Eva 'Skuld' Stark
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 10, 2019
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Outer Rim Territories
Mustafar
Mjolnir Space Station
15:06
Tagal Saxon and Skuld Stark were officially in business. Between arms-making and research into armor development, the forge had hardly been allowed to cool between projects. Skuld had been researching into alternate designs for more efficient M-wing fighters and deep space research ships, but slowly began to lose inspiration as time grew on. It had been a few months since she and Tagal had made a fateful meeting to dig up remains and go on an adventure with many twists.
She sat cross-legged on the new rubberized floor, dressed in her standard outfit of a work-out pair of leggings, loose synthweave top and boots, long black hair braided back.
She had been typing out steadily for hours now, waiting until Tagal would pause to speak up. They were researching into plausible armor functions beyond the standard, and to call it a dead end would be putting it mildly. Most of the options by standard companies were either basic and cheaply made, or simply not worth the time.
She blew out a sigh, stretching and feeling every bone snap in her spine. A soft groan accompanied as she slowly rolled upright, her voice pitched to be heard over his work.
"We need to try something else, ja?" She spoke up, one hand on her hip. Perhaps he had better ideas, but the Deuc was running out of those, and patience. She had the latter in spades... just not today.
Afterwards, perhaps they both should take a vacation. But until then... business. A way to expand Blackwell, and the company's creative ideals.
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