[member="Liam Ettagar"] [member="Gir Quee"]
Denon Stahl Arms Testing Facility
Today was quite the exciting day for the company. The Republic Grand Admiral Gir Quee himself was coming to today's demonstration of the new N7-STA Armor. His rank and the specifications of this equipment didn't align exactly. The armor was not made for space and its practical use for naval personnel was simply not there. In reality though it would see itself aboard Republic ships when soldiers wearing it would be transported between worlds. So his opinion, one which Macharius already held in respect for the officer, would be not only valid, but wanted.
Macharius walked into the testing room. This section was more a firing range than anything. Away from the labs and more delicate equipment they used. It was larger than a normal range. The ceilings were a good thirty feet high, and the end was a large slope of gravel and dirt to absorb all the rounds that would be fired. The walls were also reinforced with plating to keep everything contained. This wasn't purpose built, but re-purposed to suit the needs they had. Stahl Arms wasn't a mega corporation yet that can just throw money to build shiny and new buildings because they wanted to. Practicality was also something Macharius valued, so the company did too.
Several workers were fitting up prototypes to some testing droids. A moving target was more fun to shoot, and it would be able to show up the flexibility N7 was made for. Mach hobbled along with his cane, still working off his prior injury. He stopped at a table with weaponry laid out for today's tests. Slugthrowers, blasters, grenades. Even a rocket launcher if they felt like seeing a suit wrecked to see the results. Mach picked up a small blaster, one he'd never seen and curiosity compelled him to look it over. It would also eat up some time while technicians jabbered to him and waste time for the participants to show up.
Denon Stahl Arms Testing Facility
Today was quite the exciting day for the company. The Republic Grand Admiral Gir Quee himself was coming to today's demonstration of the new N7-STA Armor. His rank and the specifications of this equipment didn't align exactly. The armor was not made for space and its practical use for naval personnel was simply not there. In reality though it would see itself aboard Republic ships when soldiers wearing it would be transported between worlds. So his opinion, one which Macharius already held in respect for the officer, would be not only valid, but wanted.
Macharius walked into the testing room. This section was more a firing range than anything. Away from the labs and more delicate equipment they used. It was larger than a normal range. The ceilings were a good thirty feet high, and the end was a large slope of gravel and dirt to absorb all the rounds that would be fired. The walls were also reinforced with plating to keep everything contained. This wasn't purpose built, but re-purposed to suit the needs they had. Stahl Arms wasn't a mega corporation yet that can just throw money to build shiny and new buildings because they wanted to. Practicality was also something Macharius valued, so the company did too.
Several workers were fitting up prototypes to some testing droids. A moving target was more fun to shoot, and it would be able to show up the flexibility N7 was made for. Mach hobbled along with his cane, still working off his prior injury. He stopped at a table with weaponry laid out for today's tests. Slugthrowers, blasters, grenades. Even a rocket launcher if they felt like seeing a suit wrecked to see the results. Mach picked up a small blaster, one he'd never seen and curiosity compelled him to look it over. It would also eat up some time while technicians jabbered to him and waste time for the participants to show up.