This Would Take Effort

[Jeron Verity]

[member="Graaf Zalec"]



It seemed the GOMM Industrial was being contacted for some kind of personal armor, although it was unknown how the word got out of its existence. But it wasn't as if it was attempted to be kept secret, so it didn't put Galven off too much. He started up Holo communications with the individual in question and see what he was interested in. Something told Galven that this job would take a little more effort, but a contract is a contract.

 

[Boggo Flib]

Taking a break from surgical crap Dr.Zalec opened his private fridge taking out a 3 inch thick steak and slapped it on his metal desk. His black eyes scanned over the piece of meat slowly. Oh man this was going to be good. Slowly picked up his lunch but before he could eat his assistant knocked on his office door. " Mmmm... Um. What is it!?" He asked confused. The karkardon tilted his large head some waiting.

" Call from a Galven Solomon on line 5 Dr.Zalec." The assistant mentioned briefly and as soon as he arrived she left. Graaf paused some trying to remember who Galven was and then it clicked.. Or at least somewhat. Laying the large steak down Graaf answered the Holo Call and with big smile karkardon smile on his face.

" Mr. Solomon I thought you had a appointment last week. How can I help you today?" Graaf asked hoping that this Galven Solomon was the right person he was thinking of. Hopefully he wasn't going to embarrass himself again.

[member="Galven Solomon"]

 

[Jeron Verity]

[member="Graaf Zalec"]


Apparently some receptionist or secretary had picked up the phone, and after some explaining and a long drawn out conversation of who are you, why are you calling, how did you get this number, he was eventually put on hold. Galven was sitting at his desk, tapping his fingers away on it as he decided to lean back. He sighed, his face being a little stressed as he thought to himself, eventually shrugging it all away. Thankfully, eventually, the individual answered and Galven had to listen to something that he had to focus in on to understand, who... or what, was he talking to.

"Uh, hello there. Mister Zalec, uh, Graaf, I presume? No, um... did -- oh, I understand. This is all a misunderstanding," he continued, giving a chuckle and he reached his hand up, the thumb and index finger scrunching together against his forehead. "My people tell me, I'm sorry. I'm Galven, owner of GOMM Industrial, my people told me you may have wanted us to make you some armor? I'm calling you to see about more information."

 

[Boggo Flib]

Dr. Zalec looked around his office as he realized that Galven was not a patient. " Ah GOMM yes! Im sorry I see alot of faces and..." Graaf paused and took a massive bite out of his 3 inch raw steak. Chewing rather loud he hummed and let his eyes roll as he enjoyed the flavor. " This is so good! *Munch Munch* OK! What kind of info do you need for the amror?" He asked as he continued to chew his food.

[member="Galven Solomon"]

 

[Jeron Verity]

[member="Graaf Zalec"]


Galven raised a brow as he realized what he heard, a little confused. "Well, it would be easier to make this armor for you if you could give us specifications. Is it just for the torso, will it have the arms and legs? Oh and, for obvious reason, I will need to know who this is for and what species. We will need to be able to get this to fit whoever is going to wear it, correct?" Galven asked, propping his legs up on his desk and crossing them.