Vorusk let out a heavy sigh as he sat up from the couch in his office on Azameen. He hadn't slept well in what seemed like ages, even if it had only been a week or so. The busy schedule of his day filled with looking over the final designs of the AT-MW which his men had been working on for the past many months. The designs had finally been completed, and it was time to build the first prototype of its line. Vorusk ran a hand through his hair as he stood up and stretched, one of the stormtroopers under his command stepped into the room as he saluted. "Sir, reports from the engineers" Vorusk sighed as he motioned for the trooper to set the reports on his desk as he pulled opened the closet next to him, pulling out his shirt and pulling it on as he began to button it up before he took a seat.
He began to flip through the reports from the engineers before he closed the folder, standing up as he straightened out his clothes before saluting to the trooper. "You're dismissed" The trooper nodded before leaving the room as Vorusk turned in his chair and looked at the screen behind him, pulling up the designs for the AT-MW as he looked over them. He took a few glances at them as he pulled the designs from his desk and flipped the folder open once more, making a few notes in a red pen before he snapped the folder shut and turned the screen off. It was time to start working on the first AT-MW, and there was a goal set to finish it in a standard week. He already was working on only a few hours of sleep, merely because his men were doing the same.Added (11 Apr 2012, 10:31 PM)
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"When was the last time anyone slept" Vorusk was leaving the question open for anyone near him to answer, because in truth even he didnt remember the last time he got a few winks. The General had more or less lived out of his office for the past week or so during the construction of the prototype walkers. Technicians had finally gotten a chance to sleep, though many of them did nothing more than just lay their heads on their desk and pass out, a few of the assistants even draping blankets over them before going about their work cleaning up the room that had become filled with crumpled up pieces of paper and discarded designs. Vorusk himself was already on his fifth cup of coffee that morning, making it possible that his blood was probably pure caffine by now, what ever it took though he kept going as he walked along the upper cat walk looking down on the work shop.
On the work shop floor were a handful of prototypes of the AT-MW, draped in larger tarps that kept them covered. Through the tarps though one could see the last minute work going on, the tarps lighting up the shilouttes of the workers now and again. Vorusk rubbed the bridge of his nose as he looked at the latest report, the lats of the prototypes was finished, a handful in a week. He'd needed to congratulate his men, though they had some help from Imperial slaves, that still wouldn't stop him from giving his men all the praise, after all, it was his technicians and skilled workers that did the most of the work. The slaves where merely tools used by his workers. He looked out over the shop floor to see the prototypes waiting for their time to be tested, a process that he knew would take some time, and he didn't want to rush it. He wanted to make sure these were ready for deployment for the Stormtrooper Corps, if nothing else, ready just for the 9th Legion.
Vorusk knew that eventually the 9th Legion would become the "Experimental" Corps of the Stormtrooper branch, a title which he wouldnt mind, even more so if the prototypes proved useful. He took one last look before he stepped off the cat walk, having to report that they were finished as he took the long walk back to his office, passing by the offices of the technicians and designs that had put the most work into the project and now lay sleeping at their desk. He stepped into his office, shutting the door behind him as he walked to his desk and brought up the screen. Leaning back in his seat he let out a heavy sigh before leaning forward to being filing the report.
