Trade Platform Georgia (Station)

Dumb

HMS-Hood "Thats...a weird and non-beneficial failsafe...but eh, whatever i guess" Dasha mutter as she watches D'oro departs "Well then, Za Warudo!...heh" as soon as the door is closed, the interior space of the hanger is swapped with that of Dasha's pocket dimension. Finally able to use her powers, she hastily replaced the entire frame with a new one and cover it with a new layer of wood, without triggering any form of failsafe due to the uniqueness of the dimension. After the work, she quickly swap back the interior space into that of the hanger in normal space, and go to check on d'oro

HMS-Hood

Dumb she finds D'oro sitting down in the hallway cleaning his Makarov pistol with various parts of the gun splayed out across the floor around him due to the way he was sitting he had to remove his saber from its place on his belt and it was as this point the Dasha could truly see the beauty of this sword the saber had what appeared to be some kind of rose-wood for the handle with gold and ivory decorations at the very end of the handle there is a bright red piece of some kind of string with 2 two blue bands at the very end, engraved upon the blade is a mountain scene, the edge seems to be as sharp as a needle, in some sort of blue metal at the very start of the blade there is the words "brigader general d'oro" d'oro looks up at Dasha and says the following "well, don't just stare at it, you can pick it up if you like" gesturing to his saber with his boot by now he was already reassembling his Makarov pistol

Dumb

HMS-Hood "Don't mind if i do" Dasha picked up the saber and swiped her other hand on top of it, before putting it down "pretty fancy, but quite impractical with all the ranged weaponry around, or atleast that what i would assume...ahh by the way, your fighter is now completely repaired, though that propulsion package do make me want to do some additional modifications"

ONI

Compilatron The three crew members get up from their table, and stride over to the pick up counter. Paying and grabbing their food and return to their seats where they laugh with one another and talk while eating.

Compilatron

ONI Soon the crew was fed and the captain was happy with his chef's work, amassing a good amount of payment as well!

Rumours emerge within the crew that Captain Jack is looking to purchase a vessel with the funds they are acrewing.

HMS-Hood

Dumb "well we all go through saber training so we know when to use them and, if we're in close-quarters combat in the confines of for example a ship or a station," d'oro then stands up and picks up the saber "don't worry I have great control of the sword," he then thrusts the sword at Dasha pulling back his hand just before it reaches her neck so the tip of the blade is only about 2 inches away from her neck he then quickly pulls it away and puts it back into its spot on his belt he did this in a very, very short time and all in a singular motion "now as you can see that would have been faster than you pulling out a blaster or any kind of gun, but the only flaw is in open spaces and that's why we a have a Makarov" he then pulls his Makarov and spins it around his finger before returning it to its holster * Dasha then informs him about the engine* "oh, whats wrong?"

Dumb

HMS-Hood "Well...just personally speaking it is rather...bad for an engine so to speak, there ain't enough armor to protect it nor the wood around makes the engine easier to cool down, plus for the sheer size that it occupies, it ain't producing just enough thrust, not to mention the abysmal fuel storage. But...like i said, its just my opinion, as it is your craft after all"

whyhellothere

A Saturn Class Frigate warps in at a distance after detecting communications from its sensors. The crew decides to communicate with the station unknown to them.

"This is the Drucarrian Starship Golreon. We are new to space travel and we would like to interact with you. What is this station for and if possible, we would like to set up a trade." This message is sent out as a message to the Trading Station. They await for a reply.

Compilatron

whyhellothere A response is quickly sent by a comms operator.

"Ah... welcome! Welcome! This is Trade Platform Georgia, as the name implies, a trade hub. Currently all docking ports are occupied, so we cannot facilitate any transactions at this moment."

Compilatron

kola2134 "We'll see what we can do"

Munitions
2000 rounds of light arms ammunition (10 credits each)
1000 rounds of heavy arms ammunition (50 credits each)
25 rounds of cannon ammunition (250 credits each)

Food
432kg Fruits (40 credits per kg)
643kg Vegetables (30 credits per kg)
143kg Nuts (100 credits per kg)
0kg Meat (---- credits per kg)

Materials
1054kg Machinery scrap (75 credits per kg)
4000kg Base Metals (50 credits per kg)
100kg Rare Metals (1000 credits per kg)
50u FTL fuel (250 credits per unit)

kola2134

Compilatron
She looked at what the prices and amounts were listed, one of the people accompanying her handed the captain a tablet, she looked over it.

"God damn has it been this long since we resupplied?..." She spoke in a questioning tone to one of the officers that seemed to accompany her, and received a nod.

"We will take all the ammo, and fruits and vegetables. Along with 25 units of fuel. Our trip is still long and our livestock we are transporting need food a lot."

whyhellothere

Compilatron They'd reply back with the following,

"Hmmm. Alright, is there any way you could notify us if a docking port is unoccupied? If possible we'd like to reserve a spot."

Compilatron

whyhellothere "Hang on... good news, we can clear up a port with a station vessel."

Edward informs D'oro (@HMS-Hood) that their ship is going to be jettisonned to make space for the new vessel... until D'oro informs them that their ship is now in working order. D'oro's ship is soon moved to the new hanger bay, courtousy of Dasha (@Dumb). These ship logistics are enough to make Edward's head spin... but it still results in a free docking port for the Frigate.

D'oro's ship is moved into the hanger, allowing Dasha to easily work on it without need of EVA equipment.

ONI

Compilatron The crew converse about the purchase of this new ship. They think of what possible tech it might have, even more advanced than their own. Now the true meaning of their mission came to be. These people were not just simple merchant marines, rather agents from the Office of Naval Intelligence. Heading back to the HOP which was outfitted with the latest spying and espionage tech as well as a single Shiva Nuclear device.

HMS-Hood

Compilatron ((lmao the ship was already in the hangar))

whyhellothere

Compilatron They'd reply

"Alright. That's good news. Just notify us when you are ready, we'll be hanging out around here for a couple of hours."

Compilatron

HMS-Hood ((lmao))

HMS-Hood

Compilatron ((it's also already repaired lmao))

Compilatron

kola2134 "You're serious?"

Getting a nod as a response, Jack happily nodded. "Consider it done!"

The female captain and jack exchanged credits, before he nodded and ran upstairs.

Jack ran the instructions to the crew via the PA system, and a few men came running from the cargo bay. Each one carried empty crates, headed to the hydroponics garden, before returning with the crates full of vegetables. Jack himself headed downstairs to the cargo bay again, before rolling up a canister of FTL fuel, followed by two more.

After a brief interlude of hauling crates to the docking port the ship occupied, they had a large stack of food to last a while.

HMS-Hood

Dumb d.oro stares at Dasha dumbfounded "not enough thrust? not enough thrust!? the engine is so powerful it had to be limited to 65% max thrust because it would rip the craft in two and yes you are right it only has enough fuel for 28 minutes of fighting and yes, some ore coolant and armor could help b even then the engine is fine for its size" he said walking over to the plane to show her the specs of the engine

Dumb

HMS-Hood "..." Dasha, seemingly eager to launch a full presentation on the flaws of the craft, while also trying hard to remains silent, finally give up "Sigh...whatever, just leave it be, if you think that spacecrafts is a good idea, then so be it, if you got anymore things, go look me up in the original hanger. I'll be continuing the extension" she turn around and left the site, leaving D'oro in the hanger

HMS-Hood

Dumb D'oro tags along, "I'm sure I could be of assistance, after all, I was a welder before I joined the armed forces" he then pulls a tig welder out of his satchel and then says "damn am I happy they don't search bags before a flight"

Compilatron

ONI (in reality it's just a freighter, but heh)

Unimpeeded, the crew are allowed to depart, stomaches full and moral restored.