Popo
I'm Sexy and I Know It
He'd not been to Roche in a long time. It had been a small number of years, at best, since he'd last seen the system, much less seen the mining facility he owned on one of the asteroids. With the coming projects set for Tenloss to reveal in the near future, he found himself returning to the Roche system for a very important reason.
The newest tank in development, the AAV-M1, was nearing the end of its development within Tenloss R&D. The original design called for thick layers of matrix armor, a type of material designed to protect starships in the far flung past. The problem was that the armor was difficult to install and manufacture to the specifications set by the design parameters. Popo had taken one look at the schematics and plans before realizing that the entire process could be avoided by one simple change. If the design swapped matrix armor for phrik, the manufacturing process became much simpler both in production and assembly.
Popo had taken the initiative and ordered the redesign and altered the chassis somewhat further. Initially a basic hull composed of various sections, he'd replaced the entire chassis with what could only be called an armored bathtub. The design was functional and the prototype, non-phrik vehicle had performed well in trials. As such, it was now up to the retrieval of the phrikite ore to fully organize the changes put in place.
As the shuttle touched down on the mining facilities' landing pad, Popo realized that he was one step closer to achieving the goals set forth by himself. He allowed himself a moment of quiet thought while the pilot powered the transport down and the Hutt took a last sip of the wine in his hand before setting the glass down and moving to the ramp. There was work to be done.
He slid down to the deck plating and met the head foreman of the facility with a polite nod. He knew that usually most people shook hands and other tokens of greeting, but Popo knew there was a distinct difference in size and scale between himself and the human waiting for him. Rather than enveloping the man's arm in his hand, he knew a token gesture was sufficient.
"Mr. Wylst, I'm glad you could meet me in person," rumbled the Hutt as the two made their way towards the facility itself. "I'm sure you're quite busy, though, with the order we've put through. I apologize if I've interrupted anything important for the day."
"Not at all, sir," said the foreman as he pushed his spectacles back up on his nose. In an age where vision correction was simple, quick, and exceptionally cheap the man was a sort of anachronism. Bespectacled and sporting graying hair, the man looked more like an academy professor in work clothes. "We've managed to adjust production towards the new project as requested. In fact, we've been operating at base levels of production simply because the lack of phrikite ore needed by the company, so increasing our output requirements has, if anything, brought the facility up towards maximum output efficiency rather than strain the facility itself."
The newest tank in development, the AAV-M1, was nearing the end of its development within Tenloss R&D. The original design called for thick layers of matrix armor, a type of material designed to protect starships in the far flung past. The problem was that the armor was difficult to install and manufacture to the specifications set by the design parameters. Popo had taken one look at the schematics and plans before realizing that the entire process could be avoided by one simple change. If the design swapped matrix armor for phrik, the manufacturing process became much simpler both in production and assembly.
Popo had taken the initiative and ordered the redesign and altered the chassis somewhat further. Initially a basic hull composed of various sections, he'd replaced the entire chassis with what could only be called an armored bathtub. The design was functional and the prototype, non-phrik vehicle had performed well in trials. As such, it was now up to the retrieval of the phrikite ore to fully organize the changes put in place.
As the shuttle touched down on the mining facilities' landing pad, Popo realized that he was one step closer to achieving the goals set forth by himself. He allowed himself a moment of quiet thought while the pilot powered the transport down and the Hutt took a last sip of the wine in his hand before setting the glass down and moving to the ramp. There was work to be done.
He slid down to the deck plating and met the head foreman of the facility with a polite nod. He knew that usually most people shook hands and other tokens of greeting, but Popo knew there was a distinct difference in size and scale between himself and the human waiting for him. Rather than enveloping the man's arm in his hand, he knew a token gesture was sufficient.
"Mr. Wylst, I'm glad you could meet me in person," rumbled the Hutt as the two made their way towards the facility itself. "I'm sure you're quite busy, though, with the order we've put through. I apologize if I've interrupted anything important for the day."
"Not at all, sir," said the foreman as he pushed his spectacles back up on his nose. In an age where vision correction was simple, quick, and exceptionally cheap the man was a sort of anachronism. Bespectacled and sporting graying hair, the man looked more like an academy professor in work clothes. "We've managed to adjust production towards the new project as requested. In fact, we've been operating at base levels of production simply because the lack of phrikite ore needed by the company, so increasing our output requirements has, if anything, brought the facility up towards maximum output efficiency rather than strain the facility itself."