Clan Verd
On Geonosis, in the heart of the Research and Development labs, there was the Monster Factory. Inside were the youngest, but brightest, and most prolific researchers known to the CIS. The building was drab, nothing about it stood out. The walls were reinforced, with a great many internal security measures to keep out unwanted people. Inside this place of research and imagination, several young scientists were bustling around.
“GEORGE?! Where is the Princess? I need her help on the micro-reactors again.” The one who called out was a young twi'lek woman. She stood outside a clean room, and had pushed the intercom button to call inside it. The woman was dressed cleanly, in sterilized white clothing.
The man called George looked up from the microscope, where he had been analyzing a new strain of helpful bacteria. Hopefully it would be able to convert garbage into usable energy better.
“She is in D-Lot, prototype fabrication. Don't disturb her. She is liable to tear your head off. She is working on a project for the Knights Obsidian.”
Twilek eyes went wide. “Erm, okay, maybe later!”
Allya sat in a massive holo room. All the controls where ran by holographic panels in front of her, they just floated in the room, and the computer system picked out where her hands were, what they were doing, and reacted to it. It was a brilliant system. A lot of manufacturing equipment was in the background. It was here, that most of the Monster Factory prototype weapons, armor, and devices first came into being.
She was being methodical, and rechecked every equation, every detail. The legs were tricky. Where Damsy had put functionality above aesthetics, this project required both. Above all else, they were to be braces, made of light, and fairly thin, but strong hardened polymer straps that would go around the leg at various points, and up the hip. To help ease of motion, there were gentle servo-motors placed inside that would help the leg move along, rather than do all the work for it. This would allow the legs to continue to get stronger, but not have to fear being unable to have enough force to do the job.
A small, high capacity, high efficiency power cell was added to allow the servo motors to work for several days without a recharge, as well as a manual mode, so that if the cells did die, while it would be harder to move, the brace would still do it's job while allowing movement. It was specifically designed for a female that was about 1.83 meters tall. She made them slightly adjustable in height and width if anything in the legs were off from the measurements. It would be able to hold and help with a person of up to 136 kilograms. Always best to over compensate when dealing with weight stress, you never could tell what exactly would happen.
Soon the manufacturing systems began to create the pair of legs. It was simple, but effective. Able to hide under moderately tight clothing without even being noticed. Little metal to avoid any uncomfortable sensors and the like. It should help. Now in a combat situation it would allow for escape, nothing more and would provide very little defense, and would break under blaster fire, or an explosion and the like. But she was told to not worry about that part. Focus on Aesthetics and functionality, that was it.
It wasn't long before it was done, she put them through the paces, tested this particular one, in so many ways, eventually finding where it failed. It was everything she had hoped. One more prototype was created and she packaged them up in a long crate. Hand lifted and the force carried it next to her. The teen hummed to herself, and loaded into a speeder at the dock, and was soon underway to the hospital. The one she was to deliver this to was important, and needed help.
In the speeder, she removed the overcoat, revealing a simple outfit, pants, a long sleeved shirt, basic shoes. It wasn't anything special. The girl was soon at the hospital, and brought the crate with her once more, floating it along behind her. At the right room, where Madalena was at (For the moment, she had been seeking physical therapy and all, but she needed a lot of care still) Allya knocked and awaited entry....for all of ten seconds. After that, she opened the door and barged in. “I AM HERE! I bring presents!” She grinned and sought out her uncle's woman.
“GEORGE?! Where is the Princess? I need her help on the micro-reactors again.” The one who called out was a young twi'lek woman. She stood outside a clean room, and had pushed the intercom button to call inside it. The woman was dressed cleanly, in sterilized white clothing.
The man called George looked up from the microscope, where he had been analyzing a new strain of helpful bacteria. Hopefully it would be able to convert garbage into usable energy better.
“She is in D-Lot, prototype fabrication. Don't disturb her. She is liable to tear your head off. She is working on a project for the Knights Obsidian.”
Twilek eyes went wide. “Erm, okay, maybe later!”
Allya sat in a massive holo room. All the controls where ran by holographic panels in front of her, they just floated in the room, and the computer system picked out where her hands were, what they were doing, and reacted to it. It was a brilliant system. A lot of manufacturing equipment was in the background. It was here, that most of the Monster Factory prototype weapons, armor, and devices first came into being.
She was being methodical, and rechecked every equation, every detail. The legs were tricky. Where Damsy had put functionality above aesthetics, this project required both. Above all else, they were to be braces, made of light, and fairly thin, but strong hardened polymer straps that would go around the leg at various points, and up the hip. To help ease of motion, there were gentle servo-motors placed inside that would help the leg move along, rather than do all the work for it. This would allow the legs to continue to get stronger, but not have to fear being unable to have enough force to do the job.
A small, high capacity, high efficiency power cell was added to allow the servo motors to work for several days without a recharge, as well as a manual mode, so that if the cells did die, while it would be harder to move, the brace would still do it's job while allowing movement. It was specifically designed for a female that was about 1.83 meters tall. She made them slightly adjustable in height and width if anything in the legs were off from the measurements. It would be able to hold and help with a person of up to 136 kilograms. Always best to over compensate when dealing with weight stress, you never could tell what exactly would happen.
Soon the manufacturing systems began to create the pair of legs. It was simple, but effective. Able to hide under moderately tight clothing without even being noticed. Little metal to avoid any uncomfortable sensors and the like. It should help. Now in a combat situation it would allow for escape, nothing more and would provide very little defense, and would break under blaster fire, or an explosion and the like. But she was told to not worry about that part. Focus on Aesthetics and functionality, that was it.
It wasn't long before it was done, she put them through the paces, tested this particular one, in so many ways, eventually finding where it failed. It was everything she had hoped. One more prototype was created and she packaged them up in a long crate. Hand lifted and the force carried it next to her. The teen hummed to herself, and loaded into a speeder at the dock, and was soon underway to the hospital. The one she was to deliver this to was important, and needed help.
In the speeder, she removed the overcoat, revealing a simple outfit, pants, a long sleeved shirt, basic shoes. It wasn't anything special. The girl was soon at the hospital, and brought the crate with her once more, floating it along behind her. At the right room, where Madalena was at (For the moment, she had been seeking physical therapy and all, but she needed a lot of care still) Allya knocked and awaited entry....for all of ten seconds. After that, she opened the door and barged in. “I AM HERE! I bring presents!” She grinned and sought out her uncle's woman.
