[color=000000] [center] [h1][i][b]The Vault[/b][/i] [/h1] [/center] [/color] 
[@Gurren1]

She watched the male with a brow raised arms crossed as she began to calculate her pay. 20 caps, not to bad for just a day of work, but it wasn't that she was interested in. The moment she told her sister what was going on the red head had already began to try and crack what she called another code in life. A few plans in her pocket neatly written by the girl herself. The girl's words ringing in Eden's head. "just give these to whoever in charge, I still can't find a power source big enough but maybe they do."

She recalled her sister trying to explain exactly what it was she was trying to build but honestly she couldn't get her mind around it. The girl was gifted in the mind in a way that Eden could never understand. Watching the others begin to move, some trying to sell explosives and ammunition for a handful of caps she began to shoulder her way through the main camps. Ignoring the stares one or two gave her as she looked through the tents trying to pin point the guff looking male that gave out commands.

"What's your business?"
A soldier armed gave her no time. His glare a hash one for a thief she simply put her hands in her pockets, giving no sign of attack as she nodded her head to the pathway the man went through. "I have something for him" her voice was quite, a bit hoarse even from ill use yet the guard did not seem to buy her explanation. 

Rolling her eyes she looked back at him, a piercing stare when he said that everything can be given to the traders, not their commander. Not one for charisma she simply rose her arm, her knuckles knocking on the shack door in a rasp due to her gauntlets while she maintained eye contact with the one who tried to stop her.

Ignoring the others she pulled out the plans her sister made when she heard the door. Neat hand writing for every side, every circuit of the creation that was being pulled from the girl's mind with beyond detailed explanations of what was needed, the only thing that was missing was a power source. "Just an idea" her job from Auroa complete she locked her gaze with him for only a moment before she was pulled away, apologise echoing through the air while she made no further attempt to run, instead trying to find something she could use to get her hours in.


[color=000000] [center] [h1][i][b]Aurora[/b][/i] [/h1] [/center] [/color] 

[@Crossfire]

"Thats it! Why didn't I think of it sooner!"

The sound of wheels over steel and concrete bounced off the wall inside the work space. The red head having to hold her arms out against the wall to stop herself when she turned her chair. Documents on the shelves she was already grabbing them, bring forth calculations from her head alone as she furiously began to write. The components of a compressed laser rifle with a battery pack the size of a fat man lye on the table. A creation from her mind alone, looking to be an ugly thing till one saw the amount of power it could have. 

A  pen in hand, the paper began to fill again, fusion cores showing up in detailed art works as she crated the image from memory in every component. "If I use a fusion core as an initial battery and take out the original calibration for power out put I could make it even stronger but....." A sigh escaping her lips she leaned back in her chair, the break-less wheels causing her to slid across the room as she looked at the ceiling. "But the amount of juice needed to cut a vault door would make it good for only a few minutes....God dammit!" 

Running her hands furiously through her mane she groaned. Hopefully Eden did as she asked. The idea that pepole were trapped was eating away at her mind and yet every answer she came up with also had a problem included. "Why can't I have some lost tech or something?" Putting her hands back on the wheels of her chair she began to roll, getting back to work to try and find the answer at a different angle, her hand reaching for the radio she turned it to the news to find whats going on in the world only for a story covering a weapons specialist by the name of forge. 

Ears perking at the sound she stopped her hands for a moment. Listing in when the person on the other end began to explain how a brilliant weapons enthusiast killed another customer because he didn't respect a commission that was made. A shudder running down her spine Aurora shook her head. That is someone she would not want to cross paths with. What was his idea on respect? Did it change and he would just snap at anyone?

Yet another crazy idea began to creep in her mind. She was stuck, her sister had no idea how to help her with getting the vault open and she needed another mind. The radio was her main connection to the outside besides Eden and so, with a heavy breath she changed the channel, bringing out a mic she made a while ago without her sibling’s knowledge as she connected with the trading posts.

"Hello? Testing, yes this is a weapons smith calling in about mr forge, dose he. Dose he talk to people on radio at all?" Already she was picking up her pen again, trying to get the information needed in order to contact the crazy person.