****SIM START**** ::Savant was dressed unusually today, a long pleated dress and apron, loose blouse, and scarf over her head gave her the appearance of a modest peasant. When visiting the Camelyns, it was always best to not attract overt attention. And blending in anywhere was always better for public realtions:: ((gah.. forget about the :: :: in these.. it'd be easier to write it as it woudl be in the log)) <> ((yeah ^_^)) <> Dressed in some of his finer attire, a very ornate peice of chainmail and very beautiful dark brown shirt and pants:: <> ((Is okay ^_^)) Unable to dress like this normally Prescot dressed in some of his finer attire, a very ornate peice of chainmail and very beautiful dark brown shirt and pants. As if on a mission Prescot seeks out the nearest computer terminal on the wall and punches up a display. "Location of guest Savant" he asked quickly The android, as there weren't emitters of potence on the worldship, was seated on a wooden stool observing several knights as they trained. Swords flashed in the dying light as the worldship turned about from halogen-day to night. ((The worldship is mostly a gigantic hollow tube with green fields and Tudor-styled castles, actually ^_-)) <> ((I'm sure there are somewhere ^_^)) The computer replied archaically, in voice so stale that it sounded rusted, "Ye shall find Guest Savant upon the northern greens as the guest of Rose Knight Aubernac." Shutting off the console as he hears the location Prescot moved quickly towards and mounts what appears to be a metallic horse and snaps the reigns once as he take off into the air streaking off towards the direction of the Knight Aubernac's land. Savant was, of course, aware of Prescot at this point. The ansibles buried within the core of the worldship ensured her hand upon the pulse of life here, as they did everywhere else. It would be rude to announce the arrival of Prescot, however, and she so disliked giving away her little secrets without good cause. Thanks to the Robo-Horse Prescot manages to make it their in good time, landing outside of his castle and moves to the large door that is the enterance and knocks on the door. Just before Prescot arrived, she stood once and bowed to her host, taking her leave with good grace before heading to where Prescot was landing... approaching behind him "Ah, fair Captain!" She called out just as he was about to knock on the small keep gate, "Mayhap'st i can be some small aid in your quest, where e'er it may lead ye. What honour brings thine grace to these noble halls?" "Thine presense alone is enough to inspire greater knights than I to quest milady," Prescot replies bowing deeply. "For truth mine quest was to seek thee out." She curtsied politely in return, in perfect decorum, as always - it didn't matter what society she was in. She was a horrendously quick learner, obviously. "Then the happy news is mine to give: thine quest is over and thine goal within thine grasp." "Ah! I am truely lucky today indeed." Prescot smiled. "The whisperings on the ship are that thine sage intellect are being used to create a more silent weapon for an intelligence team?" She offered her arm to him and gestured to the copse of trees and stream which flanked the castle some distance off. "Thy hast good sources, sweet Captain! Mercy, but I hads't only just completed the project a time ago, where hadst thou heard this mute news?" ((thou, not Thy)) As Prescot takes the offered arm and moves with Savant towards the trees he replies in just above a whisper, "Mine sources have no desire to be revealed milady, and I have only heard of the completion of such weapons, nothing of what they are.. Needless to say that mine men are in need of a weapon that maintains their precious secreacy." "Would you mayhaps be able to help me?" <> The program pondered, moving through Coronado's security logs to find the perprtrator with some interest... it would be nice ot know who could slip by her defences like that. A promising candidate indeed. "The secret itself is it's greatest ally, milord. But with thine dilemma, i'll give thee truk. " "Ah thou art a true friend to help me so. For mine problem I have only but a few requests... This weapon must be silent to sensors, must be able to slay the beast were he stands, and be accurate enough to to shoot the beak off a bird," he replied. She smiled . . .she had always liked Camelyn dialect. It was a beautiful language, and could support so much colour so easily. "Thine lists are brief but harrying, this is indeed a point upon which the others lay their meaning. A sword mayhaps is silent, but the silent sword is the rapier - small, light and effeminate. The crushing zwiehaunder hath niethers its charm nor stillness but slays man and beast alike. You ask to make the greatsword a rapier, milord." You ask to make the greatsword a rapier, milord." Prescot chuckled at the analogy, "I suppose I do milady. However thine sage wisdom has yet to fail us. If I was to enevour on a project of such grandure I would be sure to destroy half the ship... which I am sure would not put me in the best of standings with neither the Admiral, the Captain or the Colonel. But thou milady! Thou has the ability to give me more than I even ask for." The androids's expression dissolved into a sly smile, "Ye hast a manner of appealing to my weaker faculties, dear Captain. Very well, my service is thine. Command as ye please." Bowing slightly to Savant Prescot returned her sly smile with a a smirk of his own and replied, "I speak only of the truth. And thank thee milady, I am in thine debt. Sadly I am not an inventor and lack the technical capabilities to create such a device. Mine previous specs plus at least a thirty round magazine, and relative ease at repairs are all that I require." "Certainly, but there are matters closer to the heart of the issue. For what purpose hast this weapon its dearest need?" "The weapon will used in its utmost during Reconnosene(horribly slaughtered) missions. Hence the request for silence, and the ability to potentially lay down covering fire if need be." ((reconnaisance ^_^)) <> milord, perhaps it wouldst be better to display the issue plainly, in a laboratory environment. Prescot nods in agreement. "That would be much easier I believe." The android smiles as the transporter beam envelops them both, leaving the forest to its devices and depositing them in engineering lab one. Looking around at the lab Prescot shakes his head and says, "You know its times like this when I wish I would have done better in the sciences." She removed the scarf draping over her head and set it aside as she replied, "You aren't expected to be able to do complex engineering in your head, Sir. I have an unfair advantage in that respect "I suppose your right," he replied with a smirk. She chuckled lightly as she reached into a box, popping opent he latches and pulling out the pistol she had been working on, "This has been my occupation during slower hours lately... after our last mission I was somewhat disappointed with some of the results. "A pistol?" Prescot inquired. "Im afraid I cant remember what the firing mechanism was. I was a but occupied at the time then." it's a fairly standard firing mechanism, the weapon is basically a shielded railgun. "Magnets?" he said seeming interested. "What did you find displeasing about it?" "Our regular weapons have a far higher energy signature... these ought to stay below the visibility threshold." "They were also rather weak, and didnt pack a great deal of punch," he added. "And these solve that problem? She shook her head and put the pistol onto the counter, moving over to a device resting on a chassis... "No, they're meant to be low profile, precice, and relatively weak. They're for surgical strikes. If you want volume, you want this." She hoisted the weapon up by a bar traddling its body, holding the rear grip in her free hand. the barrels were stubby but long - it looked like a very aggressive chain cannon Prescot stared at the gun for a few moments before responding, "This is silent to sensors?" it's a somewhat lower threshold level than your average phaser when on fully automatic, as long as the burst is shorter than three seconds, and allowing for a three-second decay period after firing." "And, if you mean audio signature, it's as silent as the kittyhawk pistol there." "Is it easy to detect on sensors? with such a high firing rate" She shrugged and set the gun on her hip, squeezing both of the triggers and the weapon suddenly kicked back, the barrells spinning - - it was bizzare to only hear a faint superaural hum and the spattering if flechettes against a target in the far wall. The screen on the far wall filled up with sensor data of the event in high detail, "There's the results." "It would seem as though you have come up with quite the weapon here," Prescot commented looking over and examining the results. "Very impressive." She set it down again, a rather odd juxtaposition- an android, wearing the clothes of a medieval peasant, carrying a chain-gun. "It's a work in progress ^_^" "It seems rather bulky for what I have in mind however. And that does appear to be a rather large weapon to carry around on a mission for everyone in a squad. Have you had anything thoughts to making something like a... sub- machine gun?" "oh, this is a support weapon. The kittyhawk pistol there is the main weapon" She paused and pursed her lips thoughtfully, stroking a finger along her jawline, "I had never considered making a weapon that bridges the gap between the two. The junglemower cannon there isn't for general use, after all.." Nodding slightly he continued, "Mainly used for the same reason your "kittyhawk" is used for only with the addition or more rounds, more stopping power, and at the same time less bulk" "stopping power is difficult to apply, however Sir," she explained by gesturing with a hand to the barrels of the larger cannon, "The power of the shot depends solely on the magnetic pulse, which is easy to sense. It's a delicate balance." Shrugging Prescot replied, "well then just more ability to place rounds were needed. And not have to rely on one man with a big gun for your firepower." rate of fire isn't a huge problem until one starts to get into the extremely high volume fire... again, a bit of a catch-22 tell you what though, Sir. I'll see if i can't put together a more conventional style of railgun for those of a more military bent, will that suit you? "Im sure whatever you manage will be just perfect ma`am, and I look forward to seeing it," he replied. She inclined her head to him, "You place to much faith in me, i hope to give you something of quality in return." Smiling Prescot nodded, "I hope for your sucess as well. Now if you will excuse me please ma`am, I have a prior commitment." Again she nodded, staying in her laboratory, "I'll speak with you later Sir."