Retrofitting a House

[Noah Corek]

Saluecami, Corek Family 'Vacation' Home
Noah sighed as he rubbed his eyes, he had been up for the last twenty-two hours sprucing up his family vacation home/safehouse. So far it had been good, he had set up the SAM Turrets, updated the droid security with new and upgraded programming and weapons, now all he needed was to set up the new cameras and laser trip wires in and outside of the house, the defense turrets, the force-dome and finally the armory on each floor needed a complete overhaul and organizing, as well as a few new weapons added. So he decided to reach out to a friend for help. Grabbing a nearby datapad, Noah began to type a message to [member="Ventasia Terana"].

Dear Ventasia​

Hey, its Noah, I'm having a little delay with some work on my families vacation home on Saleucami and I need a little help. I know you might be a little hesitant but trust me I'll make it worth your while.​

Yours Truly, Noah​

PS: That means you'll be compensated.​

Noah sighed as he put the datapad. Admittedly he had some ulterior motives for reaching out to his long time Protectorate partner, but that would be addressed when the time came, for now Noah walked over to the bed and collapsed, falling asleep withing seconds.

 

[Ventasia Terana]

At least he didn't try to get her to help for free this time...

The message was clear. Help him out, and get paid. And there were very few things in life that Ventasia liked more than getting paid. Even if it was by the same person who just so obviously wouldn't give up. Then again, this was a pretty safe bet. Show up, poke fun at the moron, get paid, and leave. It was literally the easiest job she could possibly have gotten.

Then again, seeing him laid out on his bed like there wasn't a care in the world irked the hell out of her. She wasn't sure what was worse, the fact that he had the audacity to contact her again after the last little mishap, or the fact that he probably saw this as yet another chance to try and woo her. Shaking her head was about all she could do as she watched him snooze away without a care in the world. Still, didn't mean she couldn't screw with him.

Without so much as grinning, she leaped into the bed, knowing the sudden movement of the bed would be enough to shake Corek form his dreams. "Hey. Even if you sleep all day, your still paying me..."

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Ventasia Terana"]
Noah groaned as he felt a body land in the bed next to him, he was still in his dreams so he thought it was someone else. "Five more minutes Linna." Noah groggily mumbled as he rolled back over, even though his eyes were closed he knew his face was mere inches. Then Noah heard a voice, a voice that wasn't Linna's and he was rocketed back into reality, opening his eyes, he saw Ventasia's face. Quickly getting up, Noah glared at his partner. "In most societies it is considered polite to knock." Noah told her as he got up out of the bed, hopping over her and deliberately giving her a nice view of his exposed upper body, from his tone biceps all the way down to his six pack abs, Ventasia wasn't the only one who now how to be a tease. Grabbing a nearby black tank top with the Omega Pyre symbol emblazoned on it, Noah slipped it over his body and tied the sweat pants he was wearing so they wouldn't fall down. "I need your help organizing the armories, setting up two MMSW-30 Rosebush Quad Autocannons I bought from RRDI and I need help setting up some laser trip wires, defense turrets and cameras inside and out." Noah informed her as he grabbed a nearby a envelope and threw it at her, once she inevitablely opened it, she would find 2,500 credits. "That's a third of your payment and I'll also allow you to pick a weapon from my family armory in the basement."

 

[Ventasia Terana]

Linna? Who the hell was that?.. Eh, didn't matter anyway.

A coy grin stretched her lips across her face as Corek opened his eyes. "In most societies, I would be considered a war criminal for crimes against life. Good thing we don't live there, huh?" Her eyes followed him as she began to move, though averted to the side, an audible groan escaping her lips as he essentially shoved himself in her face. It wasn't hard to see what he was trying to do at this point, and it wasn't a pleasant thought. Being flirtatious wasn't a bad thing. Hell, Ventasia did it all the time. To an extent that that it probably boarded on being an exhibitionist. But she was subtle. This? This was just...ugh. "This is exactly why your practically begging me to screw around with you. Your too busy dreaming about someone named Linna and calling out her name to chase anyone. Or maybe she was just that good in bed?..."

She sat up, propping herself up on her elbows, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. "So, exactly why.." Before her words could even finish, the enveloped landed on the bed, just and inch or so from her thigh. The hazel eyes that always seemed to always pierce someone's heart gaze at the envelope. That lasted all of a moment before her eyes trailed back up to her Omega cohort. "So, I'm here to help you turn your house into a freaking bunker?..It's official. You have issues. Then again, you spent so much time around Siobhan when she was here, I'm not shocked. So, where are we starting first?"

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Ventasia Terana"]
Noah snorted a bit when Ventasia mentioned how she would be a war criminal. "Isn't that the truth..." Noah informed her as he looked over some schematics on the nearby desk, the schematics were a layout of the house, the first schematic was the basement, the second one was the first floor and the ground and the final one was of the second floor. When Ventasia mentioned Linna, Noah's hand tightened into a fist and he closed his eyes for a few seconds. "Linna was my wife, she died thirteen years ago, you remind me of her in a lot of ways." Noah told her as he began to look over the schematics again, looking over the one for the second floor. "First: I never really liked Siobhan, too much of a pompous queen for me. Second: Trust me, I already have issues and I know that, paranoia mostly. Third: This house is already a bunker, these walls-" Noah pounded his fist against the wall for emphasis. "-behind the plaster is five centimeters of tungsten and four centimeter long tungsten shock absorbing springs." Noah informed her as he looked over a manifest, a weapons manifest. It detailed every weapon in the house, the fact that it was three pages long should be a indication about how many weapons the house held. "Since we're already here, we'll start with the small armory down the hall."