The Machine Shop - Eidolon Wraith

[Zephyranthes]

The elevator ride up to the Machine Shop was an awkward and trying affair. In between Jenkins staring lividly at the back of William's head like a miniature train crash had taken place on the surface of his scalp, and the extreme heat caused by a broken A/C duct that left the car hotter than a New Boston day in July, the ride was unpleasant, to say the least. He wasn't even sure why Jenkins hated him so much, though maybe it had to do with the various times William had shoved, berated, thrown things at, and mistreated the man...

Okay, maybe it was deserved. But it was still hilarious. Besides, ever since the debacle on Hamburg all those years back, Jenkins deserved everything William gave him. Goddammit, Jenkins.

Will couldn't help but look down at the various papers he had brought with him. Yes, it's true, they lived in an age where everything from the speeches of politicians to even the toilet paper one wiped with was digital in some way, shape, or form, but there was something solid about paper. Graph paper, with a bunch of light and dark sketches varying from masterpieces that would put a polytechnic prodigy to shame, and doodles that would make a blind hound dog feel like Michelangelo. The papers showcased a variety of armor designs that, admittedly, resembled some of his favorite designs that called Kusari animation home. God knows how many credits he wasted on that damned hobby.

By some grace of the heavens, the lift finally arrived at its destination, saving William from any more time spent with Guardian "Screw-Up" Jenkins. He shoved past the Guardian, looking at his pudgy face with disgust as he made his way out.

"Frig off, Willy!," Jenkins yelled out.

"Go off yourself, Jenkins!," William retorted.

With a slam, the lift closed and returned to its solemn duty of taking crewmembers up and down the ship. William stepped into the Machine Shop, observing the productive work environment with a smile. It reminded him of a workshop aboard any given Navy battleship, sparks and soot clouding the air as new tools for war churned out of the assembly lines. He approached Nesrin, showing her the papers.

"Well, I finally ended up coming. So, we doing this thing, or what?," he asked.