the Great Bastonian Empocracy (updated)

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KrankysFirebrand48
"Roger that Comms."
Dasha say it out loud despite it not being a two-way connection, as she swiftly guides the craft and landed on the pad without much of a hassle caused. After landing, she remains in her ship, waiting if there is any post-landing procedures.

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The internal scanners search through her ships for weapons, bombs or signs of biowarfare.

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normal x-ray scan goes smoothly, but when it is the time for biosensors, the entire interior of the ship lits up as if it is a cluster of organics.

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The in-hangar turret immediatly deploys. A large groups marines come running.
/Comms
"Ma'am we have detected multiple organic signatures inside your ship. May you explain why?"

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KrankysFirebrand48
"oh you mean the BAL? They are here to simply maintain the structural integrity and act as an escape pod if something went wrong, they are not harmful in any sort of ways, at least if the reactor of my ship runs normally...but of course I understand your concerns, so feel free to employ whatever isolation measures you got."

As Dasha's voice comes from the ship, a fully mechanical pda is ejected from the ship's dorsal port, and containing the little description of this BAL.

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/Comms
"You may exit your ship, slowly. We will keep an eye on the biosignature. If it moves we will deploy heavier ordinance. Once you have exited your ship we will pull your ship out of the hangar."

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KrankysFirebrand48
"Aye aye"
Dasha slowly steps out in a full silvery suit, while a suitcase, devoid of bio signatures, follow her steps. The bio signatures didn't even move a bit, probably happily feeding on the adequate power reserve.

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The soldiers stand down. One of the destroyers next the cruiser, which you can see through the hangar opening, shoots its tractor beam into the hangar, gently guiding the shuttle out and carrying it quite far away so that if it were a nuke, the defence fleets would be outside its radius.

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"...do I get some sort of ride after this?..."
Dasha asks lowly as she follows any instruction by the marines, watching her ship floats further and further away.

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"No, you will be launched into space and die." says one of the marines jokingly. His mate hits him on the shoulder and corrects him with, "Your ship will be pulled close enough for you to be able to get there in a brief spacewalk. You'll get a suite."
The diplomat from earlier arrives into the hangar. Seeing the large group of marines he gives them the "what in gods name all this?" look and walks up to Dasha.
"I'm sorry about all this, I'll have a talk with the security chief after this. Greetings once again." he stretches out his hand.

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"No, no. It's fine."
Dasha accepted the hand and did a handshake.
"I am Dasha, owner of the Forge of Babel. I'm here to establish proper connection, and to...eh, perhaps the second objective of mine is more applicable to be explained later on."

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"Very well. May I lead you to the briefing room? It stinks of fuel and burnt metal in here."

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"Sure, please do lead the way."
Dasha replied politely, and as the diplomat turns around, she turns her head and winks at the marine who made the joke, before turning back and follow the diplomat.

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The marines mate bumped him on the shoulder, encouragingly this time. "Not often you see that in service, eh?"
The diplomat takes her out of the hangar and walks towards the centre of the ship. They then arrive to a lift, which takes them to the neck of the ship. They walk through another corridor and finally arrive at a moderately sized room with a 8 seated table and a large screen.
"Take a seat."

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Dasha comply and sits down gently, the suitcase stops right within arms reach beside her.

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The diplomat sits down diagonally from her where the oval table starts curving.

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"So...um...how should we start?"

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He pulled out a holoscreen frame and activated it, then clicked a few buttons.
"Well you may present yourself and the Forge of Babel. First contact enjoys a lot of details so make sure to include as much as possible and I'll ask you some questions afterwards."

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KrankysFirebrand48
"hmm..."
Dasha thinks hard about what to be included, but eventually given up, along with a illusionary "pop" sound.
"We are the Forge of Babel, like our namesake, it is the product of mortals like you and your faction, to prove that we can rival entities even without divine bestowments. Being a forge, we provide service to everyone who can afford the price, and who bring the adequate material......any question so far?"

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He looked at her intrigued. "Mortals? So you are an entity?"

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"Well...sorta."
Dasha pulls out a small knife from the suitcase, a standard, stainless steel commonly used for cutting up food. She casually puts the edge on the other palm, and pull it out swiftly before stashing it away. As she open her palm, not even a mark remains, let alone any injuries.
"I don't even know where the limit of this physical resistance goes, but judging from research of one of our partner, there are some weak spots to this...which I prefer not to disclose."
Dasha smile slightly before continuing.
"Don't get me wrong, I was, at least once, a normal mortal as well, came from a certain faction named the XA Empire...do you know that faction by any chance?"