Fabrication
"It was a rush job unfortunately, if we had the time we probably could make something out of it that would be close to unstoppable"
Fabrication
Jax listened attentively, even taking a moment to read some of the file that had been sent to him. But that last sentence caused his ears to perk up, and a devious grin to spread across his features. He began wondering how many missile-pods he could strap to the armor. Maybe even add a "snow plow" on the front. With a little speed boost from some thrusters, it would be absolutely
devastating against a horde of Rixxikor.
"...I like the way you think. You'll go far in this business with that kind of attitude. Every machine can be made more efficient. Every weapon more deadly. Seriously, I
urge you to consider a gig with Havok-"
He shook himself back to reality.
"-Sorry, I ramble sometimes. Shouldn't be promoting business while working." He sighed and grabbed the dolly, heading back to the elevator to grab another armor from the armor bay. "I've got a lot of armors and zero time to get them back in fighting shape. Plus, that weapons job Tiger- I mean, Tsuguka-Heisho- wants me to do."
He punched the button.
"Welcome to the glamorous life of being the
only person around who knows how to use a wrench. Well, besides Candon. But he's too busy being
tacticool at the moment. Er,
don't tell him I said that."
The doors closed, and a few minutes later came back down with Freyja's armor.
"By the way, you're not enlisted. If you want to go grab some food or something instead of being my assistant, you can. I'm not your boss."