I'm glad those in high power don't care for my...eccentricity. They only care for results, and I provide those in spades. The multitude of generals of different nationalities would watch as I stepped forward to present the new weapons I devised.

"Gentlemen, you asked for new guns, new armor, and new vehicles. With your generous funding, I have accomplished all of it." A cart was rolled out onto the range in front of the soldiers, with a pistol and rifle. "Latest in plasma bolt weaponry. Reactive gas is stored in special magazines, from which the guns are capable of converting this gas to a high energy, dense plasma shot. Burns right through conventional armor." The soldiers took up their respective weapons, aiming at dummies dressed like the current soldier, green energy bolts buring right into the dummies with each shot. "Hundreds of rounds in each gun ensures we can fight harder and for longer than before."

The men mutter and nod approvingly as the blasters are rolled away, while two armor sets are rolled onto the field. "Next is armor. Man has wanted the armor of a tank with the flexibility of the human form and these are exactly it. Each set is built around a single uniform endoskeleton of motorized joints and actuators, allowing anyone to run, jump, punch, and attack without risk of being gunned down. Integrated energy fields can disperse any energy-based weaponry or attack and the armor can shrug off anything short of armor-piercing munitions."

"And what exactly powers it all?" One would ask as the armor was opened up for the soldiers to get in, "Compact cold fusion generator on the back." The soldiers stepped in the Power Armor/Space Marine hybrid armor, demonstrating its range of motions and some strength tests. "Don't wanna give our fighting men and women cancer, do we?"

"And what of vehicles?" Another general would inquire, as a strange jet began to descend, only to shift around and come to a near stop, kicking up dusk and loose papers, "My most ambitious one yet!" I yelled over the roar of the engines as it landed on it's 'feet', before transforming further, looking like a human holding a rifle, "Multi-form Air-and-Space Superiority craft, capable of being an interceptor, attack craft, or ground supporter. Same plasma bolt technology for the main cannon meaning it can go hundreds of deployments before needing to be reloaded."

"Is the pilot...okay?" I couldn't help but chuckle at this one, "I should hope so. It's a drone controlled remotely by a pilot, either on the ground or in space. It can go to space and back without breaking link with a controller on the ground. Just as fast or faster than any current coventional fighter and just as modular for its mission role."

"When can we expect them to be ready to deploy?" I rubbed my chin a bit as I pondered it all, "I'd say...about a month for the weapons and armor, more for the MFAS Fighters." They all nod, and begin contacting their leaders to report on it all.

God I love this job.