Galactic Lihr & Mhertz (G.L.&.M) | Update 2: Updated Arsenal!

Fort_Master_Gustav

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The GL&M ships move to gather whatever blackboxes or evidence of what's happened as possible, and after that, they log the event, take multiple recordings of the situation, and leave the system.

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Fort_Master_Gustav
Unfortunately, Narcrus didn't keep blackboxes on their ships. Why would they when they can just remember things?

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A small trade ship jumps into a GL&M rim system, armed with 4 pulse lasers and equipped with a shield system, it'd be easy to mistake it for an armored transport if it weren't for the fact it's transponder was active and it's weapons clearly civilian grade. It's designated "Il Venti D'oro", as it drops into realspace nearby Space Port Harry.

"Hello, this is Pilot Harley of the Il Venti D'oro, requesting docking permission. We carry bulk components and fuel for trade."

Fort_Master_Gustav

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GL&M holds no actual "Rim systems", however, the easiest accessible parts of the company are the plethora of stations, spaceports, shipyards and factories spread across the galaxy that compose an intricate infrastructure system, which all GL&M transports use to transit around the galaxy safely, and well armed.
Nevertheless, within one of these systems, Il Venti D'oro finds the plentiful supplies of the lizard-based megacorporation. Harley is allowed to dock within docking area SV-07 (Small Vessels number 7), which, unlike other docking areas, is completely within atmosphere due to the small size of the ships that are usually docked to it.
Leaving the ship, he is welcomed to the atmosphere of that of a workshop, various overhanging tools, like freights, pulleys and cranes, three other ships close to his have one to three people surrounding them, pannels open with automatic wrenches and screwdrivers, tightening or losening bolts, measuring lubrication liquids, refuelling and reparing minituarized FTL drives.
A lizardwoman comes up to greet him, drying her lubricated hands in a piece of rough cloth:

"'Sup man, watchu want?"

Despite the usual nature of the lizards, she offers you a fist bump. A name at her chest, over her suspenders names her "Ehlerme"

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Fort_Master_Gustav The two men departing the ship, humans, were more than happy to accept the fist bump, given their greetings had generally been formal - sometimes threatening - this was a welcome change of pace.

"Ah, finally... so far we've had heavy lasers pointed at our ship and endless corridors of confusion... this is a welcome change of pace."

The man laughed.

"So uhh... Eth-er... E-le... Eh-lerm-ee? Ehlerme? Ehlerme... I'm Harley, glad to meet you. Can you tell me where I could find the quartermaster or trade broker?"

Fort_Master_Gustav

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"Well we don't usually shoot people around here, don't worry."

She ruffles some of her "hair", not really hair, but the remains of a mostly water-borne evolution, now a degenerated fin-like matter that grows around the back of the neck and on the top of the forearm, often brightly and beautifully coloured.

"Oh.. The station manager is... You go through that door there, and then you run along the corridor until you get to the room that has a plate above it that says Station Manager."

She points with a wrench to the door she mentioned, and stands there to see if the men require anything else.

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Fort_Master_Gustav "Thank you very much..."

The two men follow the directions down the corridor to the office of the station manager.

Fort_Master_Gustav

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The officer of the station is down the hallway, after walking through a relatively short corridor with many doors that lead to other rooms. They press a button requesting entrance, which is soon allowed as the door slides open with a smalll hissing noise, revealing the insides of a place that is somewhat better looking, cleaner and more decorated than the rest of the station, however, not remarkably beautiful.
It is a room with a few metallic shelves, some pictures hanging on the walls, a modest carpet on the floor and a large wooden desk with 3 chairs facing inwards. The station manager, a small lizardman with well-kept horns and scales, and slightly trimmed fins, of vibrant scale color greets them with the usual bow.

"Welcome to my station gentleman. I am Genershiop. In what matters may I assist you? Please, take a seat."

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Fort_Master_Gustav "Ah, greetings."

Harley and Trevor took a seat on a chair each.

"I am Harley, pilot of Il Venti D'oro. I was hoping I could interest you in some trade - or possibly employing some new crewmembers. We have a cargo hold of FTL fuel and bulk components, but we've plenty of credits for exchange too."

"We're... also interested in purchasing heavy weapon parts - enough for... 8 heavy lasers. we're more than capable of offsetting any costs."

Fort_Master_Gustav

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"Ah, of course. Here are the cost equivalence in marks at this location of standard FTL fuel, the components would have to be negotiated...
As for heavy lasers, we provide them in three categories. All of them are pulsed lasers, one serves as a point-defense system, the other is better for anti-ship roles, though it is generic. We also offer Musavian Ergospheric Amplication Cannons, a sofisticated gravitational laser, you may have a look while I gather the list of people who are up for hire."

The lizardman continues, one can see that he drags some words, perhaps having some trouble speaking the G-S16 stnadard language, however, it is still most understandable. He slides to both men a holographic tablet displaying what was previously informed, before looking off to his side to search through a computer inset into the table.

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Fort_Master_Gustav Harley starts cycling through the different laser options. "We'll take... hmm... we'll take a gravitational laser for trialling purposes, and the other 7 will have to be anti-ship lasers. If we find the products adequate, we may purchase more."

Harley submits his entry and begins sorting out holo-credits for exchange.

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"If you are interested in other products, feel free to give them a look. We have things within the budget of small ventures, worry not. Add the interested products onto the cart, and it'll automatically calculate the costs and the time it'll take to install it. Ehlerme is having a look through your ship and giving our system a few paremeters, don't worry she's a professional."

Genershiop talked whilst the searched through the database, however, it was clear that him talking was more done automatically than actually paying attention to the duo's responses. After a few more seconds, he continues.

"There we go, your tablet should display our hires. I'll tell the boys from stock to send the modules over."

Whilst he is absorbed within the computer, the two men are left to search through the options for hire, which are presented in the form of standardized curriculums:

Mhelerin, Gradop. 26, Female. Musavian;

Technicians Degree on Mechanical and Mechatronical Systems by the Federal Institute of Research and Technologies;

Research paper: The Benefits of Plastical Systems on Plasma Propeller Guidance Precision;

3 Years of experience on a GL&M ship repairs shop.

Kylie, 1, Female, Gel Person.

Standardized House and Ship-Keeping Matrix Injection, GL&M manufactury.

No experience on the field.

McGee, John, 31, Male, Human.

Mining Technician by the Federal Institute of Research and Technologies;
Plastic Explosives usage permit;
Demotions Expert by the Unified Qualification Courses College.

4 years private experience on Planetary Drilling and explosive mining, Planetsider Mining & Co;
2 years Asteroid Belt Explosive Mining, Galactic Lihr and Mhertz.

Below each of the hire suggestions, there is a detail of the price and the salary of each person, all of them accepting universal credits. Genershiop talks:

"Fewer than you'd expect. The Musavian Megaprojects are pulling people even from here, though they say that it's almost completed. Makes me happy that everyone's got enough to pay for their bread and circus, y'know?"

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Fort_Master_Gustav "We're interested in hiring John and Gradop, don't worry, they'll be well paid and conpensated for their transfer."

Fort_Master_Gustav

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"Not so eager boys, they have to accept the contracts too y'know. I don't own any people here to sell them, that'd be slavery, veeerrryyyy bad..."

He presses a few buttons and prints two replicates of a standard contract, specifying all the specifications that need specifying. He sets them nicely and puts them on the table.

"I reckon the two of them are around so if you wanna meet them, I can call them over. The products you ordered are now being loaded into your ship, if you want to go have a look in the docks, since it's the small docks, it's also the workshop."

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Fort_Master_Gustav (wait wait wait, lemme fix something heh)

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Fort_Master_Gustav "Alright, Trev, you do the paperwork."

"Wait bu-"

"I'll go help load up the laser parts!"

"Bu-"

Harley departed the room hastily, leaving Trevor with the paperwork. Trevor sighs, and start's filling out the paperwork... then he has an idea.

"Can you... pass me the contract for Kylie?"

Harley continues loading up the heavy laser parts into the cargo hold, as Trevor finishes filling out the paperwork, including for Kylie.

Fort_Master_Gustav

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"Huh..."

The lizardman sits the static for a few seconds, before continuing normally. He prints up the other contract, and hands it over to Trev

"Surely, here you go. Anything more?"

Within the workshop, Ehlerme is underneath another fighter of sorts docked in bay 01, busy finnagling with mechanical equipment. Meanwhile, two other lizardmen operate heavy machinery to ferry the lasers into the ship. One of them is clearly distinct from the others, as it comes in a much better and stronger container.
They barely notice the existence of Harley at first, but then realize that he is the owner of the ship, and ask him if there's any way he'd like them to load it up.

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Fort_Master_Gustav Trevor finishes the documentation in 15 minutes... and hands them back to Genershiop.

"Just don't crush the fuel canisters and you'll be fine"

It didn't take long, with Harleys guidance, for them to load the parts into the back of the freighter. Soon the ship's cargo was filled with the heavy laser parts, ready for deployment elsewhere.

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"I'd call them over to sign the papers now, but it'd be very unwise to not meet them beforehand, if you guys are to be their next bosses, I don't wish to formalize contracts between people who haven't a good synergy."

The lizardman gets up and acquires the three unfinished contracts into his hands, heading for the door.

"I've called them to the workshop already, come."

Three people walk into the workshop at once through one of the bulkhead doors.
The first one is a large man carrying a backpack and a large duffel bag, he sports a full face of beard that runs down to the full length of the neck, some'd call it impressive. Physically, he resembles a strongman, towering at 1,9 meters of height.
The second is a Gel person, she is quaint, flaccid strands of gel hairs drape no further than her ears, unable to obscure her eyes that scan the room hastly. Her semi-transparent gel is covered by social clothing: A long sleeve, modest skirt, and comfy slippers. She grasps a leather suitcase between her arms, rather than holding it by the strap. Physically, she seems more on the frail side, no taller than 1,7 meters.
Lastly, a lizardwoman enters the room, distracted and blowing bubblegum. She carries two bags, one on each arm. One of them is a tool bag, and the other, a larger duffel bag. She is wearing a hat, which indicates small horns. She immediatly leans onto the corner and sets the bags on the floor, looking around the room and dissecting the ships with her eyes from far away.

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Fort_Master_Gustav Trevor, following along to the workshop, immediately notices the new recruits. He couldn't help but feel a little outranked - just a botanist next to engineers and miners.

The gel person felt equally as discomforted, and shifts over to the corner where Trevor resided.

"I take it you're John and Gradop?"
"Aye, name's John."

Harley reached a hand forward to shake John's hand enthusiastically.

"Been a while since I've had solid work..."
"Well, you're in for the long haul. I'm Harley, quartermaster of trade platform Georgia. I've been looking for new recruits for our operation - miners, engineers, pilots. I'm happy to have found you all here today. As per the contract, any profit made will give you a direct cut for you - so far that's a 5% share each, with the remainder being kept for the station. I know it doesn't sound like much, but last month we've managed to make almost million credits. That's 50k each month. Be sure to pack everything you need, you might not come back for a while. And I hope for the best now that we're working together."

As Harley gave his introductory speech, he didn't notice the gel person in the corner. She just stood there...

Fort_Master_Gustav

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Genershiop says to the small gathering of people:

"Well I see that you all will get along just fine. Here's the contract to finalize it gents, it's been an honour to have you all on my station. Give the documents to Ehlerme when you're done, and you'll be set. Good luck you all! I will be back in my office."

He gives the documents to Harvey, and bows formally towards everyone. Leaving then by the door he just came in through.

Gradrop then speaks, in #2e82cc color:

"Sounds good to me boss, I can do all manners of repairs and improvements, it's a necessity to expand your operations. We'll be getting along just fine."

She asks for her respective contract, which she reads over, then promptly signs. Gathering her baggage and asking where to?