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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Aug 11, 2012 14:25:05 GMT -5
Hobbs laughed. "Not too bright are you? It isn't going to shatter. Carbon composites are five times stronger than steel, twice as stiff, and lighter than plastic. Far more reliable than a hunk of carved wood."
She ran a hand across the butt of the weapon, mulling it over. "I can do a detachable laser sight easily, that's no challenge, and I can get started on the custom bolts as soon as I draw up schematics for them and get the base parts sent off to a supplier. Then I'll just add the hi-tech bits myself when they come in. Sound good? I dunno how many a month you'll be needing, but let's start with two hundred of each and see how you go."
He made another comment about her being out of the door if she proved to be a hinderance. She was already tired of people assuming she was a layabout because she didn't go on missions, she didn't need this bullshit too.
Hobbs made a hmph noise and stuck the crossbow into the pocket behind her chair back rest so she could take it back to the technological wonderland she worked in. "Look, bro, I'm not exactly a vet around here, but I'm not new to battle either. Start focusing on the newbies who have no idea how to take down an immortal and quit threatening to kick me out."
Hobbs sighed and released the brakes before pushing herself away. "I'll the defence designs to you this week. Anything else you wanna pester me about, now's your chance. Make it quick."
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Aug 11, 2012 16:11:53 GMT -5
((I never threatened to kick you out o.o))
He didn't like the way she treated him. Perhaps Vaughn wasn't the best at talking to people, but he didn't deserve that much of a cold shoulder. He had only just started.
"No. That's all I have for you right now. I'll leave you to it," He said as he made his way out of the room. God damn, some people. She was good at what she does, but her tempered attitude and thick head wasn't going to get her very far. Vaughn got the idea she thought she could run the place better. Between the emotionally depressed Lt. and the angry tech specialist--Well, let's just say Vaughn's standards of the place had dropped. He hoped, however, that his changes he had in mind would change some of that. Then again who the hell knew. Some people don't change, and don't respond easily to it.
He made his way to the Commanders room and unlocked the door. Home sweet home--Sort of. Vaughn hung up his hat, jacket, and decided he needed some coffee and motivation to stay up working on ways to improve the Compound. Improving the structure, ideals, and ways that they would operate.
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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Aug 11, 2012 17:09:53 GMT -5
((Several comments were made about showing her the door. It was a rough interpretation.))
Hobbs eyed him carefully as he went for the door. She rolled after him for a short while, but topped by the training frames. She wasn't done here yet.
She watched him leave without saying a word. That guy was a weird man, between sitting alone in the dark, wearing clothes that made him look like he'd stepped fresh out of the costume van for an action movie, and wielding weapons that set him back several hundred years. And she was meant to call this guy 'Commander'? Time would tell if he was up to the title or not.
The door shut heavily behind him, causing it to boom loudly around the gym for several seconds after he was gone.
"Aw, dammit," she swore softly. "Totally forgot to ask him about my records." She'd wanted to know exactly what he had on her. Education, qualifications, police and military records, everything. Hobbs was a private person. She didn't like people knowing more than what she was willing to let on. She didn't know why he would have in depth details on her beyond her recent activities, unless somebody had done some digging on her, and then she wanted to know who and why.
But that would have to wait. Perhaps next time.
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