The latest Martian pop-punk blasts through the speakers in the nearly empty workshop. A single Martian stands there, wearing overalls and visor'd mask. Sparks fly from in-front of her, and on the table, what looks to be heavily modified Powered Armor. She bobs her head to the tune while welding the new armour. The takes a deep breath in, and heaves the heavy breast plate up, taking a couple steps to the right and dropping it down on a table with a thunk. She wipes her brow, having broken a sweat from the lifting. Glancing towards all of the pieces, a smile develops on her face. Lifting up the mask to reveal her face, she takes out her hand terminal, and taps on it. The suit had been linked up so she could make changes from a distance. One tap here, and the gun on the wrist whirrs to life, spinning up, and slowing down. Another tap there causes the HUD to enable, a feint red glow enveloping inside the helmet. "Fuck yea!" Naomi exclaims. "This'll shift the balance... No more clunky non-sense." She continues, tapping another button on her hand terminal, however nothing happens. "Wait- ah, shit!" The Martian shouts, grabbing the heavy boots, and with an effort, lifts them up and onto the workbench. Without another word, Naomi gets back to work, flipping the mask down, and examining the boots. Somewhere down the line, the mags stopped working. While working, even outside the workshop, banging could definitely be heard over the loud music. Whether it's methodical hammering, or Naomi kicking table legs in anger. The project had been a secret kept only to Naomi for quite a while now. She had read up on all of the documents regarding Powered Armor, she knows how her own works inside and out, as any good Recon Marine should, but she saw ways it could be improved. A 'Stealth' version, lighter, and capable of concealing heat signatures, while still retaining the mobility enhancements, and firepower that the regular armour does.