probably right.”

“I’m gonna go throw some food together for dinner. There’s a walkie-talkie on the nightstand if you need anything. Seriously, you can’t be getting out of bed.”

“Yes ma'am, I understand.”

Arina rolled her eyes with a smile. “I’ll see you in a bit, Talia.”

“Don’t miss me too much, Aria.”

[metalstitchinglocking]

Repair of the MAN diesel engines crankshaft

All of the crank pin diameters were kept within 0.4 mm during the crank pin grinding process for the crankshaft of MAN B&W. RA Power Solutions made the decision to keep grinding the crank pin until it had a 1.0 mm undersize deviation in order to avoid the crankshaft being rejected. For additional information, contact info@rapowersolutions.com, 0124-4251615, or +91-9810012383.

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Cast Iron Metal Stitching and Diesel Engine Overhaul

Instead of using conventional techniques for cast iron crack repair, for cast iron metal stitching on-site we are using modern tools and cutting-edge technology. In the event that an engine component is damaged or cracked, RA Power Solutions performs on-site metal stitching or metal locking repairs. Our technicians have a lot of expertise. While the vessel is in motion, crack repair and casting component repair can also be done. Contact us at info@rapowersolutions.com, 0124-4251615, or +91-9810012383 for more details about our metal stitching crack repair services.

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Insitu Crack Repair By Metal Stitching And Metal Locking | Repair By Cracked Engine Block

Most repairs can be done in situ with few or no dismantling, saving you time and money. RA Power provides the services and manufacture by Onsite and Insitu crack repair by metal stitching and metal locking. Also, we have been undertaking the repair & maintenance of heavy equipment in industries, power plants, and diesel engines installed on the vessel. Without welding, metal stitching is a unique emergency repair method for repairing cracks and joining parts of broken cast metal components. The main advantage of the metal lock and metal stitching process for repairing damaged, or cracked, engine blocks is that no heat is generated during the procedure. We have successfully repaired more than three thousand cracked, damaged, or rejected engine blocks, compressor casings, heavy equipment, etc. For more information on engine block stitching, turbine casing crack repair on site, metal locking, cast iron engine block metal lock, and engine block metal locking contact us at rajshahani@rapowersolutions.com, or info@rapowersolutions.com, or call us at +91 9582647131 or +91 9810012383.

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Metal Stitching Cast Iron and Engine

The best method for repairing cracks and damaged casting is the cold procedure of metal stitching and metal locking. Since the metal stitching/metal locking technique of crack healing is a cold process, no alignment or profile is lost, so most of the time there is no need for machining. For more information about cold metal stitching, Cold Metal Stitching Cast Iron, and Cold metal stitching engine email info@rapowersolutions.com and tel. 0124-4251615.

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Metal Stitching Technique Used to Repair Cast Iron Cracks

It has been observed that once repair cast iron has been accomplished using the metal stitching process, the strength of the surrounding area is actually increased. On board the ship and in power plants around the globe, we carry out crack repairs. Contact us at info@rapowersolutions.com, 0124-425-1615, or +91-9810012383 for more details on babbitting metal, Crankshaft inspection, and repair and maintenance of new bearings.

[understandableparadox]

High noon at Ground zero.

The clicking of the gieger counter rumbles like static, as you slide down the craters edge. bodies litter the scorched smoothed dirt. each one sporting the only wound they needed to find their final rest. layed neatly with their fineries that glint past their rust in the soon to be mid-day sun.

a cloud of dirt billows out behind you as super fine dust is disturbed and finds their highways on the wind. on the other side, you can see the same sight. the metals on them gleaming silver, gilded with gold.

at the center of the crater is a podium. glowing slightly with heat and radiation. twisted and ever so slightly molten with its own energy. old text distorted across its surface refusesing to relinquish their meaning even after so long. to the north, leaning lackadaisically was the only spectator.

"Rules simple. a 6 bullets in each gun, only need the one. if you miss, which you wont, i'll ask if yall just lay the guns down and brawl it till your done."

their voice box was cracked, in need of some form of repair that it would never see. their form wrapped in stitched together from the ponchos of other visitors. You wonder if your own was interesting enough to take.

you stare ahead. your opponents ocular array was sparkling clean, letting the red light of it burrow into you. voyeuristic gleaning everything about you. Everything, how fast you can move, how many shots you can take, your willingness to stay your hand and your willingness to forgive. your good camera zooms in ever so slightly, searching their form.

Their body is tattooed garishly in gold, sweeping vines that grow from old battle wounds, refusing to hide the shameful destruction of their exo-skelaton.

"Any point to talking this out?" They ask, though the fact that their already absentmindedly checking the gun in hand, they know your answer.

The spectator once again speaks.

"Leave your grievances at the podium, hate aint gonna do ya any good anymore, duel in peace."

"You killed my creator... You shot and killed the human that made me and now im gonna do the same to you." You force out, as if trying to follow the spectators advice. letting hot irons of rage fall from your speakers to be swallowed up by the podium. you grab the gun and hold the barrel to the sky. the heat of it blisters the plastic grip of your hand.

"you are assigning a sin onto me that just ain't real, what i did was a fucking mercy. " he retorted, you cant read his face, you cant read the signal he emits, you cannot read it in a way that is rational.

"Paces. Find a place you wouldn't mind laying your head and wait til you're clocks hit noon. A second after, you may begin." the spectator stated.

You look around. not to many spots left, the old duelists found all the good spots already. you consider something symbolic, laying in a way that points towards your home, but the spot has already been claimed by a another metal corpse. the seconds are ticking away. you find a spot where the dust looks like its piled enough to make a small pillow if you fall in just the right spot.

you finally turn around to see that he has only moved a few paces away from the podium. just enough to be considerate of those who will inevitably come next. how long have they been watching you...?

the shadows in the crater are growing shorter, slowly turning non existent.

"Last chance for yall to drop your guns and walk away. yall had plenty of time to think of the worth of this greivance." the spectator drawled, their faded face turned towards the sun as it climbed to the highest point in the sky. as if he knew neither would take that offer.

plastic from your hand had finally stopped dripping down your fingers into the dirt, the gun finally cooling enough. if you survived, you would need to machine out new pads for your hand.

10 seconds left. you choose a the oculer arrey, a nice clear target for you to go for. You wonder what spot he chose for you.

9 seconds left. you ready your grip on the gun, flexing your finger, tenseing your hydraulics to flick.

8 seconds left. you wonder if its possible for both of the bullets to hit each other. both of your aims are deadly enough, it might just happen.

7 seconds left. you try to remember a good face to leave this earth with. you plan to win but its not logical to assume. You remember a good one.

6 seconds left. you cant stop your eyes flicking from the specter widdling down a from a corpse into a set of two bullets, peice by peice cleaning the crater. you wasted time stareing.

4 seconds left. there is a tremble. you cant afford to know where the tremble is, you just know its there.

3 seconds. you consider how many have fired a second bullet, its not impossible to hit em out of the air...

2 seconds, ah, you can read his signals again. nothing bit pity.

1 second. he fired a little early.