Earth

[Marissa Windsor]

"Of course dear... don't forget the recruitment event. And don't ditch your comm in the fountain again, it's not that I'm annoyed that you're ignoring messages and calls, it's that those things are somewhat water resistant and the last thing we need is some dirty wanker calling us because they took one of your comms. Same to you too George... you're on your fifth one, lose another and I'm strapping it to your arm."

[Prince George]

George stood, "I better get back to work myself." He fished into his pocket and drew out his communicator and set it on the table. "I don't need this anymore. I have a sub-dermal communicator. As you so eloquently said I do have a tendency to lose these."

[Marissa Windsor]

"I feel like those would cause cancer but... whatever... at least we can get in touch with you." Marissa said with a smile and a shake of her head. "And I do hope 'work' isn't a euphemism for something I won't like..."

[Prince George]

"I guess that all depends. Is it sex, drugs, and rock n roll? No. I have been communicating with Tony Tony Ryder out of AlphaTech."

[Marissa Windsor]

"That would be quite the coup if we could count on AlphaTek gear once again, after the Imperium Wars, all the old AlphaTek Starfleet equipment stopped working when he... what's the word... nerfed it all remotely. If you can get us reequipped... I will give you your own wing of the palace and you can do whatever depraved things you want, just... keep it out of the public and the press." Marissa said with a smirk. "Everyone at this table, your sister excluded... have their vices. We aren't children and mummy isn't watching us... we don't have to clump together in the same section of the palace like we have since we were kids."

[Prince George]

"Oh, it won't be AlphaTech gear, my dear sister." He reached into his pocket extracted a black box about the size of a deck of playing cards, and pressed a button. The box opened and with a mixture of transporter, and replicator technology George stood in the center of the dining room clad head to toe in vibranium armor.

[Marissa Windsor]

"Then who's will it be? Who made that? It's extraordinary!" Marissa said as she stood up and walked closer to him. "What is it made of?"

[Prince George]

"I made it, you pretentious...." George said in a robotic voice. The mechanical "eyes" glowing in a white-blue gave off no indication of the expression of the man behind the mask. "It's made from vibranium, that I bought from the New Federation. Impervious to klidens.."

[Marissa Windsor]

"Oh bullshit you made that?" Marissa waved her hand. "I've never seen you put so much as a shelf together and you're saying you built that? Out of something impervious to kildens? And it works?"

[Prince George]

"I'm just as smart as Ashley. I just never applied myself," he said in his robotic voice. "And of course it it works!" He suddenly engaged some sort of thruster system and lifted off the floor six inches and hovered around the the room before landing next to Marissa with a light clink of metal.

Then just as suddenly as it appeared, the armor dissolved leaving behind the original black box. "Tony assisted me with the software. I can build, but computer programming isn't what I'm best at, let alone incorporating an AI into the the suit."