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162: She had a bin open with all the different materials in front of her, some of them deformed and some still full of bullets but all intact. She sighed and went to sip her coffee, but found it was empty, “Aw man….”
002: The man was walking around the workshop to see how everyone was doing on their current jobs and seeing if he could help them with sound boarding or giving idea options. He hummed a small tune that came over the workshops radio, played just loud enough to be enjoyed but easily drowned out by a person’s own persona headphones. The engineer in the workshop encouraged a calm but creative environment in the workshop with making it very clear the hackers that they were not to try to mess with the radio or they would risk getting locked inside a bathroom for 3 hours. He knew how to play the game. His steps carried him over to 162’s desk and he waved at her with a smile, “Hello hello there Missy!”
162: She looked up when she saw her leader and she smiled, “Hey Chief, how are you doing sir?” she asked. She absolutely appreciated the way the hanger was run, though when he leader came into the picture she was a bit less casual.
002: “Doing great today. Decided to stretch out the legs and see how everyone's projects are coming along. How’s your day been? No safety work today?” teasing her a bit and then looked over what she had. He nabbed a piece of the material to wait for her response.
162: She chuckled, "No, no safety work today sir. Actually more the uh, opposite." she held up a piece of the material she was trying to work on, and a few bullets fell out of the little pockets, "Do you mind if I pick your brain a little? I'm hitting some dead ends with this... thing right now."
002: That caught his attention with ease and immediately was reaching for the fabric in curiosity. "Tell me what's on your mind. I'm more than willing to be picked upon and hell even bring a few shovels in there too", giving a small laugh. He honestly meant it to. The urge to get straight into the work and get all the knowledge out of it and then throw ideas back and forth was always something that lingered with 002 long past his college years. As he got higher in rank he always wanted his engineers to know that they could always talk freely to him on concepts and designs with no judgement - unless something was truly outrageous and even then ..sometimes crazy worked.
162: "Well, you know how my ability works, right? When it's hardened, it's got the same properties as Kevlar and Carbon fiber. I'm trying to imitate that to make armor for the fighters. I know that--" she paused to look at her wrist cause sharpie was there, "190 asked 102 to make him a vest that could be knife proof since at the time.. Abedah was still loose." she showed him all the trials she had that morning, some with a white paint check mark on them but most with an X. "I want the same effect as my tattoo's, but with minimal bulk and weight and SO FAR they all stood up to normal gun fire, even hollow rounds, but as soon as you introduce a shotgun..." She held up a piece that was entirely caved in, "You don't become swiss cheese but you can say goodbye to all your internal organs."
002: He nodded along in understand and then rubbed the back of his neck while thinking. "So in short, you want something that is much thinner but just as effective as Kevlar and Carbon fiber? ", pausing to laugh at her description of the shotgun options. He took the tests from her and started scrolling through the notes. "If you are looking at that style of material, you might have to give up some of the thinness and weight for a thicker inner shell layer. Or see if you can layer them out. I do believe that a shotgun's blast radiates a bigger force of exit than entrance thus putting more force along the inner molecular structure than its surface. Unless you give for a tighter weaving of the fabric that you have to absorb more of the kinetic energy."
162: "I've tried layering both materials together and it's mostly worked though." she hummed a little and frowned but she took a turn to sit on her work stool, "Is it very likely we deal with enemies with shotguns?" she asked, "Because if not, maybe to fill the weave I could maybe add in a layer of like.... I dunno.... Do we have some kinda impact gel? It's technically non-porous so it could fill where the weave can't, and gels are meant to absorb impacts in the first place. Maybe could have it activate when it encounters that kind of force?”
[POST LOST IN LOGGING] (002 gives 162 a suggestion to speak to a Specialist, since they do more than just blow things up, with a playful wink.
162: She smiled and then it was like a light bulb lit up over her head, "And since carbon fiber is conductive we could add a trigger in to it, might add a bit to the weight but if they have something like that it could even prevent some sniper rounds from being pesky." she looked around, and sharpied a quick note to "Talk... to... specialist..." she muttered out loud and she sighed, "Let's hope it works, though worst case scenario I guess i'd have to see what my tat's are made of besides... my skin.." she shuddered, "Oh no who do I even ask for that.. medical? I think it'd be too gross to wear my skin. 187 would freak." That made her pause, "Hey... Chief... How come I got promoted?"
002: "That sounds like a great plan. ", nodding along quickly and quite proud of her for thinking her way through the concepts. "Try to work on a few different options how it might work. Though for ability checks that is straight to the medicals. That's their job. Don't worry they have special rooms for testing and treating abilities. Good bunch they have, real sweet. " Giving her a warm and calming smile to show that the medics meant no harm and it was a good idea to go see it checked out .Then paused only to laugh at her question. "Aha- aren't you cute. ", he rubbed his chin and looked from her to the work on her workbench and the tablet in front of him. "I think you can answer that yourself", his voice dropping down into a calm gentle urging.
162: She smiled, "Haha, yeah they are." Maybe she'd pester 175 about it later. At her being called cute though her held a pout back, though color still reached her ears, and looked down at her workbench, ".... I dunno, if I can sir." she finally said, "I mean I've only really worked on personal projects since I've been here, and I don't feel that I've done all that much for the Agency as a whole... At most I'm really good at making a mess of my bench but..." she paused to rub her neck, "I guess, that's why this project matters so much to me... I don't completely feel like I earned my rank just yet until I get this down."
002: "Good" , he moved to stand up and stretch as he let her simply take it in. "That's why. Don't ever settle for less. Keep going - keep moving to the next thing. I never want any of my engineers stopping their imagination and creativity and strive to be better. Do better work, do harder work, do YOUR work. I wouldn't give anyone more responsibility if I didn't see the spark in them. A spark to a light the world ", gesturing around him. Then he winked at her and sobered her up with a soft laugh. "Maybe I got a bit too rambunctious with my words there - but the meaning still stands. "
162: She stared up at 002 with big eyes and they looked like they were watering before she let out a small laugh, "I guess that's a pretty good reason then." she smiled, "Thanks Chief, for the opportunity." She looked down at her bench, "Earlier, I.... I felt that being an engineer I was afraid of not being useful, of only being able to help after the fact... Like, I only thought to develop this after hearing how many people Abedah had hurt, I lived with this ability but never thought of this till, after... And I wasn't sure how useful I'd being on the mission since I can't be front line." She looked up at 002 quickly, "But I see that different now, after today Chief. I-I just wanna say I'MREALLYPROUDTOBEANENGINEERHERUNDERYOURLEADERSHIP!" She ended up running that last part really fast because her eyes were watering again and she really wanted to get that out before her voice cracked.
002: His poor heart couldn't take the girls watering eyes nor the words she had rushed together. "Awww Missy, It's okay!", he moved closer to her and then moved to give 162 a big warm hug if she would allow him to. "I'm real proud to be your leader. Never believe you aren't good enough. Because you are. Just needed to find the inspiration to get that leap forward. Thats the most important part. We are all are still learning and growing. "
162: OH NO NOT HUGS-- When he hugged her, she hugged back, and a little bit of the tears she was holding back leaked outta her eyes and she trembled a little. Pulling away she used the heel of her hands to wipe her eyes, but of course that just smeared whatever dirt was on her face from being in the bay all day. She grinned widely to him, having felt lighter then she had in a while, "Yes sir!" she laughed and just ran her hands over her dust streaked face, "Oh god I need a nap or something haha, I've been at this for days."
002: He'd pull back with a smile until trying to quickly find a rag to help clean off her face. Be it dirt, grease, oil or even make up, the man knew that engineers could go through just a whole range of mess on their face and arms and wherever else when they were working. "Go clean yourself up and go take a nap in the breakroom if you want. Don't overwork yourself. I've got to check on the others but you know where to find me and how to contact me. No matter the time. And I only want drunken watch calls if they are truly hilarious and will give for good stories ", giving her a wink before starting to head to the next bench.
162: She squinted her eyes shut when he went to wipe her face for her, wiping off the foundation covering her scars but she just smiled, not minding anymore, "Okay, and no promises Chief I've done drunken Lego and lemme tell you, those are-- interesting. I'll send you those." she laughed a little, "Night Chief, thanks again." She rubbed her face, slapped her cheeks a little before she tidied up her work station and went to do as her leader asked.
