Not So Idle Hands [Solo/HIVE]

A tall, slender man dressed in a lab coat was making his way through the sprawling halls of the academy. He was escorted by his own bodyguards and the head of security, whom he was discussing matters of importance regarding the academy's security. He was going through a visual map he had stored on his new HIVE issued Ipad, which was much better then his actual Ipad but limited to using the academy's own personal infrastructure. On the matter of the academy's layout, Henry was not liking the amount of entry and exit points. Though it would certainly come in handy for getting everyone out, a wise enemy could use that to their advantage. He hoped no one figured out all the entry points.

It seemed like to him the most worrying area was the northeastern section of the campus. "So what do you purpose we do? We already have the standard security measures in place, not to mention the security checkpoints throughout the campus," the Security Chief inquired gruffly. They passed some Techs and engineers doing some work on the campus wiring- Henry had noticed through some of his experiments a fluctuating power grid and naturally wanted it fixed.

Henry began to sign, which his personal assistant translated for the chief who didn't understand sign language. "That's all well and good. But in the event someone DOES get in here- either an army our the Teen Titans; what do we have to stop them?" The Chief frowned in irritation, clearly not liking someone like Henry telling him his business. "We are fully stocked to handle any army today that someone could send. And as for the titans- don't we have students and teachers who can handle themselves?" The Chief countered.

Henry began to sign again, "An Army today that you have seen. While I worked for STARS, I can assure you a conventional army is not the only thing to worry about," Henry's assistant translated for him. "So I guess that's why she has you here then. To build us the tools we need," The Chief more in concession then stating. Henry simply nodded as he gestured to what appeared to be a small chute. The only difference was that the latch was connected to the ground.

"These for example, are part of a delivery system for a prototype battledroid" Henry signed as his assistant translated. "There something I'm missing? Cause that looks pretty small compared to the CYCLOID models we've been using," The Chief commented. "Rest assured, it is perfectly big enough for the prototype. Don't worry about it," Henry assured him as the continued their way along. Henry went over some more notes of interest. "I have other matters to attend to, so just make sure when the techs come by that you don't get in their way," Henry signed, which wasn't meant to belittle the chief but there was no other way to say it off the top of his head. The men parted ways as Henry made his way into his private labs to continue his work.

Henry arrived at his labs without any further interruptions, walking passed techs refitting CYCLOIDs with actual hands instead of the standard, crab-like pincers. In another part of the room, one of the CYCLOIDs was firing a beam of energy using some of the new "chaos drives" he had created by altering Xenothium. It did everything he imagined it would, including the degradation of anything exposed to it. They could extend the hardware's functionality by hardening the Drive's containment cell; took longer for the stuff to get through to the hardware.

He double checked with one of the "prototypes" he had mentioned, which was fully functional. They were just testing it thoroughly before mass producing it. The chief concern on his mind was one of the titans. He had enough eye witness accounts to paint himself a picture. None of this would matter if Hotwire could just effortlessly disassemble them mentally. What was he to do about that? If he were to guess as to how Hotwire did these things, he would assume some kind of dampening field or energy shield could block him out. S.T.A.R.S had experimented with psionic proof technology before. But what if it wasn't mental and more electromagnetic? He'd need to look into this matter more closely.

He continued observing as his techs did their assigned tasks, giving him time to go over Lillith's "instructions." The only thing he had a major concern with was... a weapon. That definitely screamed Megalomania. He was working on something, wasn't meant to be a weapon... but he supposed theoretically it could be used as such. That was the problem with scientific progress, someone would always eventually use it for a weapon. The scope of the project was staggering though. But so long as she got him what he needed, it'd eventually get there...