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 Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 5:24 pm
Bang! Aghhhh!
"Hey!" scream "Watch it, that stuff's expensive!"
sweatdrop "Sorry sir, it's difficult to get a good grip on this thing."
"Hey, this is what you're paid to do isn't it? neutral
"Yes sir, sorry sir. Where would you like it?"
"Just set it down in that corner. You know this is coming out of your tip right?"
After a few minutes of work, the delivery man collects his (small)tip and heads out, leaving Cobald alone with his thoughts.
~This 3-D scanner should help speed up production. I'm still worried about the whole project though. Trying to fit an emp generator powerful enough to knock out any decently shielded electronics into a cybernetic forearm seems inherently risky to me.~
"But, its what the boss wants. And what he wants, he gets. Better it come from me than having him go to someone else."
~Not like there are many who would do it better anyway~
"Well, enough stalling. This thing won't just make itself"
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 5:43 pm
"Hmph. Some security system. Only a half dozen automated gun turrets."
Terry remarks how pitiful, in his eyes, his old friend Cobald's security system is.
"Didn't I teach that boy anything. Why if I wanted too, I could take out all his defenses in a matter of minutes."
Terry has always been sure of himself. Even before the military training. After serving for five years, through some of the most heated battles you would never wish to see, he is fairy confident in his ability to win in any confrontation. Of course, the heavy, military grade improvements to his body must not help contribute to his sense of humility either.
"Well, time to say hi to the little blue haired freak"
Waltzing up to the front door like he owns the place, he doesn't flinch in the least when the security drone fixes its laser sights on his chest.
"Terry Hoffman here to see an old friend"
[whhhhhhhhhhhr. IDENTITY CONFIRMED. PLEASE ENTER Terry Hoffman]
"Bout time" As the heavy, specially reinforced steel doors slide open with a heavy clank, Terry continues inside down the long metal corridor, and then dissappears from sight
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 5:27 pm
Alexis paused, the automated security system making him rethink this. Maybe this lab wasn't anything special. He shrugged, and pressed forward, not one to argue with the Corporates.
[Identification?]
Alexis pushed a button on his lower arm, then spoke: "Lucas Morringer, the Thrid." A pause.
[Indentity Confirmed. Welcome, Lucas Morrington.]
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 7:29 pm
Drez enters the room and looks at the shiny things.
"Aardvark?"-said Drez in confusion as the light reflecting off the shiny objects distorted his thoughts, "Yeah,... definately an aardvark."
He turns around and slowly exits the room while humming the tune to "Wangchung", by the band... Wangchung.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 8:59 pm
Cobald is too busy carving an wooden (or as close to wood as you get nowadays) model of a casing for an em capacitor for later scanning into his shiny new 3-D scanner (the old methods are sometimes the best for these sort of things) to notice all the new visitors to his humble (yeah, right) shop.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 9:06 pm
~Hmmm, absorbed in his work as always it seems.~
Slowly he sneaks up behind Cobald. Trying to to make a sound.
"HEY COBALD!!!! WHATCHA WORKING ON!!!!!!
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 9:11 pm
"AHHHH!!!!! DON'T DO THAT!!!! YOU NEARLY MADE ME JAB MYSELF WITH THIS BLADE!!!!!" scream
"What are you doing here anyway Terry......... Hey, um, who, ah, who are they........." sweatdrop
"I, ah, wasn't expecting anyone......"
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 2:19 pm
Alexis stepped into the room, two men arguing on one side. He assessed the situation, not a muscle out of place, then decided, emphasized by an unexpected tick. He was going to need more CNerv soon.
Stepping forward, the slender man cleared his throat loudy. "Hello? Is one of you 'Cobald'?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 11:12 am
"HUH? Uh, yeah.... That would be me.." Trying to avoid eye contact, Cobald shuffles over to the nearby counter top and pretends to adjust the settings on some tools. Anything to keep them from seeing his nervous tick. sweatdrop
"What can I do for you?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 11:16 am
Alexis straightened, noting the odd behaivor. Still, not his problem. "My name is Lucas Morrigton, III. I work with MiraCure Labs, just fourteen sectors from here. I was asked to come and request a donation. Nothing too fancy, just a few surgical implements. If you have any to spare, that is." Alexis let his face fall. "We have a shortage, and I've been asked to request donations from all nearby laboratories."
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 11:25 am
"Surgical implements? Hold on.........I'll check." Cobald dissappears into a back room for a few minutes while he checks his supplies, emerging again a little later.
"Sorry.....I don't really handle the surgeries here myself, I just make stuff.....This is all I can spare." Cobald hands the strange man a small black bag filled with some basic surgical tools.
"Nothing too fancy I'm afraid, but every little bit helps huh?" sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 11:29 am
"Hmph, awfully generous today. Got any other handouts? I could always go for some better platting for my subcant armor."
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 3:20 pm
Alexis smiled appreciatively. "Every bit does." He graciously took the implements. "I'd better get these back..." He turned to leave, then stopped. "If I could ask one more thing of you... Do you happen to have a waste recepticle? I need a place to throw my gum." He blushed. Good. This would do.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 12:07 am
Alexis waited, patient. This had been perfect thus far, and he just needed a single opening... his mind whirred at the possibilities...
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:12 am
"Yeah, sure, I got one right.oh, you found it, good."
Cobald wanted the guy gone, he was sure Terry came by for a reason, and didn't want to keep his old friend waiting too long.
"If that's all you need, I really should be getting back to work."
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