[center][h2]Titans’ Fall, Templar Tower: Laboratory 3, Augmented Weaponry R&D[/h2][/center] [hr] A man’s voice swore into the relative quiet of the lab. From his hands, sparks flew, and he jolted upright as if stung. It was a massive room, populated by four large sized work stations, four ‘display’ tables- 1.60 meters by 1.60 meters. Mobile too, there were grooves in the floor with what appeared to be magnetic spheres laid within. And towards one wall, an airlock that led into and out of the room. Alongside an attached observation area. The laboratory was stark white, with specific paths and stations and tools marked by flashes of accented colors: orange, green, blue, and pink. [b][color=Orange]Felix[/color][/b] stood at the station awash in pink, hyper focused on the project between his hard-light fingertips. It was a strange device, pure black glossy metal, with faintly glowing lines of golden circuitry. His eyes were hidden behind a set of shades, never-mind that said protective eyewear was ALSO made out of a deep orange hardlight. The room was dimly lit SAVE for the station he was working at. Hush. Anyways; the emitter in his hands was the product of … Uh. Oh shit. 8 whole hours. Between meandering around and engaging in- The emitter sparked once, startling that train of thought right out. Goddamn. Well, it was a product of hyperfixation. An upgrade! One made in the heat of the moment because panic, and all that good stuff. His hands moved reflexively, as Sovereign blipped him twice. Right. His guest! Right. Oops. Shit. The emitter was slipped into a perfectly sized slot on his left hip. The hard-light limb there flickered, before stabilizing. Then it flickered out of existence entirely. And Felix had to grab the work-station in front of him to avoid falling. The limb returned after a solid two minutes of nothing, with Felix spending that entire time working on the projector base. After some time, the cyber-ware flashed with golden light, and [i]projected[/i]. His other leg was humanoid enough; appearing like a ‘retro’ video game character’s limb might. Sixteen— No- twenty four ‘planes’ of light connected to eachother, but displayed no real details beyond blank sheets of orange light. The new limb was humanoid as well, none of that digitigrade shit. It was infinitely more detailed, and sported what looked like spurs on its heels and toes. Felix nodded as the leg finished stabilizing again, and then slammed his heel into the floor. He gave a delighted smile as his HUD shifted. < FEMORAL SHIELD DEPLOYED! INTEGRITY: 100% > < DEFENSIVE FORWARD! > And from his shin, a massive tower shield of burgundy hardlight [i]lanced[/i] into the air in front of him. It glinted like a shattered mirror in the dim-light of the lab. The barrier shifted as Felix clenched his fist on his left. His HUD beeped again. < FEMORAL SPUR DEPLOYED! INTEGRITY: 98% > < OFFENSIVE REAR! > And like a thought, the shield vanished. On the back of Felix’ ankle, a wickedly sharp curve of hard light formed. It had a squared tip, a bit like a cleaver. It barely reached half a meter in length, just shy of about .48 meters, as a matter of fact. He flexed, hopping away from his workstation and spinning about in an abruptly violent axe kick. The air hummed, as his blades limb cut through the atmosphere like it hardly even existed. Hm! Felix twisted a wrist, listening as Sovereign beeped in the corner of his awareness. < FEMORAL SPUR DISENGAGED! Integrity: 98% > < INCOMING MESSAGE! DISPLAY? Y/N > < … … … Playing audio! > “[i]Mister Lanning… You have a guest who has been waiting for a total of 67 minutes for your company.[/i]” Oh. Fuck, oops. Dawn was STILL downstairs, and Felix had promised this would be... Quick. She was definitely going to bitch, if the prior eight-ish hours were any indication. New memories though! She wasn't ALL bad, just, a bit misguided and assured of her own excellence! ... Like Sai. And Felix liked Sai! A quick message was fired off, a text that simply read: [Hey, sorry! I got SUPER distracted for… a lot longer than I meant. I’ll be right there! I’ll come get you? … Where are you?] Okay, so maybe it wasn’t a simple message. Oh, wait. She- Fuckin'- She was just down in the lobby, god, he could just- [Heyyyy nevermind, just, don't move. Be right there. Sorry.]