Vitae Memorandum

15-Psychological Collision

Still mid-morning, the six of them entered the bustle of the Marauder base. The place was swarming with activity and new faces.

"So, the plan will be to outfit you beautiful ladies.. courageous warriors with custom-made weapons. I've made sure to record a detailed report on everyone's fighting styles, in the hopes that maybe we could set you three up with something you might feel very comfortable with." To Zyuixqs' statement, Thanrie paused her sideward glare, suddenly impressed. "Actually, that might be pretty good. It feels like I've been a little too slow with that sword, and Lwyn should definitely give up on using a bow. Qheria.. I'm not sure, I've gotten used to her smashing things with a shield, but something is missing." "Don't worry, the smith here is an expert. We'll figure something out." Zyuixqs at least was optimistic, leading them to their destination.

"Ah, Zyuixqs, so this would be the four women from your report." The smith greeted them earnestly. "I've actually already started on everything, I had some good material ready in advance. We've got some good plans based upon some Fortress designs we've fallen upon, so you'll have yourself something you can count on being pretty advanced. With consideration to some of your.. unique styles.. I've came up with a few ideas I wanted to try out." The smith indicated three assortment of weapon parts and molds, in various phases of production. "As per your suggestions, we've got parts together for a ranged weapon that.. isn't a bow in it's nature. We've also been working on a shield design that fits something close to solving all the problems you had mentioned. Finally, we're working on a spear that.."

Thanrie became disgruntled at the last statement. "Wait, spear? The sword I had might have been a bit heavy, but I was perfectly happy with slicing things up and everything. Don't go thinking that just because spears suit you so well that I would be fine with some stupid poking stick!" Thanrie confronted Zyuixqs again, enraged. She drove him into the corner... which knocked against the same pile of supplies holding the work in progress for the selfsame spear. The pile shifted dramatically, and the smith went to go check things out. "Oh, good, everything is okay, but the blade edge might have been affected." "Wait, blade?" "Yeah, the reports wanted a long, slender blade. I guess that makes it more like a glaive or something, but all three of these things sorta have their own uniqueness to them." Thanrie was intrigued by the smith's idea. At least it wasn't a poking stick.

The smith finished inspecting the mess. "Oh, good, everything should be salvageable, but I might need to adjust the shape of the blade to compensate for the bending. Shouldn't affect the durability, but will probably affect how it's used. I'll think of something." "Uh, thank you. I'm sorry for causing you more trouble." "Bah, I've had to deal with worse on a regular basis, don't worry about it. Just, maybe you could give me some room to work with, so that I can get things done. Zyuixqs, this work has some more paperwork for you to work on, it's a stack. You might want to get started." Thanrie was sorry for having caused problems, accepting the Smith's suggestion that they should get out of the way.

"Oh, and the four of you might want to know, Commander Rhyde is expecting you in his war room. Seems he has a few things to talk about, heard you were dropping by, and asked for you to be sent his way. Might be better to take care of that sooner rather than later." The smith provided an excellent way for the others to occupy their time. Chyurae had already ran off somewhere during the commotion, but certainly he would take care of himself. Following instructions they were provided, the four of them went off to meet Commander Rhyde.

It didn't take long for more trouble to begin. ".. while I understand that you already have your own crew to worry about here, I still believe we will be fine." "Really, cause according to these reports.." "If you would please stop pressuring on a single mistake, maybe you might be able to see the big picture." Quite quickly, Qheria and Rhyde broke into an argument, as Rhyde had simply insisted they should all just go home. "I could care less how you plan to run your own crew, but the four of us worked really hard to try and find a new home for us, we won't be giving it up just because people aren't used to having us around!" Rhyde could swear he had a very similar conversation not that long ago. The fool of a girl was as stubborn as her mother.