Alndys
Mercenary, Artist.
Blas-Tech Towers
Research & Development Labs
Late Afternoon
The sounds of his dress shoes against the durasteel floor was jarring in the empty space, and the lack of noise coming from the labs around him was an indicator at the hour. All the work stations that should have been occupied, were quite devoid of any activity. Their day's were ending, and his was just now partially winding down. His poor fitting suit clashed a little with his shoes, and his glasses appeared to be slightly askew as his soles carried him through the area. Out of place like a Sith in the middle of the Jedi Temple, his awkward cadence of steps hinted at the poor grace with which he always exhibited. Being a CEO had done little to change him, if it weren't for his keen mind, he'd be nothing more than a pen pusher behind a desk at most the rest of his life. Fate had different plans, and on this day he was down in the bowels of his company's headquarters on a mission.
The Tartoros Alpha-Line was in production, and selling quite well.
Coming to a rest at the door, he heard the noise that had attracted him. His other senses, and the video footage from the security footage had said the same thing. @Tara Lasood was still busily toiling away, working despite the hour. Cade had thought she was kidding when they had first met on Dantooine. That her art came before everything, and she had not lied to him at all in fact. Tara had eschewed the comforts that her new found riches had provided her, and she wasn't out celebrating with the rest of the team she had assembled. Instead, he could hear her hydro-spanner working feverishly to improve whatever she was working on. The four-and-a-half meter tall behemoths that filled the room made her look quite small, but the man that had left his post knew better.
Her personality made her the most fearsome thing in the room.
Stopping once more, a comfortable distance away. He raised a hand, to no one, he chided himself. She couldn't see the futile gesture to get his attention, and the sound of her work overwhelmed his cautious steps. Placing his hands back down by his sides, he crossed them behind his back and braved a few more steps. Another set of tools were knocked over, but with a speed and grace she never would see, he caught them and replaced them in a blur of motion. The facade settled back over him, and the confidence in the motion was gone. Cade Lee had returned, and his diminutive voice finally announced his presence.
"A-are you still working on this beautiful creation?" Emboldened by finally speaking, he made a half circle while coming closer. Leaning against the one customizable arm on the creation, he looked down at her in her lab coat and black attire as she worked. "You know the board and all your employees are out cel-celebrating the success of the Tartoros right? I just left the final meeting of the day. Do you have any plans to celebrate your fin-fine work Ms. La-Lasood?"
@Cade Lee
Tara spun abruptly, bringing up a hydrospanner in self-defense to bludgeon whoever had said her name. Truth be told, as absorbed as she was in her work, she hadn't even heard Cade until he'd addressed her by name - and it took the engineer a moment to lower the tool and process his question.
The hydrospanner clanked into a small tray as she brushed her hair back, quickly covering up the intensity and passion that went into her work with the same distant disdain with which she addressed nearly everyone. Tara Lasood, her team had found, was not an easy woman to work for. Her hours were grueling, to match her high expectations. Everything had to be completed within her specifications, to her design, and a brutal dressing-down - or in one case, abrupt termination - awaited any staff with the audacity to question her orders. Experienced, seasoned engineers at the tops of their respective fields did not take well to being treated like clumsy interns by a woman typically many years their junior. But kark their pride; Tara had been promised full creative control and funding in exchange for her work, and she meant to exercise one to produce the other.
The wall went up, regardless. Tara pulled a cigarette from the case resting in the breast pocket of her coat, and lit up - as good a time to take a break as any, right? "I do not see the point in celebrating. We did our jobs. What was expected of us." Tara said absently, though a degree of disdain crept into her voice. "Why should we pat ourselves on the back for doing what we have been paid to do?"
Truthfully, she had considered going along just for the tension relief - but she'd been a woman on a mission during the entirety of the Tartorus project. Tara worked herself to the bone not because it was simply her job; her father had just died. Or, rather, she had just found out about it. Working on his dream, making it more of a reality than he ever could have, was her ay of apologizing for the hundreds of arguments, the sleepless nights, the years of tuition. Perhaps it was self-aggrandizing, perhaps it was punishment. But with a wrench in her hand and mechs to build, Tara felt closer to her father than she ever had growing up.
Tara turned back to the Tartorus she'd been working on. It stood proudly next to the Lapetus - both the first of their lines. She climbed nimbly up the Mech's armored hide and pulled a control panel out from between plates of durasteel. "However, I am glad they are selling well. This bodes well for your business plans, Cade Lee." She complimented as something of an afterthought, perching a couple of meters up with a cigarette between her lips and the guts of a mechanical monster's arm in her hands.
A Lasood's natural environment.
Research & Development Labs
Late Afternoon
The sounds of his dress shoes against the durasteel floor was jarring in the empty space, and the lack of noise coming from the labs around him was an indicator at the hour. All the work stations that should have been occupied, were quite devoid of any activity. Their day's were ending, and his was just now partially winding down. His poor fitting suit clashed a little with his shoes, and his glasses appeared to be slightly askew as his soles carried him through the area. Out of place like a Sith in the middle of the Jedi Temple, his awkward cadence of steps hinted at the poor grace with which he always exhibited. Being a CEO had done little to change him, if it weren't for his keen mind, he'd be nothing more than a pen pusher behind a desk at most the rest of his life. Fate had different plans, and on this day he was down in the bowels of his company's headquarters on a mission.
The Tartoros Alpha-Line was in production, and selling quite well.
Coming to a rest at the door, he heard the noise that had attracted him. His other senses, and the video footage from the security footage had said the same thing. @Tara Lasood was still busily toiling away, working despite the hour. Cade had thought she was kidding when they had first met on Dantooine. That her art came before everything, and she had not lied to him at all in fact. Tara had eschewed the comforts that her new found riches had provided her, and she wasn't out celebrating with the rest of the team she had assembled. Instead, he could hear her hydro-spanner working feverishly to improve whatever she was working on. The four-and-a-half meter tall behemoths that filled the room made her look quite small, but the man that had left his post knew better.
Her personality made her the most fearsome thing in the room.
Stopping once more, a comfortable distance away. He raised a hand, to no one, he chided himself. She couldn't see the futile gesture to get his attention, and the sound of her work overwhelmed his cautious steps. Placing his hands back down by his sides, he crossed them behind his back and braved a few more steps. Another set of tools were knocked over, but with a speed and grace she never would see, he caught them and replaced them in a blur of motion. The facade settled back over him, and the confidence in the motion was gone. Cade Lee had returned, and his diminutive voice finally announced his presence.
"A-are you still working on this beautiful creation?" Emboldened by finally speaking, he made a half circle while coming closer. Leaning against the one customizable arm on the creation, he looked down at her in her lab coat and black attire as she worked. "You know the board and all your employees are out cel-celebrating the success of the Tartoros right? I just left the final meeting of the day. Do you have any plans to celebrate your fin-fine work Ms. La-Lasood?"
@Cade Lee
Tara spun abruptly, bringing up a hydrospanner in self-defense to bludgeon whoever had said her name. Truth be told, as absorbed as she was in her work, she hadn't even heard Cade until he'd addressed her by name - and it took the engineer a moment to lower the tool and process his question.
The hydrospanner clanked into a small tray as she brushed her hair back, quickly covering up the intensity and passion that went into her work with the same distant disdain with which she addressed nearly everyone. Tara Lasood, her team had found, was not an easy woman to work for. Her hours were grueling, to match her high expectations. Everything had to be completed within her specifications, to her design, and a brutal dressing-down - or in one case, abrupt termination - awaited any staff with the audacity to question her orders. Experienced, seasoned engineers at the tops of their respective fields did not take well to being treated like clumsy interns by a woman typically many years their junior. But kark their pride; Tara had been promised full creative control and funding in exchange for her work, and she meant to exercise one to produce the other.
The wall went up, regardless. Tara pulled a cigarette from the case resting in the breast pocket of her coat, and lit up - as good a time to take a break as any, right? "I do not see the point in celebrating. We did our jobs. What was expected of us." Tara said absently, though a degree of disdain crept into her voice. "Why should we pat ourselves on the back for doing what we have been paid to do?"
Truthfully, she had considered going along just for the tension relief - but she'd been a woman on a mission during the entirety of the Tartorus project. Tara worked herself to the bone not because it was simply her job; her father had just died. Or, rather, she had just found out about it. Working on his dream, making it more of a reality than he ever could have, was her ay of apologizing for the hundreds of arguments, the sleepless nights, the years of tuition. Perhaps it was self-aggrandizing, perhaps it was punishment. But with a wrench in her hand and mechs to build, Tara felt closer to her father than she ever had growing up.
Tara turned back to the Tartorus she'd been working on. It stood proudly next to the Lapetus - both the first of their lines. She climbed nimbly up the Mech's armored hide and pulled a control panel out from between plates of durasteel. "However, I am glad they are selling well. This bodes well for your business plans, Cade Lee." She complimented as something of an afterthought, perching a couple of meters up with a cigarette between her lips and the guts of a mechanical monster's arm in her hands.
A Lasood's natural environment.