[oom] Project Delivery

Dejah lowered the bike down from the lift, and rag in hand, wiped away the last few bits of dust.  She'd finished the radium drive housing in a fetching shade of cobalt blue, but other than that, the bike was black as soot.  The majority ot the modifications she'd made were activated by the onboard computational engine hidden behind a very simple cockpit control interface.  Inertial dampeners, aerodynamic stabilizers, cloak, and force shield were all activated by the driver and being pure energy, they were invisible until deployed.  However, the adaptable suspension did interfere with the original lines of the Buell RS1200.  Turns out repulsor technology looks absolutely nothing like wheels.

But she was fairly certain he'd be pleased with the final product.  Hell, she was even tempted to take it for a spin herself.  She stood back, wiped a bit of sweat from her eyes and beamed down at the thing.

It was always so satisfying to complete a project.

[oom] Project Inception

Dejah closes the sketchbook and pushes back from the simple workbench she keeps in her room, the surface of which is currently buried under stacks of books and diagrams and multiple iterations of drawings.  The research phase is as complete as it can be, short of actually acquiring a flesh and blood human arm to dissect, and she is an engineer not a doctor.  So that option is right out.  

She thinks about leaving a note at the bar for him, but decides against it.  Best just to see if he's available.  She needs something to eat anyway.  A few minutes later, she settles at the bar, waiting for her lunch to be packaged up so she can take it back to the room.