Stark Industries; Wednesday [ 05/09 ].
Now, this was the sort of place where Samus could feel at home. Much more so than any place that sold decorative and scented animal-shaped soaps and sensible underwear, at any rate. She was already getting to work on a new project, deftly managing her work one-handed while conducting business via her helmet's comm link.
"Yes, I'll need you to send me a couple of crates....Yes, I know...I know. Listen, when I say that the technology on this planet is abysmal, that's not hyperbole. When have you ever known me to exaggerate? ....no, that was being kind. I need them before next week, can you do that for me?"
A little bit of spark flew when she turned some attention to sodering something into place with the gun and, yeah, this was definitely much more like it.
Stark Industries is open.
[[ and so is the post! ]]
"Yes, I'll need you to send me a couple of crates....Yes, I know...I know. Listen, when I say that the technology on this planet is abysmal, that's not hyperbole. When have you ever known me to exaggerate? ....no, that was being kind. I need them before next week, can you do that for me?"
A little bit of spark flew when she turned some attention to sodering something into place with the gun and, yeah, this was definitely much more like it.
Stark Industries is open.
[[ and so is the post! ]]