Khendon Sevon
Jan 12th, 2002, 04:51:51 PM
The room was brightly lit by glow panels positioned overhead; the only shadows escaping the power of the lights were congregating around a table, Khendon and Mark. The two masterminds were up to new tricks, more deadly and devious that previous. Their current design, pound for pound, was more revolutionary than the Erebus. So far, after several hours of pondering and conceptual sketching, the two men had turned out two blue prints, which were projected by a holographic display located on a table in the center of the room.
The two designs were totally different, each demonic and captivating in its own way. Key technologies that were already researched and in production were outlined in blue while new technologies that still needed to go through the design process were outlined in red.
Khendon took a seat, as did Mark, both smiling wickedly as they began doing their own computations and adjustments to the designs. The United Imperial Technologies’s laboratory on Omerose was specifically designed to suit black projects such as the one the two designers were currently working on. Each research lab contained one small room for drafting, such as the one Mark and Khendon were currently located in, and one larger room for prototype construction, coupled to the drafting room, which in turn linked to the honey comb of corridors that led throughout the large installation.
“We’re going to need some more designers on this project, and some unheard of technology to place these designs among the elite, otherwise they’ll be just another fighter type,” said Khendon in Mark’s direction, “about fifteen minute ago I called in a little help.” Khendon grinned as he finished what he was currently working on.
A shutter opened to the right of Khendon revealing the construction room, which was filled with materials and equipment, along with racks and complex computing systems and consoles.
The two designs were totally different, each demonic and captivating in its own way. Key technologies that were already researched and in production were outlined in blue while new technologies that still needed to go through the design process were outlined in red.
Khendon took a seat, as did Mark, both smiling wickedly as they began doing their own computations and adjustments to the designs. The United Imperial Technologies’s laboratory on Omerose was specifically designed to suit black projects such as the one the two designers were currently working on. Each research lab contained one small room for drafting, such as the one Mark and Khendon were currently located in, and one larger room for prototype construction, coupled to the drafting room, which in turn linked to the honey comb of corridors that led throughout the large installation.
“We’re going to need some more designers on this project, and some unheard of technology to place these designs among the elite, otherwise they’ll be just another fighter type,” said Khendon in Mark’s direction, “about fifteen minute ago I called in a little help.” Khendon grinned as he finished what he was currently working on.
A shutter opened to the right of Khendon revealing the construction room, which was filled with materials and equipment, along with racks and complex computing systems and consoles.