Welcome to Tesladyne! Science while you wait.

[tesla_bot]

The door is a free standing frame on a small plywood dais at the focus of a tremendous amount of cabling and particle emitters. The whole area smells of ozone.

"Watch the step. The platform's cheaper to replace than the floor if the focus wanders."Tesladyne's high energy (dimensional) physics area is done in early twenty first century

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[evilontheloose]

Jordan pauses to look around, then takes a deep breath. "I love the scent of ozone and four-dimensional anomalies... you know, that fresh scent of reality on the brink? I should find a way to make air fresheners scented like that and sell to science types."

"Or make a drink flavored like that."

[tesla_bot]

"Go for the air freshener, getting anything through the FDA will make you feel like leveling D.C." says Robo as he fishes a visitor pass on a lanyard out of a drawer, "Here, this'll make sure the doors all work and what have you."

"The range is a few levels up, let me just buzz medical so they can have someone meet us there."

Biology is not Robo's strongest suit.

[evilontheloose]

...

You know, Robo should really not give her ideas.

Level D.C.

Jordan blinks out of the mini-reverie and nods, accepting the pass. "Let's go, then."

[tesla_bot]

Keep it at home Jordan. You're being fitted for a white hat today.

"...ange three in five," finishes Robo before he hangs up the phone and moves on, "Right, the elevator's at the end of the hall."

The hall is more of the same, with occasional alcoves of decontamination showers, breaks for isolation shutters to drop into and regularly spaced doors with boring signs and photocopied Farside cartoons to tell them apart.

[evilontheloose]

Oh, of course.

Besides, her orbital laser is back home too.

She follows Robo, making note of the facilities, nodding in appreciation; it is always good to work with a pro.

[tesla_bot]

There is, of course, elevator music.

Medical is bringing over some test dummies to start with, our very own version of Buster," says Robo, "After that it'll be a regular run to check your accuracy and the effective range. It'd probably be a good idea to check you out on the more common small arms that get used to. I like to keep everyone current when I can."

It's a habit that came home from the War.

[evilontheloose]

Of course, it is a prerequisite or something. It would not be the same without elevator music.

"Gotcha."

[tesla_bot]

The range, when it's reached, is just what the name implies; a series of long lanes with targets and dividers and plenty of safety warnings. There's a small bustle around a lane signed 'Verification Lane' separated from the others by a thick wall.

"You guy's ready to get this rolling?"

"Yup. Lemme just get the interns out of the line of fire. Hey, you jokers!"

[evilontheloose]

The cute pint-sized evil genius waits, arms crossed.

Oh, interns... volunteers for experiments, later. Even if they do not know it, yet.

[tesla_bot]

There are reasons why Robo doesn't read the personals section in the company newsletter, when he thinks about it.

Moving on...

The victims interns are finally out of the range, though more than a few seem intent to gawk at what happens next.

"The range is clear,"says Robo, "When you're ready Jordan."

[evilontheloose]

"I'm always ready." The girl steps up, takes aim and fires.

There is a loud WHROOM sound, matched with a big honkin' Akira Toriyama energy blast visual effect. Unless the wall at the end of the range is stronger than three inches of hardened steel plating, it has a large hole revealing what is on the other side now.

You know, coupled with the thundering blowing-up-of-a-wall noise, scorch marks and such.

...

"That was full power."

[tesla_bot]

The end of the range is and it isn't, the verification lane sticks out into the surrounding earth to keep the rest of the building out of the line of fire. The shot terminates well into the dirt and dribbles a thin line of glass to go along with the wall fragments. Some of the interns are staring at arm with the kind of mental calculation of 'Do I really need two organic arms?'

"We're going to have to fill that in after we get some good pictures," says Robo, "And somebody go to the door to meet Jenkins. He'll have noticed that."

There's a whirr and a dummy torso moves in front of the hole.

"How about that stun setting of yours this time?"

[evilontheloose]

Jordan gives a nod, taking aim at the dummy and firing three times, spaced two seconds: if they are measuring, the bolts start at the power of a taser and grow in force by 50% each time.

They glow a nice neon blue, make a ZZZAPP! sound and obviously can be tuned for the size of the target.

Up to lethal force if needed.

[tesla_bot]

"Niiice," says Robo.

"I thought the third shot disintegrated?" comes from the back of the herd of interns and is followed shortly by the sound of someone being smacked in the back of the head.

"Phil, the results?"

"Should be good as long as she sticks to the second rule of energy weapons-"

"-Nothing above setting one unless there's vampires or tentacles. Right. Looks like you're good to pack for now Jordan."

[evilontheloose]

"Okay." Jordan grins and nods.

It is good they are fine with her multifunction blaster cannon, because there is no chance she would go without it.

Paranoia, we love thee.

[tesla_bot]

Speaking of which, meet Tesladyne's institutional paranoia.

"Robo," says a grim looking man with black hair and a military bearing, "Who's the new girl?"

"Jenkins, meet Jordan. Jordan, Jenkins. Try to keep track that you're both on the same side."

Jenkins grunts.