DEV: Improvised Designs

[Gir Quee]

Grand Admiral Quee watched the start of the demonstration on Mandalore with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, all of which was mostly do the base design. The classic AT-TE design was proven as a weapon of war, yet initially he was not so sure if it would hold up the rigors of the modern battlefield. Gir intermittently wrote some notes on his datapad as the demonstration progressed. He gradually began to develop a positive reception to the vehicle. The jedi accompanying him, a bulky man named Travot cleared his throat as the demonstration came to an end.

"We are being watched."

"By whom?"

"A zabrak about one hundred meters to your left, though I sense that there is something else which has some attention on as well. Their presence doesn't seem overtly hostile...but it is not friendly attention either."

Gir blinked, "What does that mean?"

"I don't know...it's just a feeling."

Gir fought the habitual urge to nod in understanding. He had heard that jedi frequently had something like a 'gut instinct' which they frequently followed their benefit. He would have a hard time believing it if he had not seen it in action himself. Not friendly...perhaps rival bidders trying to gauge the interest of the other bidders? Gir scanned over a few documents in the datapad as the demonstration came to an end before he turned to Travot.

"Go give this datapad to Myra Hadrix," said Gir, "it has our offer for a contract for this vehicle,along with my contact information if she needs to talk to me further about the deal at a later time. But for now, I am going to leave to see if they end up following me, or if they follow you."

"You think it's personal?"

"I don't know...but perhaps we'll find out..."

"I'll be back with you as soon as I can then..."

 

[Myra Hadrix]

With the last of the equipment stored in durasteel crates by the base of the observation point, Myra wiped the sweat off her brow and thanked her shop hands for the help. After dusting off her hands, Myra turned back to the open booths where the observation equipment had been set up for the demonstrations. Twenty meters away the MAT-TE sat on its haunches, silent and subdued in the night. "Well," Myra said, catching her daughter's eye. "What do think?" The young woman shrugged, her chocolate locks bouncing gently in the light of Concord Dawn. "I think we gotta shot. The Sith weren't impressed though, the vehicle is too tactical. They like explosions and fire. All noise." Ali shook her head, tutting quietly.
Myra smiled, then stood at her daughter's side and draped an arm over her shoulder. "I don't suppose you had a chance to talk to your friend before he left?" Ali shook her head. "Didn't need to," she said, pulling out a datatablet. "Here's their offer." Myra took the 'pad with an arched eyebrow, then glanced down at the offer made. It was...exorbitant, and would require a massive addition to her facilities, which had already been approved for funding by the offer itself. "It's far more than I expected, but I guess with a war on...right?"
Ali grinned, patting her mother on the shoulder. "Better get to work, buir."

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