Rusty was familiar with human concepts of modesty. Though years spent living in the confines of the
Wicked Grace had somewhat eroded the boundaries between the Captain and him, she had taken care to drill into his head what was considered appropriate and what wasn't. With that in mind, he had invested in a portable scanner that could take precise measurements even through light clothing without requiring physical contact. It only took him a moment to scan front, back, and sides. The data was fed into a computer program that would accurately model the customer down to the millimeter. He learned the hard way not to display the model unless asked; early on a customer had taken umbrage with the rather stark and unflattering portrayal of their body. Once that was done, he motioned for the customer to get dressed and set about programming the machine that would fabricate the bodysuit.
"It's important that the bodysuit be skintight. Not only is it what's going to contain the climate control equipment and the like, it's pretty effective armor all by itself. I make it out of a material called
spidersilk elastex. In case you're wondering, I'm making the armor out of two separate pieces rather than just using the stuff as a liner because it's a lot harder to conduct maintenance on the electronics when the lining is near impossible to cut without special equipment. I
could build in access points, but access points are weaknesses. Also, it cuts down on chafing when you do it like this."
Once the measurements where in the computer, Rusty fed in the specs for the armor.
"When it's fitted properly, the bodysuit won't move around or anything. It breathes a bit, which I'm told is nice, but it'll be secure. The armor itself will also be tight. Not restrictive by any means, but it'll fit like a second skin. Takes some getting used to, but once you get by the initial weirdness, I'm told it's pretty comfortable."
The orders were placed for both the spidersilk elastex and the asheran armorweave at this point. It would take a couple days for them to arrive, but it would be well worth the weight.
He had already anticipated the customer's request to test fire the binary firing system. It was still new enough that not many people knew what it was actually like, so he had a rifle built already. Outwardly, it was a standard M4 with an aimpoint optic. The Shard grabbed the rifle and a handful of magazines and led the customer to the firing range.
Past experience had told him that there was a fine line between educating and embarrassing the customer. There had been issues in the past where he assumed the customer knew nothing and inadvertently insulted their intelligence, and he'd also assumed others knew what they were doing and handed them a weapon they didn't know how to use. To be on the safe side, he methodically went through the process of loading the weapon and chambering a round, all under the guise of assuring the presumed Sith that it worked just like a normal AR style weapon. He was careful not to be condescending, or overly flattering for that matter.
If she knew what she was doing, it would be a bit tedious but would come across as a sales pitch. If she didn't, it would be educational. Either way, he avoided causing trouble. Hopefully.
"Once the weapon is loaded, the selector switch will function just like it would on any other weapon. Semi will fire one round every time the trigger is pulled, as usual. When you switch it to binary, however..."
Suiting actions to words, Rusty flipped the selector switch to binary and squeezed the trigger.
"You get a round when the trigger is pulled and another-" he released the trigger, and the weapon fired a second time- "when it's released. You can hold off on that second round as long as you like, or you can let them both fire off quickly."
To demonstrate, he fired three more slow, controlled pairs into the paper target fifteen meters away. After that, he slowly increased the rate of fire, until by the last three rounds, it was indistinguishable from a fully automatic weapon. He had purposely altered his point of aim ever so slightly, so as to demonstrate the tight grouping of the pairs. The center of the target was littered with double holes where the bullets had impacted one after the other, in almost exactly the same place.
Once the bolt locked to the rear, he dropped the magazine, slid a fresh one into the well, and let the bolt ride forward before handing it to the customer.
"Take as much time as you'd like to get familiar. Ammo's on the house, and I've got plenty of 5.56, so blast away."
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