You stand in a cavernous open space, a simple and sparce white room. It's pristine lacquered panels run up and down the wall interspersed with precise onyx sensors criss-crossing the room in a grid like pattern regulating the temperature and humidity. Around the edges of the room sit all manner of state of the art fitness stations, from complex simulations to rung of carefully maintained weights and dumbbells.
In each corner of the room are the hydration stations, vending machines carrying all manner of flashy health products and clear mountain water.
A small number of muscled men and women are littered throughout the room, focusing intently on their own workouts. Every now and then you can hear the grunt of extreme effort intermingled with the pulsating rhythmic beat of the latested Gallentean pop music, the occasional Amarr hymn, or the rare and somewhat discordant sounds of Matari bands.
In the carter of the room is a wide open space, a number of consoles mark out each section, they allow for a number of settings allowing for selection of all manner of popular sports recognised throughout New Eden.

((will be editing soon, perhaps this is a place for us to sparr, compete, talk so on so forth))

Still winded, and unable to move Kador could only watch helpessly in pain, as Maximia approached from across the floor.

He waved, tried to to put on a welcoming smile, but it was crooked and half hearted in his current state.

"Hail Maximia" he mustered from the floor".... I missed you in the ....ugh.... Diner...and at the offices."

Behind him Satja watched the tall woman approaching sceptically.

He whipped out a book on the mountain ranges and the high reaches of New Eden and began to read as he jogged. Hope nobody thinks this is showing off.

"Hail Maximia" he mustered from the floor".... I missed you in the ....ugh.... Diner...and at the offices."

Behind him Satja watched the tall woman approaching skeptically.

((A little note in case you forgot me, :l sorry if you did it in purpose, just letting you know if you didn't))

The Templar groggily gets to his feet, fresh waves of pain run through his legs and torso.

"Indeed.... I missed you and Demel before...."

"As for the nature of my business....I had assumed you and Demel were arms dealers but now I know you are designers....well it must be the providence of God. I need a new HAV design drawn up. Light hull, good traction, torque, and mobility. I'll also need a full sensor suite somewhere on board. I need to move fast, hit hard, and be able to get in and out of enemy lines rapidly... Is this something you two could do?"

"Best of all, our parts aren't tracked. We may not have the capacity to produce big guns without the State taking notice, but hey, that will cut down on weight and power output anyway. I'm thinking... Jove-tech cores for increased torque, fusion accelerators, and heavy active shield boosting? We could fit them with active scanners and drop it all into a Caldari frame. With the cannon removed we could outfit the hull with prototype versions of any kind of small turret you see fit."

To Maximia he said.

"My apologies....things got a little....tense back there. I hope however we can conclude business as we had planned, though I hope you don't hold it against me if we contract outside of your company in the construction of the prototype."

Niina bats her eyes at Maxima, seemingly ignorant of her rage.

"I'm sorry ma'am, can I help you in anyway way? You look stressed, perhaps you should go do some lifts or spar. That is how you mercenaries spend your time, isn't it?"

Niina's words, while venomous, are carried with an air of sweetness that almost makes it sound like she was complimenting the Matari.

"I mean, not that you need it. You seem quite, ehm, 'built' already. I'm sure you have no issues finding nice girls to spend your time with."

(( Sorry rp has taken a huge back seat for me recently.... dunno why))

"Hail Maximia....pardon me for my....hesitance....such matters of buisness are unfamiliar to me. However I feel I have slighted you in some regard, and by extension Demel as well." He was gathering steam here. " I know we agreed to deal with one another, and I am not one to go back on my word. As mentioned earlier you have the specifications of the HAV I need designed, I would only be too happy to reimburse your and Demel for your time....and then some....perhaps say double the initial estimates I received from him? If that please you then shall we toast to this at the newly re-opened bar?"