A Higher Calling

[Kyyrk]

OBJECTIVE: Meet with last minute appointment​

WEARING: This, Ciniel and Istatha​

TAGS: [member="Maria Savilia"]​

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Voph sat at his desk in the golden hall, cheek resting on his fist, which in turn rested on the arm of his chair. His golden armor shone in the dim evening light, black robe wrapped tightly around. His white mane of hair was pulled back to a strict ponytail behind him, and his mantle rested on the bridge of his nose. For all the world, Voph might have appeared to be asleep. But, his staff knew very well that he was listening intently, in spite of how bored briefings like this made him.

Voph had always been a man of action, not words. So summary after summary of the various political states of the regions of Vylmira wasn't the man's idea of an exhilarating night. But, it was a necessary evil of his job. There was one saving grace when the blue shimmering figure of Darcy sprang to life on Voph's desk. "Someone to see you, boss. Local, judging by her travel plans."

Voph arched a brow, looking at the hologram for a moment, then over to the advisors. "And?"

"Says she's got a proposal for you." Voph sighed quietly, rubbing his empty eye sockets. On the one hand, it was late, he was ready to retire to his personal life, or what little shred of existence counted as personal life. On the other hand, it would cut this meeting short. He sat up in his chair a little straighter, then stood, nodding to the advisors. "Gentlemen, we can resume this tomorrow. I wish to hear what my visitor has to offer."

Voph reached across and adjusted his left gauntlet, a habit he'd never truly freed himself of, even if the robotic limb that had once caused him such discomfort had been replaced. The long jagged scar across his face twisted as he smiled aimlessly at the memory. But now was a time for the present. Voph turned towards the door as a small figure approached. Before a hand could be raised to knock on the door, Voph called out in his deep, booming imperial accent, "Come."

Hands clasped at the small of his back as the armored titan walked around the desk. He wore the armor like a second skin, and it fit him such that it was hard to imagine him in anything else. But the mountain of a man hardly looked as though he needed it, what with the twin lightsabers hanging at his waist. His head raised towards the door, and a polite smile adorned his face as his visitor entered the room. A hand moved to gesture to a chair at the appropriate time, preceded by a bow of greeting. "Welcome to Vylmira, young one. I am High Councilor Voph, Admiral of the Octarchy Covenant and Warden of the Knights Obsidian. Please, have a seat. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, miss...?"

 

[Maria Savilia]

Tags - [member="Voph"]​

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It wouldn't be fair to call Maria someone who was always nervous however.. this was her first 'interview' in a job format, and the chills of a normal interview were seeping in. She always saw the CIS, as a strong and stable sign of peace in her part of the galaxy being a native of naboo.. as ironic as that is. So with this opportunity at hand she knew she had to take it up, it might've been her only chance to find work with her educational status in this galaxy.

Nevertheless, as Maria made her way into the room, dressed in a very expensive dress which.. complimented her figure quite well, she shakes off the chills - feeling somewhat out of place as she was used to being in a lab coat and slacks in a scientific lab, and wasn't used to being all dressed up and preparing herself to meet maybe one of the most important people she'd ever meet in her life, however, she was selling herself short. She thought to herself that she got this, of course hyping herself up and telling herself that its gonna go by like a cake walk.

As She walked into the room as the door opened up, she smiled with a warm look on her face toward Voph, slightly bowing in respect and taking her seat in the chair. "Hello sir, Its a pleasure to meet you.. I'm Maria Sintaro Savillia, However.. Maria is fine, I'm a Doctorate student at the Royal University of Naboo studying Nanotechnology." She paused slightly for a small bit, taking a breath and showing that she was.. slightly nervous about this exchange.

"I uh- Came with a bit of a proposal." Before continuing on she placed a datapad on the table, and moved it over to Voph, on the datapad was her resume and the project she is working on. On the project file which was simply named 'Clean Up', was a new form of nanotechnology based around making cheap however above average quality clothing for poor and in impoverished civilians in the galaxy via re purposing their trash's molecules into synthetic polymers for clothes. While still in R&D.. the project also has another use if.. thought about - battlefield armor repairs via shrapnel and battlefield trash.

"As you can see, here is my project I'm currently working on.. currently at the Royal University, my work is going nowhere as - they simply don't have the needed resources to continued my project." She'd frown however look back up to Voph with a hopeful look. "I did some basic research on VTI and, was.. wondering if, I could help in working here, and in return - use the labs at hand to continued my work on the project." She'd smile to Voph, knowing what she was asking was a tad blunt in what it was.

 

[Kyyrk]

OBJECTIVE: Meet with last minute appointment​

WEARING: This, Ciniel and Istatha​

TAGS: [member="Maria Savilia"]​

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Voph turned to take his seat again behind the desk as introductions were made, the smile slowly leaving his face for a more expectant look. The girl's heart was racing, and Voph could tell beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was nervous. As he sat back in his chair, his hands steepled in front of him. A proposal. As much he had been told. Voph's brow arched behind his blindfold. Whether Maria would notice or not, he was not particularly impressed by her choice of clothing. After all, what use is beauty to the blind?

Voph's head tilted only slightly as the datapad was placed upon the table. Nanotech reconstitution technology. Not...entirely foreign to him, particularly given the vest worn under his armor at this very moment. The application was different than his usual mode of operation. But not something he hadn't considered in the past. Voph picked up the datapad as the girl continued speaking. He looked it over for a moment, then placed the datapad back on the table. His blindfold turned to stare more or less at the girl's eyes. "Reconstitution technology is always a safe bet. Particularly for students. I'll admit you've done impressive work on this, to be sure. Though I am...bemused, shall we say, that the university is not willing to fund a venture such as this."

Voph pulled out his own datapad, and tapped a button or two, seeming to have forgotten about Maria entirely as he poked at the device in his hands. But after a moment he looked back up as a Holographic display activated on the desk. "That being said, we could certainly assist you in the finalization of this project. I dabbled in such a venture myself a few...well, shall we say well before you were born." An odd statement from Voph as, in spite of his white hair, and the jagged scar adorning his face, he did not appear to be more than a few years older than Maria. The hologram in question displayed a three dimensional schematic, labeled simply "Mark Seven."

A suit of armor, skeletal and formidable, looking like something even the most fearsome of Sith Zealots would think twice about crossing. "I had intended to implement such a technology in this particular armor, but alas, war beset us, and I was never able to begin production. Nanotechnology was a rarity in those days, at the least, so we could not afford to squander such a valuable resource on things such as armor." For a fleeting moment, Voph wondered if Maria had ever read of the old wars in her history textbooks. "But, I'm more curious to the practical applications of this. Have you been able to produce a working prototype?"

 

[Maria Savilia]

Tags - [member="Voph"]​

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Maria listened into voph with interest in her face, as he continued on she felt more comfortable in his presence hearing that he seemed.. interested in her project, which was somewhat of a joyful thing to know as she came in fearful that this project was a lost cause. "I was a bit surprised when I learned that the University wasn't going to help fund my project, however after a small raid on the facility by pirates and budget cuts - one thing came after another and.. my work's funding was being cut by three quarters." She frowned as she told this to voph, recollecting on the sad moment when the paperwork arrived from the University.

Nevertheless, she looked back up to Voph, resuming her smile as she looked optimistic about Voph's curiosity and intrigue about her work. Likewise, she jumped up as he asked the question if she had a prototype at hand at the moment. While, not being the most practical prototype it was one nonetheless.

"Well.. to answer your question, why yes I do - the dress I'm currently wearing is a prototype. Of course in the future I plan on making it so the clothes forms to the wearers neural desire via a spinal or neural implant rather than by external change, Its still in a prototype form. Likewise, to demonstrate it." In that moment she'd pull out a wrist uplink which was connected to the nanotech, and begin toying around with it. After finalizing the procedure the dress on her would form into a shirt and shorts, then into a bodysuit worn by some soldiers, then into her typical labcoat.

"Of course those are the options I've planned so far, however, the sky is the limit with this technology - along with that, its 'fuel' is garbage and trash which can help in cleaning up cities" She finished off by changing the labcoat back to her dress and with that took her seat once more.

 

[Kyyrk]

OBJECTIVE: Meet with last minute appointment​

WEARING: This, Ciniel and Istatha​

TAGS: [member="Maria Savilia"]​

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Voph's brows rose at the display of the dress morphing to other forms. He was quiet for a moment before leaning back in his chair. "Fascinating." Voph's brow knit together for a moment, as though something she said confused him. He did not pose a question though. Not everyone was given to relying on their natural talents like he was. So it would be natural that she would seek alternatives, particularly for those not granted the Force. Voph stood, tapping another button on his datapad to deactivate the hologram of the "Mark VII." "I think we could find use for someone of your skill. It is rare to be graced by young minds."

Voph stepped to the side of his table, and gestured towards a cabinet along the wall that slowly began to open. Voph turned back to look at Maria. "My goals with Vylmiran Technological Industries are simple. And they are goals that I would hope you can agree to. We are to keep our tests ethical, and legal within the confines of the Confederacy. Given my own history, I'll not lecture you on morality. Just ask that the ends justify the means. And understand that if you break the above two rules, you answer to me."

The cabinet locked into place as a suit of armor was revealed. It was...similar to the hologram Maria had just seen, but...it looked far more impressive in person. Sleeker, more polished. A number of design flaws had been corrected, and additions had been made. The armor struck a striking image, with two massive spikes protruding from the shoulders, and a skeletal mask leering at them from underneath a black hood. Voph turned to look at the armor for a moment, and folded his arms over his chest. "VTI started as an idea. A project, if you will. And so far...I would say it has served its purpose well."

Voph fell silent for a moment, then turned his attention back to Maria. "Four Wars, countless battles, sixty decades, and it is still the greatest creation I have made. Perhaps the perfect suit of armor, tested across numerous battlefields." Voph held up a finger for emphasis. "And yet, I cannot escape the desire to see VTI evolve into something greater. A force that would move the galaxy to a tomorrow where that," He pointed at the suit of armor, "Is not necessary. So what say you? I offer you a chance to join VTI as a consultant for Nanotechnology and any associated projects, along with a decent salary and living space here on Vylmira. All I ask in return is your dedication and commitment to helping us create a world without wars."

 

[Maria Savilia]

Tags - [member="Voph"]
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Maria examined the sleek and polished armor as it was brought out for viewing, admiring the detail and what must've been years - decades, of R&D time to perfect such a beauty of a piece, while, of course Maria was not fan of war being a major pacifist and major supporter of anti-war policies - she knew what was necessary, and from what she was seeing, this piece of scientific art was something that could help prevent more death.

Nevertheless, as the showcase came to an end and Voph's proposition was revealed, her eyes widened, she came thinking she was most likely going to be shot down in some way.. so.. for her to be given such a position, wow, is all that could process in her mind at that very moment. Forget her lab on naboo, this was her calling and her great new step into the future.

"I- I- I don't know what to say" She cut herself off before she made herself sound stupid as she was in pure shock of joy. "Yes! For sure yes, of- of course I'll come work, if you give me the chance to make this galaxy a better place, I'll do it for free, however, the fact you are paying is a cherry on top.." She wiped away a quick tear of joy as she was still puzzled on if this was a dream or not.

"I have about a million ideas on how to improve the quality of life in this galaxy - and knowing now that you will offer me a chance to bring those dreams and journal entries to life is, fantastic news." She continued to keep the smile on her face, being as happy as can be about this news at hand.

 

[Kyyrk]

OBJECTIVE: Meet with last minute appointment​

WEARING: This, Ciniel and Istatha​

TAGS: [member="Maria Savilia"]​

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Voph folded his arms over his chest as he watched Maria react to his proposal. The light in her eyes, the sheer excitement. Voph smiled, amused at the delight the girl was displaying. But it soured. He was sad about something. Voph nodded in agreement with her sentiment to make the galaxy a better place, looking off at a corner of the room. A distinctly human mannerism, he couldn't bring himself to look at her. "It pleases me that you are so enthusiastic. Forgive an old man his sorrows, by the by. You...remind me of my son." Voph smiled again, finally working up the nerve to look at the girl again. And in that moment, he asked himself: What had happened to him?

Emotion had been dead and buried. Nothing but rage and agony at his beck and call, a void so expertly centered that many believed him incapable of emotion. But now...Something had changed. And Voph couldn't help but wonder if it was for the better. "Cortrin thought the same as you did. So eager to make a difference. He never did understand why I wouldn't let him fight at my side during the war. But there was always the future to think about. When it was all said and done, someone would need to lead them into the next great era."

Voph gestured to a portrait on the wall behind Maria. In it, a young man, no older than Maria herself, stood poised for action, his brilliant Sapphire Lightsaber held proudly aloft, his crimson battle armor gleaming in a non-existent light. A visor rested upon his face, an elegant piece that helped correct the sight of Miralukan half-breeds. Whoever his mother was, she hadn't been Miraluka. "I would like to think he made an excellent leader. But alas, I never learned of his fate." Voph fell silent again, reminiscing on the past. "Times were different back then. And while I have no doubt that you would gladly work for free...you need the means to support yourself. I've seen to many wandering the streets. Fighting over scraps of food that even the dogs would not eat. And I would never willingly ask someone to live like that. Never again."

 

[Maria Savilia]

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As Maria listened into Voph, going more and more into detail about his.. previous life, she looked down, feeling sorrow for the older man - however, confusion over some details. Likewise, she wasn't going to ask as he did seem to look, remorseful about his possibly passed son. Nevertheless she looked up and smiled to voph as he began finishing up, of course trying to come of as positive as she could in the light of the somewhat drought tone that was before.

"Thank you sir.. I will accept the.. money too of course, However, that will not cloud my work ethnic for this project that I'm passionate for" She continued smiling and spoke confidently about the subject, reassuring her point that she was ready to love and care for her anything she worked on.

"I - I promise to you, that.. the same enthusiasm that your son had, is what I'll have for the rest of my life - my whole goal in life is to simply improve the lives of everyone in this galaxy, and.. thats something that will always stay the same." She smiled to him, hoping to once again really reassure the factor about her passion about the subject.