by Veronica Freud » Sun Apr 10, 2011 6:53 pm
Many of the students normally found in the workshops were busy in meetings or already dealing with saving London and the world yet again. So the work areas were mostly quiet and deserted. This was the kind of time when one work area was the busiest; the one claimed by the 4" clone of one of Excalibur's newest members. The tiny girl was standing atop the keyboard of what was essentially the smallest netbook a person could possibly own, pressing down on the keys with her feet. A plethora of wires ran to the mechanical monstrosity she had constructed; a winding, intersecting fusion of Stark, West, Sentinel and alien technology pilfered from the university's storerooms. It was a shame to just let the stuff rot, it was better off being put to some use; at least that was her rationale.
The sparse attendance of the workshop also gave the girl some time to test out systems that were a little less than safe. With a sequence entered the girl's foot hit the enter button. The metal form that had stood motionless lurched to stand up straight, it's arms raised as if it were pulling itself to do a chin-up. The few outer panels that had been attached to the arms, a mix of colours and covered in dents and scratches, popped out of the way as a pair of rather nasty looking machine guns and a pair of three-barreled chain guns erupted from the limbs, one of each in each arm, with the chain guns located above the high-calibre automatic guns.
"Weapons locked. Precision counts; a wasted shot costs taxpayers dearly."
The girl shook her head. "Ugh, I have got to update your quips. I am not paintin' you red, white and blue girl."
