Post by jhawkins0824 on Jun 13, 2021 21:41:10 GMT -5
“Didn’t think you’d be working on a Friday. What’s got you changing up your routine?” Barraki wondered. Curtis kept himself busy while he spoke with her and headed back to his computer.
“I wouldn’t exactly call this working.” He answered honestly, something Barraki wasn’t expecting. This amused him as he pressed a series of keys and turned back to her. Behind him “VERSION 0.5 UPLOADED. SKYLARK READY FOR TAKEOFF”.
“I just wanted to know if we were still meeting with those schoolboard members tomorrow night. As important as said meeting is to the launch, I was hoping you would try to be on time.” Barraki gave him a shifty grin that she knew he loved to see. “I’ve got a few different packages for them to go over, as well as a look at how we plan to handle rollout.”
“You know I appreciate you, right?” Curtis tells her as he leans back in his chair lazily.
“No, I’m not sure you do. But you will.” Barraki teased. She placed her glasses in the front pocket of her lab coat and leaned back in her chair as well. “I’ve been putting some more thought into what we discussed…”
Curtis raises both eyebrow, very surprised she decided to bring up this subject. “You have? And?”
“And I think its something we should discuss in person. How much longer you going to be there?” Barakki wondered.
Curtis glanced behind him at the monitor tracking the vehicle. The estimated time of arrival had dwindled to thirty minutes. “I shouldn’t be too much longer. If I’m not there, Gaston knows to let you up.”
“Alright. Try not to leave me waiting.” Barraki told him, knowing full well he would more than likely do the opposite.
“I’ll do my best.” Curtis almost have her a smile. Almost, but instead he ended the call and bounced out of his chair. He bounded across the room quickly and stepped into the forge. The doors sealed shut behind him once he entered, and the machine initiated. Inside the Shell Forge, a metal alloy was stretched over his skin, and before the bottom of the machine slid away it did its job by sealing the polymer over Curtis skin tight. He dropped down a chute the width of a bathroom stall as pieces of armor molded themselves around him. Once his arms, legs, chests and back are protected the doors to the forge open.
“I wouldn’t exactly call this working.” He answered honestly, something Barraki wasn’t expecting. This amused him as he pressed a series of keys and turned back to her. Behind him “VERSION 0.5 UPLOADED. SKYLARK READY FOR TAKEOFF”.
“I just wanted to know if we were still meeting with those schoolboard members tomorrow night. As important as said meeting is to the launch, I was hoping you would try to be on time.” Barraki gave him a shifty grin that she knew he loved to see. “I’ve got a few different packages for them to go over, as well as a look at how we plan to handle rollout.”
“You know I appreciate you, right?” Curtis tells her as he leans back in his chair lazily.
“No, I’m not sure you do. But you will.” Barraki teased. She placed her glasses in the front pocket of her lab coat and leaned back in her chair as well. “I’ve been putting some more thought into what we discussed…”
Curtis raises both eyebrow, very surprised she decided to bring up this subject. “You have? And?”
“And I think its something we should discuss in person. How much longer you going to be there?” Barakki wondered.
Curtis glanced behind him at the monitor tracking the vehicle. The estimated time of arrival had dwindled to thirty minutes. “I shouldn’t be too much longer. If I’m not there, Gaston knows to let you up.”
“Alright. Try not to leave me waiting.” Barraki told him, knowing full well he would more than likely do the opposite.
“I’ll do my best.” Curtis almost have her a smile. Almost, but instead he ended the call and bounced out of his chair. He bounded across the room quickly and stepped into the forge. The doors sealed shut behind him once he entered, and the machine initiated. Inside the Shell Forge, a metal alloy was stretched over his skin, and before the bottom of the machine slid away it did its job by sealing the polymer over Curtis skin tight. He dropped down a chute the width of a bathroom stall as pieces of armor molded themselves around him. Once his arms, legs, chests and back are protected the doors to the forge open.