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*startled* no ones called me that in a while and I'm a princess!
*laughs* Princess Marla of Mars *curtseys*
I'm good sir knight. Its not hard just making sure everything is wired up right and such. *points to large plan on wall of power armour* designing I for the husband.

You go rest if you want. Or go via the ferasian hall. They do a good meal. Order kids portion. Still half kilo and a large flaghon of ale...

I call every female I meet that. And I need to finish my blade. Damned thing has to cool before I temper it again...

*Sits back and watches Marla work*

*is building up various areas of wiring and upgrading systems with various parts and widgits piled in various draws and surfaces*

Least your polite.
It Il be good armour, just gonna take time to upgrade the original suit. Fully powered and void sealed armour system with built in power supply...
*tests fits a breastplate and sets about with a filing tool*

I have no idea what you are saying. I'm not from your era in case you forgot.

*Checks time and gets up*

*Walks over to sword and starts hammering away again*

*Inserts blade into the groove in the hilt*

*Looks back at Marla*

You got any leather?

*Rummages through pouch again*

Nevermind, gound some.

*Starts wrapping leather around the pommel of the blade*

*sitting silently in the shadows*

*Doesn't look over to WK*

You gonna get out of there and say hello?

*Still fixing leather to the pommel*

*cocks head to one side but says nothing*

You're late for todays training. Come here please. Do you know how to forge your own weapon?

Yep.
*holds up Runebolt Cannon*

Oh yeah... Sorry boromir.
Its armour that increases strength and allows you to wear a far heavier suit than normaly possible. Simpley put it can operate in a environment with no air or underwater.

I keep forgetting your miles out of time.
*goes back to installing micro sheikd generation systems.

I meant do you know how to forge one of these?

*Holds up sword*

Come, I will show you. It seems that the forging techniques have been forgotten over the years...

*Looks over at Marla*

So, its like an insect shell? Much stronger than what one would assume of something of that size?

*holds up own sword*
I did this as well.

*Holds out hand*

Let me look.

Umm yeah.. *holds out a plate* that's a adamantium, plastewl and ceramite composite plate. Its thick as your finger yet strong as a metre and more of solid hardened steel. But weighs little.
This is the inner plate, there's a outer one that's heavier and designed differently.

That's backed by *holds out advanced chainmail*
So in some regards its like your old plate armour in a sense.

Its very much stronger than it seems.

Huh. I may just have to rebuild my armour with these new materials it seems...

*Shakes head*

But this set hasn't failed me yet, and I don't like discarding memories. I'd like to keep them for as long as I can...

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:
*Holds out hand*

Let me look.

*gives Vanden the sword*


OOC:
Her sword is named "Vengeance" according to the faction book for Retribution. I don't know how well it's made, but I'm going to assume that it is made pretty dang well

*Tests by swinging the sword around*

Light, I'll give it that...

*Lightly touches the edge of the blade*

*Pullls back a bloody finger*

And sharp...

*Picks up own blade and counter-weighs it*

*Hands blade back to WK*

Well. It seems that there is a lot less for me to teach you than I thought...But I'll find something...

*Smiles and puts away sword*

Want to get a drink?

*Arises from "nest" underneath a shuttle seat*
I have a splitting headache.

Ask me when you need some help. Il show you what you need to do. Also powered weapons. There very good.

Once learned easy, just need to work then carefully to get the best results.

*fits outer chest plate and small parts all glow blue then fade off*
Perfect. Its coming on well.

*takes sword back and sheathes it*

You comin or not?

*Starts armouring up again*

Truth be told, I haven't thought of what I can teach you as of yet. I was hoping a drink might clear my mind.

*Pulls on a strap and finishes armouring up*

*Places sword in water*

I'll finish that later.

*Walks out of door*

I'll buy the first round if you want.

*watches Vanden leave with an unreadable expression on her face*

*Shuts my satchel full of grenades and picks up some stray ones on the shuttle floor*
I'd say that field trial was a resounding success.

*Turns around*

You coming? Have I said something offensive?

*simply walks past Vanden and disappears into the bar*

*Looks quizically at WK as she passes*

Hello?

*Follows WK into the bar*

Where the feth did you go...?

*has disappeared into the shadows*

*Shrugs and sits down at a table*

*Throws some coins at the bartender*

A wine for the lass and I'll have some mead. Yes, she's somewhere around here...

*Looks around and fails to see WK*

Guess teaching you stealth is out of the question...

*Marla joins them in bar*

Mind if I join you. . Wiring up armour you need a break.
*places order and puts down her credit card*

I think its just you and me. It seems my apprentice, if I can even call her that, has disappeared.

*Pulls out a chair and gestures for Marla to sit*