A Durability Issue

[Matreya]

Valashu stood before a massive table, eyes going over a holoarray that held the image of a lightweight suit of armor on it. Panning slowly along the front of the near full size image, he reached a hand to the image, twisted at a 'joint', then 'detached' it from the main body. Twisting it within the parameters of the confines, he examined the material up close.

"Kinetix, that is what we have taken to calling the lost material, is quite the amiable material." Terrence said, just beyond his left shoulder, and slightly behind him, "When the men stumbled across the suit on Tatooine, I was honestly not expecting much. But as it is, when smelted to the base alloys, framed, and cooled, the resulting plates become basically impenetrable to stabbing means, as well as others.

"That said, it is basically the equivalent of sheet rock to a lightsaber or blaster fire." He ended, rubbing a chin as he too eyed the holo.

"Yes," Val murmured, "The constructual stability wouldn't be able to sustain its integrity against highly intensified heat." Releasing the 'joint', it performed a slow and lazy spin in the space it was let free. Waving a hand sent the piece to nestle back in the proper locale.

"However, thinking of the sales, as is, this mineral alone is quite the tool. Utilized properly, as maybe an underlay, it could change the game of armor crafting forever." Terrence tossed out, finally settling himself down into a nearby chair, still within ease of seeing the display.

Turning in place, Valashu leaned against the table that made up the base to the array. Crossing his arms against his chest, the Kensûrai Archer mulled it over, muttering aloud, "Of course it would. Such a thing is more or less unheard of. History even has lost most mention of such effects.

"Expecting more than maybe one or two other corporations, or factions, to be able to come up with the same thing within a short time is ludicrous to say the least." Valashu looked to his second in command, "But the point is this," Holding up a finger he said, "We know the mineral, but not where to mine it." A second finger joined the original in its rigidity, "All minerals are of a limited supply." Another came up, not willing to be left down, "Plus, it would be heavy, and an underlay is meant to be lightweight. A solid suit would not be."

Bringing the lifted appendage back to its prior resting spot, Valashu lightly tapped his left foot, rising the tip to lightly knock against the floor in a nervous habit. What could be done about spreading thin a mineral? How did they go about finding it? Plus what way could be used to make the end result light weight...

At that Valashu glanced to his side, at his own chair he had vacated recently. Wrapped along the elegant back of the chair hung his Olive colored Lorn'iseth Jacket. Staring at the accessory, a slow smile would spread against his face.

"We bind it to other materials." Valashu said, his gaze returning quickly to the man whom had come to be his aide in all day to day life, and handling of a multimillion credit organization.

WC: 554

 

[Matreya]

Terrence arched a brow, clearly not quite on the same line of thinking as the archer. Without asking, he attempted to find that train station, to jump on said train of thought. Of course binding it to other materials would spread the amount they had, all the while making it lighter, as well possibly making it possibly a much lighter suit.

But what was it to be bound to? Durasteel would retain partial integrity, as well as slightly lower the weight, though not by much. Phrik, or Songsteel, would be perfect, allowing it to be lightweight, and ultra durable. But these were even rarer deposits to find, even if the very planet they were located on was aptly filled with the prior.

So it would need be a biological of some sort...

"The Jacket, Terrence." Val said, a laugh playing at the muscles of his cheeks, "I couldnt control MSI without you, nor live my life so easily; its obvious that couldn't follow a train of thought without assistance."

Terrence scowled, feigning anger, yet internally - as well as somewhat obviously - acknowledging the friendship the duo felt, "Yeah, yeah. So Uller, and Thermal Gel? Thermal Gel is readily available, especially since Daemon crafted his own variant. But what about Uller?"

Val nodded, "Was already thinking of the Uller. I believe that the Osirian Zoo has several males, and a couple females. Could be wrong though. Its been a long while since I was there."

"Sounds like a plan then," Terr replied, "We go down, make a donation slash deal with the exhibit owners, tell them we want just the horns, maybe provide them with a growth hormone, and stop by every so often."

Valashu was already sliding around the table to grip the leather of his coat, flinging it upward to slide first one arm, then the next into it, "Sounds good, let's go on a walk my man."

At that the dual companions walked from the room towards the elevator which would then take them down the numerous floors to the main, which would be their exit. It didn't take them long either, considering one was the second, and the other was the primary man in charge of the whole company, and all of its subsidiaries.

Had he the urge, Val could have taken a trip alone on one of the lifts, kicking all of the previous inhabitants off without much issue.

Once passing through into the daylight, fresh air, and hustle of the planet, Val began a slow leisurely walk down the platform they were on. It was not the ground floor, most buildings did not go all the way down, as last those did, Zaiden and the Fringe had brought down multiple sections of the planet on separate occasions.

Hence nowadays the lower portions, usually a couple hundred floors, were of their own stock. After around three hundred, each tower or construction finally changed to the pristine life known and expected of the planet. Not to say those down below were unpopulated, or even overtly debilitated, rather it was considered the ghetto to what the high class upper portion shown through.

"So, Val, you have any other items you plan to combine with the bone, gel, and deposit?" Terrence asked curiously, yet utterly intelligently making the decision to leave the names of each ingredient. On the chance, of course, that they were being followed by espionage agents, or the possibility that they had not the vision to take in every ear, thus accidentally slipping it to a bystander that may wind up revealing the information obtained.

"I hadn't really given it much more thought than what we already figured." Val said, these thoughts dancing the dance of curiosity within his think tank. As they each combined with the other, the kinetic damage capable of being sustained would be lowered even more. But still, on the same levels, they each were different materials, and possibly couldn't even come together so perfectly.

"I think it might be a well thought plan to actually have a true binding agent," Terrence said, laughably following, at almost the same speed, the train of thought Val was - despite the issues he had just a few minutes ago, "Maybe we could use some form of quick acting glue" Terrence was now playing it even more smartly, by means of using code words.

It was almost instantaneously obvious the means of which he spoke: Instant Adhesive. On a serious level, molecules were fused together at that level, making what was once two, a literal single item. If they used it properly, there was a chance that it could make every one of those microscopic pieces almost as one.

This would have a few merits; firstly wear and tear due to use would come less, due to three items being a single, as well as making weight much less. Which was actually one of their primary issues, as a suit of armor made from this would be heavy...

"I think we should make it into a suit." Val said, coming to a quick conclusion.

WC: 856

 

[Matreya]

Terrence laughed, "Weren't we already?" He was confused by the last statement, which made sense as he was under the belief that the suit would be of armor.

"Bodyglove." Valashu added, a grin puckering the side of his mouth a moment, "Have it under a more protective armor. This in itself will work in several ways, firstly being that the outer armor takes actual physical damage, while the bodyglove would then absorb the inertial energies.

"It would be able to be modified easily, to fit under the armor, and so we will likely make as many as possible, yet some more adapted to the personal physique of the buyers." He finished, just as they approached the entrance to the Zoo.

"Well, here we are." Terrence said, then held up a hand, a finger extended, "Wait here, Val, I will look for the man." He said.

Val nodded, then began patting his pockets to locate the hidden tin within one. Once he found it, there was a moment of satisfaction before opening it and drawing free a Rokna Blue laced cigarette. Putting the tip to his teeth, he lit it with a flick of his lighter. Closing the lighter, then the case, he slipped both into his pocket.

Reaching upward, he inhaled deeply, then blew out as he waited.

WC: 223

 

[Matreya]

It took only enough time to smoke two more of the cancer sticks, before Terr and a man approached. Looking the man over, Val absentmindedly tightened the straps across his chest, bringing the flaps of the long coat closer together. The man was blonde haired, with an odd colored green tint in his eyes, his smile was also a bit weird, but the rest seemed rather acceptable. His suit was stylish, if not cheap, his hair was parted at the side to cross over to the other, while his teeth shone a severe shine.

"Laurence, Burgs, I understand you have a proposition?" Mr. Creepy Smile said, a twinkle hidden within an eye. It almost screamed cruelty and abuse toward the animals within.

But at the moment that was not his problem. He would look into it later.

"Yes, Mr. Burgs, I come looking for a rare species of creature, one known as Uller. I believe at one point I saw them here. I come with an offer of purchase, combined with other stipulations." Valashu said, flicking the butt of his cigarette off the edge of the platform they all stood on.

"Please, color me interested. Proceed."

"Well, firstly, I wish to take their horns. The why? My business. However. For each horn, I am willing to pay more than amply, as well as provide a specialized drugs to assist in their regrowth, so I might send a man to return for more at a later time." Valashu said with a small smile. The Blue was kicking in a bit more now.

"Hmmm.." Burgs feigned to think it over. As if.

WC: 275

 

[Matreya]

"Look man, its honestly not that difficult to find another revenue for the creatures - hell this jacket has enough Uller inside to make a dozen clones." Valashu said, a gesture toward the coat he wore coming forth. This actually was an idea he had not thought of. Cloning, especially at a high speed rate, would be more then lucrative. The entirety of the issue of their rarity would also go out the window.

"Actually, Valashu I understand your name is, add that into the deal and you have an agreement on your hands." Burgs said, "With zero doubt in my mind."

"Sounds good. I'll take some samples of your Alpha and Omega, then I will have them taken to the nearest cloning facility. That in itself is profitable for all of us, including other Zoo staff. A full horde of a rare breed? That will draw a crowd." Valashu said, then glanced to Terrence.

"Well, Laurence, please, lead the way." Terrence said, taking a hint at the thoughts running through Valashu's head: anger at the man for making this difficult, as well as boredom, which was even worse. Boredom for the Kensûrai Archer? It meant a death, minimum.

Mr. Burgs jumped to attention, gesturing to the doors which opened as they approached. Instantly an odd smell touched Valashu's nose, one of his best skills. Taking a small, almost silent sniff, the Archer paused, tilting his head. Analyzing the smell he caught, his brain raced through the possibilities for several moments, before he snapped.

"Blood mixed cleaning supplies." Val said, his stride grown long for a moment, until he reached the others once more, "What died here?" He asked, slipping his hands into his pockets. He may not appear the deadly assassin he was, with such a lithe agile form, but he was trained as an impeccable tracker alongside the other skills he bore. The moment his mind narrowed down the copper smell, combined with a weak ammonia, added into the lightest aroma of citrus - well he knew without a doubt he was correct.

If he had smelled in the past, he could detect in the future.

"Mr. Valashu, things perish here all the time, it is an animal exhibit!" Burgs said, attempting to laugh, until he noticed both his companions wielded straight serious expressions.

"Blood, pledge, and... well something else." Val said, then gestured down a hall, where the arid smell came from the strongest, "Down that way. Recently it died. Whatever it was."

He shrugged as if knowing these things were normal.

Burgs paled, "My word, that is impeccable. Well, yes, down that hall was a Krayt habitat. The poor thing attempted to flee its enclosure, only to get trapped in the mesh, and cut itself deeply. The wounds were far to deep to save it." He said, clicking his tongue as if knowing this made him feel bad.

WC: 491

 

[Matreya]

Val actually laughed at that, "Sure." He said then motioned for them to continue. In short time they had passed more than a dozen halls, each housing a different feel to them, but all having a dire need for maintenance. He had decided by the halfway point, that this was wrong, and would have Damien look into it - Fos, his name is Fos now. Gotta remember that, or I might blow his cover! Val thought to himself in a swift flow.

"Here we are." Burgs said, gesturing over the rail of walk way they had come to rest on.

Val nodded, placed a hand on the rail, and vaulted over. The shouts behind him echoed loudly. Some were shouting to withdraw all animals, some shouted to find if he was okay, while others simply shouted warnings to return. A single voice laughed audibly at the worry surrounding him.

"Everyone!" Terrence shouted, attempting to cease his giggling, "Please! Calm down! Trust me, Valashu isn't the one that should be wary in this situation! He could easily take out the lot of them all!"

As it was, Val's hands had once more returned to his coat pockets, not even attempting a defensive maneuver. Why should he? Unless ordered by owners to attack, animals rarely ever did so, not even predators!

Walking forward, he swung his gaze around a moment. Before long he had gathered cells from the two specimens he had promised to, then with an acrobatic leap had bounded off a large stone, to the near wall, then back and cleared the railing - hands never leaving his pockets.

"Your money will be wired the moment we return to the office." Valashu said, nodding to the gathered men, whom all gawked in awe.

"Come, Terrence."

WC: 300

 

[Matreya]

In but a few moments Valashu and Terrence arrived back at head quarters, if you will, and found themselves atop the tower in a makeshift Alchemy Forge. it was no professional example, but it could be used to make powerful objects, with the combinations of men hired, and trained, to do so. Before the duo sat a man with a pale white receding hairline, a thin frail form, and a gap toothed smile. Smit. The head Alchemist, one specifically trained by Fos Misao during his time as a separate entity - Damien Daemon.

"Yeah, it can be done. Fos already talked with me, let me know the technique y'all wanna use. I won't be able to do it myself, but I think, if y'all gimme time, I can pick out the A Lister team." Smit said, "With about a half dozen flunkies to power the rituals, I can easily do what ya want."

"Very good, Smit. Keep us informed. Our payment was already sent, and so too was a detain team to get the Horn." Valashu said, then gestured a wave as he left the room, heading for where the Blast Rooms were located, several dozen floors down.

"Val, we are about to change the game, are you getting that just yet?" Terrence asked, walking beside him, eyes on the only man be truly knew as a friend.

"I think I am. The guns, armor, all that stuff, even our drug manufacturing is not going to be on the same level. As it is, this outfit will not be able to start off at Mass Production, but eventually through enough work it will." Val said, "With that will come a constant revenue, as I believe this is going to be our main sale for a time. The Planetary Shields simply aren't available like they used to be, and even then, they aren't selling the same either. The arms and munitions are doing adequately, though could do more.

"Yet a 'new' type of defense, one that will work so well? It will smash the economy in two." Val said, then outright laughed, "I kid of course. Let's make the bed before we plan on laying in it alright?"

"Of course, but just put it up to," Terrence paused, "Prophetic intuition, or maybe Force drawn knowledge, how about Far Sight Visions?"

They both laughed and continued on their way.

Soon enough they exited a lift, starting down a hall, "Are we sure who is on duty in the main Blast Room? If not A, then B?" Valashu found himself asking as they moved. The floor they found themselves on was hot, like the core of a planet there was ever present swirling molten heats and the like. Not to mention the odd smells: burnt hair from idjits that got to close to the Furnace, copper, tin, steel, all smelted to their boiling points, ready for the process that would inevitably turn them to weapons, armor, tools, etcetera.

"Uhm, here let me check." Terr said as he reached into a pocket. To which out came a small square that held an array of miniature rectangular buttons; it was his own creation, he dubbed the MinCom. It acted as archaic computers, and communication devices, yet also incorporated the newer tech, including scanners, jacks for connection to heavier computer sets, as well as holoprojectors and senders.

Pressing a button let up a small holo screen which produced a desktop like appearance. Sliding a finger on the hand that currently held nothing, he swiped the holo design around, clicking on options as they appeared before stating, "Serriphine is currently at A, while Denmor is at B. I would recommend A though, as Denmor is currently working with the Beta team on some of the SarDroid's parts." He said, pressing down on the same button to deactivate the MinCom, stashing in his pocket.

"Frak. I hate Serraphine. She is so pompous, as if she is the queen of everything." Val grumbled. It was true though, upon first introductions, the woman had come off as an absolute and total snob, hinting that she was the best at everything she did, that she could easily out perform any other being, no matter the project.

It wasn't sexist or anything, but worse, outright xeno-ist.

Angrily though, he had to admit to himself that she was a top tier worker. She had perfected many crafted items, at a level that the average one of his workers, was honestly inept at reaching. But did that equal the response she gave?

He wasn't sure.

Pausing at the door, Val looked to Terr, "I swear if she is as bad as last time, I'll fire her, and hire a hundred workers. Train each of them to the peak they are capable; eventually I will find another of her. Plain and simple." Terrence chuckled at this.

Opening the door, Val stepped in, instantly bashed by the stimuli found within. There was the sound of clanging hammers, as the majority of crafted work done at Merr-Sonn was done by hand, plus the roar of the Furnace's super heated flames. Against his nose assailed the burning of minerals, the scorch of leather as it was heated to stiffness faster than simply letting it sit.

"Valashu." Serraphine said as she approached, rubbing her hands on the apron adorning her form.

"That's Mr. Bonkai." Val said, already irritated. He wished silently that he hadn't smoked a cigarette so recently, as it made dealing with her difficult in the wane of the drug induced euphoria... or maybe he should have smoked one before coming in, cause at that point he would have been a bit more pliable to her irritating nature.

"Whatever you say." Serraphine said, an obvious smirk left aboard her complexion, no attempt to hide it being found, "What can I do for the millionaire boss man?"

"I need you to smelt some ore, and I will be here to monitor." Valashu said, the decision to smoke a cigarette once more now made. Reaching into his pocket he drew forth the container of the cancerous sticks, "Its imperative that you do this right."

Serra laughed, "Me? Mess up a simple smelt?" She continued gaining hysterical velocity for a moment before containing her self for a moment, "Very unlikely." Wiping at tears not present, she smiled, "So what's the alloy? Phrik? Beskar? Songsteel?"

"Do not ask. You, and every other member of the company will hear about it upon successive completion of the project." Val said.

Serra arched a brow, a slow monotone whistle slowly escaping through funneled lips, "That big of a deal, eh? Alright. Sounds good to me." Serra said, "Are we going to start soon?"

"Yes, but first things first I have some things to say." Val said, "I do not appreciate the attitude I have to concede to from yourself. I already run a massive corporation, plus several others underneath it, and I do not need snarky comments, smart ass attitude, nor smirks, not with the work I do. Especially from a welp such as yourself." VAL rushed to continue, seeing the woman open her mouth to speak, "I know you are good. I see it, as does everyone else you work with. You very much so are a top tier worker, smelter, intellect, etcetera, but that does not mean you get to be a total bi-" He was cut off now.

"Va- I mean Mr. Bonkai, I am aware of my attitude, as well as the skills I possess. I needn't hear about them." Serra said, to the surprise of both men, her demeanor had not changed to one of fury as expected, "It is simply who I am. However, if you ask around, since our last meeting I have heavily reduced my rudeness. It didn't even take our meeting to achieve this, it is simply something that I managed to do. I didn't want to work with people that would avoid me at all costs."

"Very well, just know that I plan to have you watched, even after this project. If it comes up again, I will have you released from my payroll. Plain and simple." Val said, "You may be great, but there are others that can be taught your skill set - maybe not to the same degree. But that can be achieved by a dozen of near thr same prestige."

"Understood, sir." Serra said, "I apologize for my problems, and hope to show I am a better person from working here."

WC: 1,452

 

[Matreya]

Valashu almost faltered at her response. He had not expected the attributed title, nor the respectful means by which it was all dealt. None the less, buttering - or sugaring as it was a woman doing it - wouldn't work against the hardened man. Though he did not always look as tough, he had a serious cold streak in him when it was required, or he did to much Rokna and it came forth of its own accord.

Nodding, he looked to his companion, "Terrence, when is the product going to be brought here? I don't plan to be here until next week, let alone longer than a few hours... wait, what's the maximum length of time for, say, Beskar?"

"Crafting or simply smelting?" Serra asked, propping foster hands against her ample hips.

"Uhm, let's start with just the smelting."

"Well, smelting of Besksr requires addition of carbon atoms, so there is an extra step, but if you simply take that away," Serra mulled over something she had clearly never done so too, "About an hour and a half, maybe two, depending on the size."

"Ah. Ok well, yeah, Terrence we got two hours. Otherwise I'm moving on to the next steps." Val said to his second in command, a not to irritated look on his face as he finally placed his drawn cig in between loosed lips. Drawing free his lighter, he flicked open the top, slashed the flint, then placed the open flame to the tip as he inhaled. Holding the smoke within his swollen lungs, he watched as Terr drew forth the MinCom and once more activated the holoscreen.

Sliding a finger through the menus, he paused to read, then flicked the same finger again, sliding that whole option aside. Clicking on another, he read the opened information, "Uhm, it should be here any second actually. Led is bringing it, and he is carrying it by repulsorlift to maintain the secret as well. Otherwise it likely would have been here already." At that he closed the device and yet again returned it to its protection within his pocket.

It took only a few moments before the large man, likely over weight, but only due to muscular build, to arrive. Ahead of him he pushed a much too large cart that contained far more items caught under a sheet, it would fool others into believing the items weren't of true importance, but he saw it as the laughable farce that it was. When the large man drew off the sheet, he hefted the broken hunks of armor and placed them on a nearby table - each piece allotted its own amiable space to be examined if the workers so felt.

"Thanks Led." Valashu said, nodding to accentuate the fact.

"Not a problem, Don" Led said, a grin spreading his already massive face to even bigger sizes, "I love working with ya, sir." He said, and Valashu felt a sense of laughter, or humor however you wanted to view it, at the pet name given to him by the large Epicanthix. It made him feel he lived a double life, one that he himself actually held no knowledge of at all.

"Feel free to hang around the my man, you know I think chillin with you is pretty damned fun as well." Turning to Serraphine, he snapped than glanced at Led once more, "Also, I haven't forgotten our bet. If you gain another 30 pounds of muscle, in a week, you get a raise. I don't think you got it in ya." Val grinned, and Led waggled his brows in humor at the joke.

"Any way, Serra have you seen any armor like this?" Valashu asked as he stepped forward, allowing Serra to do the same.

"Actually..." She paused to examine the metals for a moment, then nodded, "Yes. Its old. This was known as ki-" She was cut off by a touch on the arm from Val, "Anyway, yeah. I have seen it. Not many know of this anymore. Its basically died out in the long run."

"That's basically the same thought I had. It was actually an odd thing for me when I didn't know of an armor that was brought before me. To study all I have since merging MSI with JAC, yet to still find a style I wasn't aware of? It was quite the let down for me to be honest." Valashu said, then scratched the back of his neck absent mindedly, "It also showed I don't know as much as I believed I did.

"Okay. So you know what it is. Can you smelt it properly?" He asked, looking to meet her eyes.

"Yes, I believe I can. Dont quote that though. It could go either way."

WC: 807

 

[Matreya]

At that, Serra had an assistant bring them tools to examine the armor with, and so before long she had a massive magnifying glass in front of her face. She slowly went too and fro along the metal, taking in each dent and scratch. It became more obvious with each passing of a second that the repute found upon looking deeply into the most ancient of records, were exaggerated. This was no kinetic kill switch as some would believe.

It stopped the excess energies, that was true. Possibly it could have stopped some blaster plasma due to this process as well. But all in all, the thing on a scale of one to ten, with ten being the absolute top tier, would likely be no more than a six.

Valashu himself had seen a dozen minor armors capable of deterring the blunt damage energy away, or through its own materials, that would outclass this thing by a long shot. Serra made note of the weak state, and he nodded slowly. They could always add more materials to the Furnace at the start, but he didn't want to make it any heavier than it already is.

It isn't a suit of armor, rather a bodyglove that would be underneath the armor itself.

"I'm ready, if you are." Serraphine dusted her hands off once more on her apron, which had by now become extremely black, "The Furnace will be freed up if you want it."

Valashu nodded, to which the group headed toward the blasted super heat of the metal container. As he stood entranced by the flames, Val sensed as Serra moved to place a single arm of the metal within the chamber, encased in a large case that held it, allowing the heat of the dish to transfer and eventually liquefy the innards.

As that process began, he glanced to Serra and watched as she kept a vigilant eye on the product. It was surprising to find someone so obsessed with their craft - it reminded him of himself with his targets. Once he had been required to follow a man, remaining at a healthy distance, within the shadows, for a month solid. The journey had been a long one, one that required minimal feeding, little water, and zero entertainment.

The final kill had been exquisite for the effort.

It was obviously comparable to the woman before him. She was known to restart a project on the very last leg of the stretch, simply for a small imperfection. Very rarely people like they existed in a time when machines were known to do all of the work of a day to day life.

"Val, the other requested item has just arrived and is on its way up top." Terrence said after examining the MinCom when it beeped twice.

"Alright, well, Serra, take sure to be careful with this. Dont let others in on what it is, make sure to be careful, and add your finest touch to it if you can." Val said, turning to ready his departure, with a glance at Led he said, "Feel free to accompany us big man."

A grin returned as a quiet reply.

The trio then departed, making way once more to the lift. Silence encompassed them on the way upward. Once they left the elevator though, Led finally inquired of the material they were going to see - like Terrence, he instinctively knew when to wait for peace and calm. Having a crowded area during inquiry did not allow information to retain secrecy.

"Uller horn, " Valashu replied, "Ever heard of it?" After seeing the shaking of a head as reply, he continued, "Its a beast from kashyyk capable taking incredible kinetic damage with literally zero issues. But its in the bones and horn, not flesh, do it does bruise of course. Anyway.

"We will be alchemizing it into bits, retaining the effect. The end result will be it being added to the alloy from earlier. Which is known as Kinetix by us for now, as we wish to patent it." Val said.

"Two things, first, didn't that chick say she saw it before? How can you patent something already made? Second, what will that do? I mean, I get it, it will help get rid of physical power behind a blow, but I mean, why? Couldn't you simply add it to some cloth or something?" Led asked, rubbing his arm absent mindedly, likely as a habit that showed when confused.

"Well, technically its almost forgotten. The number of people, and evidence alike, that know of Kinetic Armor, is small. So, my hope is to take the make to the bank, and play it as the unknown - should someone voice knowledge, claim indifference, as well there being no known claim in archives." Val said, "And don't sweat it man, we were already thinking along those lines. We plan to combine the Horn, some Thermal Gel, and the Kinetix, all together during smelting. Then, using Instant Adhesive, we will bind the molecules together to make the effect harder to counter.

"Lastly we will make thin sheets, enough to counter the inertia, but not enough to be heavier than needed. This will be added to a bodyglove for use as under suit wear - a bodyglove, you ever hear of the term?"

Led nodded, and they all finally reached the door they sought.

WC: 905

 

[Matreya]

Valashu was the first to enter, and instantaneous reactions began; firstly he arched a brow high into the air, then he plugged his nose - surprisingly - before he continued in. Terrence outright gagged, while covering his mouth to hide from the vomit that threatened its way toward his mouth slash sinuses. Led, surprisingly only flinched before continuing on..

The room was dimmed, acrid miasmic air swirling about, with a large symbol shining with an odd luminosity in the center of the room, providing more than enough light to see by. Above the rune floated several large horns, each dripping with a purplish viscous fluid, similar in appearance to an off type of blood. Around the floating objects stood about a dozen men, each holding arms mid waist height, spread wide as if awaiting an embrace.

The surprising things firstly was a slow steady monotonous chanting, in a language the Kensûrai Archer - whom had done work in more than plenty places in not one, but two universes - was not even remotely aware of, let alone had ever heard, or could translate. Next being the smoke rising from matching four foot pillars behind each of the Alchemists. It was... awful was the simplest way to put it.

At their entrance, Smit detached himself silently from his position, and walked close. Holding a hand up, finger to his lips from the other, he clearly signaled to be as quiet as possibly could be achieved, "Meesta Bonkai, back again already I see." He whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Yep. Just wanting to come in, ya know see how things are going on this end of the project. The other end is going adequately as well... that is, it looks like this is all going smoothly..?" Val replied, ending his statement with a questioning tone.

"Oh," Smit said, then gestured loosely behind himself, "This? Its going smoothly. We are attempting to pause the effect the horn has, to which we will then break it down, before returning it to its capable standard. It should actually begin soon enough if you want to watch."

"You don't absolutely need to be in the group during these steps?" Val asked with a slight uprising of his brows, "Won't they need the best of them available?"

"Yes, but no just as well. I have done the ritual, I simply need them now to finish the energy input. Once they have done so, I will return after the break down step, to reapply the counter to the ritual, before letting them finish again." Smit said with a shrug.

Just then the light emitting from the symbol changed sharply. What was a plain silver light, bright though it was, some how got brighter while shifting to a deep blooded red. at this moment, still suspended lazily in mid air, the horns began to rotate slowly. Growing in speed until their rotations were almost a blur, before now starting with their own light creation - theirs a bright green, one Valashu felt he enjoyed for whatever reason.

Led was utterly transfixed, his mouth hanging wide open as he stared. Terrence was less shocked, yet still felt awe at such a display. Val long ago got used to the works of Alchemists and other Force crafters, so was hardly astonished. Smit, well, this was his job so it didn't even tickle his fancy in the slightest.

Before long though the lights faded, until they were gone. It took about six minutes to break the Uller horn down to fragments small enough to be helpful, before they once more began to ritual, this time in a separate way. Smit returned to the group, setting up chemicals, adding sigils to the area.

Soon enough the fragments rose, spun, emitted a cyan blue color - one Val felt less enthused about - before the job was finished. Taking the powder after it was placed into a small pouch that closed through drawn string, he gestured to Smit, "Thanks, I will be looking out for more work. Soon enough you will need a raise."

"If that's what ya think, sir, then do so!" The Alchemist bowed, offered a wave, then began congratulating the people left over in the group.

Walking alongside Led and Terrence as had been before entering the Forge to begin with, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the pouch. It was actually more than he had believed to be likely in the first batch. As it was, this amount, combined with five eighths more, well they would have a decent amount of the Kinetix Gel - he had just dubbed that himself, and actually rather enjoyed it. That combined with what they already had of the Kinetix Plates, multiplied by the thinness to which they would make each of the protective pieces of armor, equaled out to far more than initially planned.

Bleeding the elevator once more brewed a creepy silence from the trio. Of course it had to do with retaining the effect of disinterest. Yet at this point Valashu began to feel it was potentially due in part to the plans coming together.

"Val, the Thermal is on its way to the Blast Room A, alongside a hefty supply of Instant Adhesive." Terrence said, for the third time in a very short while, his MinCom once more in hand. Swiping around left, right, rotating, before typing briskly, Terr worked to let them know to await their arrival should the men get there before. However, upon entering, Valashu was surprised to find his delivery men - though they weren't actual delivery people, as they worked for Valashu, simply doing this as requested for the moment - showed directly behind them.

"Mr. Bonkai, welcome back. Would you like to see the alloy? Its been smelted, purified, rotated, and is ready for application." Serraphine said, then paused as she recognized there were now other ingredients involved.

"Thermal gel, Uller Horn - Alchemized to assist with the kinetic dampening - as well as Adhesive, all in the name of making our own intense armor. You think you can do the mixing?" Val asked, a grin playing at his face.

Before long the agents were being added together, while the binding agent went within as well. Letting the concoction cool, he stepped to the rear of the room, lighting up a cigarette, some what happy he never smoked much of the last, cause the excitement had needed a sound mind. Which wouldn't have been easy to afford with the Rokna blue racing through each synapse.

Sighing, he took a deep drag, holding onto the smoke, a smile playing at his lips. What could have taken some months to complete, had taken him only a few hours. Yeah he was lucky to have most of the items on hand, but still, to be able to say it had all fallen together that quickly?

It was awesome.

WC: 1,150
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TWC: 7,063