Abwehran Commander
Inactive Member
A light, rhythmic tapping resounded throughout the conference room as a strong finger broadcasted the impatience of its host. It was possibly the fifth time someone from his species had sat in this room, but a grizzled Wolfgang Lehrer wasn't as pleasant as the civilians who had negotiated with Origin initially. Grimacing under the light of the room, the Abwehran Hybrid adjusted his goggles with his upper left arm as his chin rested upon his upper right hand. The Warrant Officer's lower left hand held a folder of papers that he was casually glancing over, while the culprit behind the incessant tapping (his lower right) continued out monotonously.
It had been a week since he had arrived on Dawn Station and he had needed it. It was often hard for Abwehrans to adjust to lower gravity, so he had to return to his own quarters often to relax a bit. Deciding he had enough of a break, the former Marine had requested a meeting with representatives from all of the Origin Departments. His job, after all, was to be liaison between Origin and his Government. Too bad poor Oberstabsfeldwebel Lehrer hadn't realized what type of job he had been assigned too. All ready, he was receiving messages from his superiors for 'results'. It could only make the former Marine grumble incoherently. Did they expect him to be a miracle worker? It took a good day for Subspace Communication messages to reach him from Abwehr. Even then, Lehrer had to research this new technology thoroughly to even have a grasp of the concepts. He wasn't a bloody theoretical physic--well, it wasn't theoretical any longer. Either way, he wasn't a scientist, he was a void-spawned Engineer and he would damn well speak with these civvies when he was ready.
Sighing loudly, the Engineer brought his mahogany, upper-left hand to run an index finger along his scar and pondered some of his findings. There was so much that could be used to increase his people's technology by leaps and bounds, but most of it relied on that thrice-damned Aether Tech. The whole concept of drawing energy from another dimension brought shivers down his spine. While Wolfgang wasn't the most devote follower of Universalism, the thought one of those reactors going critical was enough to make his skin crawl. Now that was something he could understand as an Engineer.
It had been a week since he had arrived on Dawn Station and he had needed it. It was often hard for Abwehrans to adjust to lower gravity, so he had to return to his own quarters often to relax a bit. Deciding he had enough of a break, the former Marine had requested a meeting with representatives from all of the Origin Departments. His job, after all, was to be liaison between Origin and his Government. Too bad poor Oberstabsfeldwebel Lehrer hadn't realized what type of job he had been assigned too. All ready, he was receiving messages from his superiors for 'results'. It could only make the former Marine grumble incoherently. Did they expect him to be a miracle worker? It took a good day for Subspace Communication messages to reach him from Abwehr. Even then, Lehrer had to research this new technology thoroughly to even have a grasp of the concepts. He wasn't a bloody theoretical physic--well, it wasn't theoretical any longer. Either way, he wasn't a scientist, he was a void-spawned Engineer and he would damn well speak with these civvies when he was ready.
Sighing loudly, the Engineer brought his mahogany, upper-left hand to run an index finger along his scar and pondered some of his findings. There was so much that could be used to increase his people's technology by leaps and bounds, but most of it relied on that thrice-damned Aether Tech. The whole concept of drawing energy from another dimension brought shivers down his spine. While Wolfgang wasn't the most devote follower of Universalism, the thought one of those reactors going critical was enough to make his skin crawl. Now that was something he could understand as an Engineer.