"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."

Maximia doesn't even acknowledge his presence, and continues to look at Niina. ((Hrm, I'm busy, will conclude there or I'll go into more little bits of menial detail later in))

Entering the gym, instantly noticed a cry from the reflex room. Shifting my bag, i turned the corner and noticed Vyzion limping away.
i gave a slight nod in his direction as i pass by

"must be tough at that level huh" i asked with a slight grin as i make my way towards the Reflex room.

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))

Maximia then slumps onto a bench press, her legs spread a little and resting her elbows on her thighs. She turns to look at the bar at her side along with the 45 pound bar and 115 weights on each end totaling for a grand 275 load. It's been too long since she'd bench, and she wondered if she still had it in her.

Placing her bag on the side of the bench, she her body under the bar, and taps her feet against the floor gently, finding a good position to begin. She sticks her thumbs outward as she grabs the bar, evening the distance into a wide grip. She then settles, closing her eyes and focusing on her breathing, feeling the slight weight of the bar on her hands. People had made great innovations to humanity, made immortality a reality, and wage massive wars, but the bench press was always the bench press: a firm but cushioned bench, a bar with a stand, and weights.

She then picks the bar off of the stand in a swift movement, her eyes still closed. She slowly brings the bar down to the top of her chest and launches it forward. The weights on both ends tick with each other as she pushes them upwards, bringing the bar up and down in a fluid motion once per second for a 15 seconds. she opens her eyes calmly and exhales, pausing her motion.

The stress was gone, the bull was satiated, and she found calmness and piece. One customer isn't a loss, who knows what could come down the road.

Maximia then shifts her gaze over to the reflex room, noticing the people and the other equipment. I'm gona check that out next.... She then looks back at the bar and continues her set for another 20 seconds and finishes. Placing the bar noisily back onto it's stand and slowly gets back to a siting posture. She sighs and moves her arms in small circles.

"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?"

"Uh..." Maximia says, blinking slightly, struck by confusion. ...so I didn't **** up the deal.

She quickly stands up and points at Kador in a swift but cool (as in low temperature not saucy swaggery) fashion.
"You never agreed to anything." She says to him calmly as she lowers her hand.

"After all, the Eskola," She says bitterly, "...Girl had Jove tech....Then again, it's really up to you."

She notices Sajta's displeasure and decides to finish up the chat, not worth messing up one perhaps last chance to gain another contract.

"No need to reimburse, Demel's pretty efficient when it comes to making quality equipment, he's got this....thing full of wires and implants- but to rap things up, It'll best if you talk to Demel, I work on accounting and appointments more than the technical...He'll know more."

She smiles at Kador and Sajta and bows to them.

After some time had passed and they had left, Maximia looks around the weight room. I guess business is done.... She makes her way to her bag, picking it up and throwing onto her back, and slowly walks out of the gymnasium. She'd surely visit later.

(To Hallways)

"Am I to assume you are taking me to Demel, or shall we schedule a later appointment?" He called out after her tentatively. He had dodged a massive scrambler bolt there. Sealed the deal, and escaped paying double....someone above he briefly considered had just saved his ass a lot of ISK.

Vyzion grinned without looking at Hunter. He knew that Hunter knew that he knew that he was horrible under pressure. Another thing I need to work on, in fact. Staying calm when those swarm salvos -I swear those things are invisible even with my googles- come flying and knocking me off balance...

Vyzion heads over to his own bag and exits the gym, whipping out another book, this one on the Prophecy of Macaper.