*HUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHH* The only thing that could mix better with yawning at this hour was sleep, and sleep was all that was on [REDACTED]'s mind once her rotation came about. Sitting with her head and arms resting over a touch-sensitive projection table, the sound of her wraith's weapons being disassembled was all that kept one eye flickering open and shut. Engineering, combat - this all wasn't really [REDACTED]'s "ideal" area of work. Guns were fun to mess with, and look at from everyone's point of view, but [REDACTED]'s interest lied more with life itself than the violent results of it. "FIREKISS plasma weaponry disassembled, waiting for requisition order, Spezialagent.""Scheisse!"[REDACTED] snapped up nearly slamming her head through the cushion behind. After a quick moment or two to remember why she was here, what she was doing, and what she needed to do; she tapped the table monitor a few times to see it flash on. The AESIR logo glowed for a second before several weapons and descriptions filled the monitor display. Heavy weaponry was [REDACTED]'s favorite; many preferred efficiency or something in-between, but not [REDACTED] - not at all. Beyond the standard FIREKISS plasma weaponry lied several classified weapons duplicated from mysterious original designs known to almost no one. The numbers in regards to power; range; hull and shield damage potential were obvious to everyone, not it's properties and origins however. HEIMDALLS as they were known to Sirius were quite handy, they got the job done and saved [REDACTED] the effort of constantly tracking a target for minutes longer than a pilot without. But still, maybe something new was in order...
Tapping the arrow button illuminated over the series of weapon descriptions[REDACTED] scrolled up and down, searching for something that might've jumped out a bit more than even the mighty HEIMDALL weaponry. "IRON HAMMERS", the stats showed a less overall discharge of anti matter, but more precision, and less energy requirements which alleviated the ship's core. "What are these?" She muttered to herself as she zoomed in on the mysterious weaponry. The discharge effect was unique, and all information behind the weapon itself was classified rather than unknown. "Weapon sample for IRON HAMMER.""Sample ready, proceed to WAFFENENTWICKLUNG, Corridor S, for visual display."[REDACTED] got up slowly, stretching quickly in accordance with her interest to see the display in person.