[D0, EA, Pregame] Crossed Wires (Armory, Open)

[Cha Vizsla]

Cha sits on the work bench, practically naked by Mandolorian standards: His armor and helm removed and on the table in front of him. A soddering tool is in his hand as it looks like he is threading some kind of cabling through grooves in the the armor. Pieces of disassembled grenade pieces litter the area too, casting a wide mess in an area that is otherwise barren. He is deep in concentration, likely not hearing anyone approach.

[Fitz]

Wearing his customary full-face helmet and hooded bodysuit, Fitz makes his way to the Armory with his CryoBan Rifle. Seeing the workbench in the corner occupied by another, Fitz announces himself with a guttural noise those unfamiliar with the Gank might mistake as predatory.

After taking up residence with the clan, he quickly learned that without the benefit of the comm implant to precede one's arrival, most sentients preferred auditory cues to avoid surprise run-ins.

Surveying the components spread across the workstation as well as the particular individual working on them, Fitz quickly surmises the contents of the work, if not the intention. He appreciated the dedication of his fellows who consistently worked to improve their equipment and had become accustomed to the hazard of small, miscellaneous explosions resulting from the occasional mishap, although he couldn't think of any particular instances of Cha Vizsla causing such an incident.

[Cha Vizsla]

Cha turns to look as the first rustle begins. "Oh, hey Fitz. How are things?" The Vizsla nods in greeting as he continues on the workbench in front of him. "Sorry about the mess, this one is an armor upgrade, and the quickest way to get it done is to get every piece out there."

[Fitz]

Dipping his head in greeting, Fitz responds with a succinct, "Good." Finding little need to elaborate.

He secured his rifle on the side in a gun rack before stepping up to the workstation and reaching below for a stack of bins. He waves his hands across the grenade pieces, offering to clean them off the table and organize them into bins. Any who frequented the Armory, or Repair Bay knew Fitz liked to keep a clean and tidy workspace... Plus, it never hurt to keep potentially explosive elements away from unrelated soldering. He waited though, not one to touch another's project without their permission.

[Cha Vizsla]

"Let's see, if it worked right then..." Fitz toggles a switch. The plates of the armor fuzz out of existence for a moment...at least at first. Looking at different angles, there is a slight fuzz at the edges, locations where light seems to bend out of a straight line, like a beam of light traveling through water. It still makes the armor on the table difficult to see, and the difference is noticable when Cha toggles it back to normal. The armor on the table is suddenly back in white-accented orange.

"It's radiation shielding. Initially, it was meant to be for some level of protection as a safety hazard, but as they realized that if it could block gamma radiation, it could block all sorts of electromagnetic radiation: x-ray. Ultraviolet. Infrared. Visible light. The trick is getting it to warp the radiation around it so that it's perceived as not there instead of a void. I've been tinkering with it for years now, and I think I've gotten it as best as it's going to get."

Cha begins to pull the plates of armor back on, girding himself as usual.

[Fitz]

Beneath his helmet, Fitz's eyes go wide for a moment before squinting to perceive the hazy border of the armor plate. Ensuring his neural recorder is active, he listens intently to Cha's explanation of the tech before offering an appreciative, "Clever."

While Cha dons his newly modified armor, Fitz tilts his head quizzically while looking back and forth between the armor and the grenade parts strewn across the workspace. He also knew the man's preference for the 'Boomer' pistol, an effective if not overt weapon. Fitz indicates his own rifle to the side, "Quieter."

[Cha Vizsla]

"True. And yours definitely is." Cha nods at the statement as he slides on his boots and greaves. "I usually have two modes: quiet and sneaky, or reaaaaaally loud." He picks up one of his armor's gauntlets and pulls back the grip of the fingers. "It's a palm stunner. For your standard "rent-a-guard", this will drop them in one shot, and a solid right hook will take the next 90%. And-" Cha motions to the workbench. "The grenades can be set on fuse timers and tripwires. It's not necessarily a bad thing if it's loud if you are a decent distance away and it turns people's attention."

Cha regards Fitz, who was also one of the more junior members of the Rebuilders. "I had a pretty winding path Fitz. For a while, I needed to sell off every bit of equipment I had except my armor. The people I was rubbing shoulders with, who I worked with and for, weren't the most honorable of persons. So, my gear is...unorthodox. And I can appreciate unorthodox mixes of gear and person."

He pauses. "If you like quiet, have you talked to Bura about raids yet? She's good at it."

[Fitz]

Fitz was impressed by the foresight and versatility Cha championed with his gear. His pack had generally favored specialization. While this was effective on a large scale, it could lead to shortcomings in some situations. In the time since he set out on his own, Fitz has been struggling with breaking out of his role and becoming more well rounded.

He slowly responds with his raspy voice, communicating as much with his body language as much as with his words, "Fair..." he holds a hand out, palm up, to concede the point, "unorthodox can be efficient..." He nods his head as he speaks, giving the concept its due consideration, "Bura is... adept."

[Cha Vizsla]

"Don't get me wrong. When it comes to armies, consistency is good. But we're not an army. We have so many backgrounds and gear loadouts...but I'm rambling. Happy to have you with us big guy!" Cha looks over. "I spent a lot of time on Nar Shadaa. I'd much rather have you on our side than the other way around"

[Fitz]

Looking up at Cha, Fitz considered his moniker of 'big guy'. Although, to be fair, he had the broad build of his people. While his body showed all signs of a strong physique and the reputation of the Ganks spoke of an inherent physical brutality, Fitz was of average strength and mediocre skills in physical combat... Not that he would correct anyone's misconception on the matter.

"Armies are rigid, easy to predict." Fitz offered, finding it easier to converse as they went on. Speaking was often like exerting a forgotten muscle, it needed time to stretch out before it could be fully extended. "Happy to find a place here..." he may have started to comment on Cha's remark about Nar Shaddaa, but it was impossible to tell with his face obscured.

[Cha Vizsla]

"So, what did you come here to work on?" Cha asks, moving up to the breastplate and gauntlets of his armor.

[Fitz]

He took a step over to the rack to retrieve his rifle before responding, "Had a thought... modify galven pattern... small spread, quicker dissipation of energy..."

He sets the CryoBan down on the workstation as his right hand splits into an assortment of tools, which Fitz uses to start disassembling the rifle. "Should immobilize target more easily."

Making quick work of the disassembly, obviously a familiar task for the Gank, he isolates the barrel to make micro-adjustments to the static pulse field governing the galven pattern. As he works, he seems to be standing slightly off to the side instead of square to the components, offering an easy view of his modifications.

[Cha Vizsla]

Cha looks on, nodding at the work being done. "Clean work on that. I don't suppose that you want that in grenade form, do you?"

[Fitz]

"Mmmm, WW-41 CryoBan Grenade... chemical fire-suppressant... very effective on sentients... prefer Proton Grenades... more efficient."

Fitz reseats the barrel and assembles the rifle, "Hutts liked targets taken alive... make examples." With the rifle back together, he shoulders it and lines up the sights facing the reinforced wall. Satisfied with the integrity of the weapon, he lowers it and turns to face the door to the shooting range then looks back to Cha, "Should we test on target droids?" He asks, holding out the rifle.