The M.I.S.E (Faction) (Update 8: REOPENED!)

zergRush99

Fort_Master_Gustav Gordon lathed abit and came closer to the table... "Im Gordon the Commander of a Market in your solar system... I mostly sell other stuff and matirials I find in deferent places of the Galaxy... Big part of my encome comes from weapons and Nano technolegy" Gordon writes it all to his little friend to translate it to them.

Fort_Master_Gustav

zergRush99
Whatever Gordon says, Wthral speaks back to the people of the room, and then relays the answers back.
"They say that they'd be pleased to do business with you, with the near completion of the space elevator, they say that they can interact with space much easier, they ask you what your costs are, and first of all they ask for whatever translator tech I have because it's been such a hassle communicating with other languages."

LeftHandofGod

Fort_Master_Gustav
Maglor merely nods and enters. He sits and asks "So what can my people offer yours? We are in dire need of supporting soldiers."

Fort_Master_Gustav

LeftHandofGod
"Probably industry-related things, since we've already received FTL tech, but we lack industry to produce anything in large scale, even in small scale."

zergRush99

Fort_Master_Gustav "Well, my price ia pritty much matirials the amount is based on what yoy want to buy... And another thing... I want this man to go exploring with me space, his family can come to... The translator tech is a very paintful preseder, he didnt felt any of this because he was in a hard coma after I accidently crushed him... "

Fort_Master_Gustav

zergRush99
After some minutes of discussing, Wthral talks again:
"Well, first off, they say that they'd pay to have some of these translators installed in them, even if it's a painful procedure it'd help tremendously i communication, or at least one of the transplants to study them, and once that has been fullfilled, I can go with you then, but I'd have to report back to them at least a month in some way."

zergRush99

Fort_Master_Gustav "I hope they know it will translate only our crab language... Nothing else." he said and took out a cigar and lighted it up... "I have another thing to sell" he took a sip from his cigar and said "Galactic maps... And Navigation computers for FTL usege..."

Fort_Master_Gustav

zergRush99 "Well now they aren't interested in the translators anymore, as they want more of a universal translator, but they'd definetly pay good ammounts of rare metals for new tech in general."

zergRush99

Fort_Master_Gustav "Good" he leans towords the tabel and a hologram of all the weapons he had, 1000 defenet kind of weapons, from simple rifles to massive c
Cannons, he looked at hus littel friend "tell me, you want to come with me?"

Fort_Master_Gustav

zergRush99
"Well, sure, but I think that first we need to stablish a way to communicate better, then we can stablish actual functional trading routes."

zergRush99

Fort_Master_Gustav "hmmm...I can make us the crabs talk on your language bit for that we need to scan all of your history and litreature... And I mean all of you litreature..." said the crab to his little friend.... "tell them that, but as Im going to use my ship for trading I will need some H8 for the fule... And FTL fule."

Fort_Master_Gustav

zergRush99 "Well, the literature isn't any problem, we have extensive databases with out literature, as for FTL fuel and H8? They've no idea what both are. Ah, also, it'd be an honour to accompany you people throught space, don't worry, I don't have a family."

RedAndCosmoteer

Fort_Master_Gustav He thought for a moment, "Perhaps we can... remove this entity for you. Is the general area of this 'plant' uninhabited?"

Fort_Master_Gustav

RedAndCosmoteer
"We have some mathematical models to predict this plant's behaviour, given how it reponded to our laboratory tests, but as far as we know, it can have died in the core, or be the whole core of the planet by this point, it'd be a very costly expedition to take, we're even planning on colonizing another planet on the system just because of that event, although we feel backed into a corner."

RedAndCosmoteer

Fort_Master_Gustav "Hm. I am unsure on how to proceed. I'm also unsure if we have the technology to probe the core of the planet, it has been done before but only once. ONCE. The team could only stay there for fifteen minutes before they had to surface, so we cannot help you there. For now, I can sign the alliance and give you want you want."

zergRush99

Fort_Master_Gustav "Well thats why we want to build a FTL fule factory on your moon, and a mine for H8... On your moon"

Fort_Master_Gustav

zergRush99
"Well it is our moon, so you'd have to pay in some way to be able to do that, well, of course, that is still to be decided with the trade deals."

zergRush99

Fort_Master_Gustav the crab wasnt happy with that "Oh I see.... So do you want this weapons? Or you want other stuff?"

Fort_Master_Gustav

zergRush99 "Yes, I'm sure that we can broker a deal for some tech, don't worry, we have space-ships to mine asteroids for precisous metals, later we can trade using that, rather than moon land"

zergRush99

Fort_Master_Gustav "Fine... But we will bring our space station here, and all of your peoplw will be able to buy from our market... Maybe not weapon, but other consumer goods."

Fort_Master_Gustav

RedAndCosmoteer
"Ah yes, all of the help is much welcome, here's the document."

The General gets a slip of paper that was on top of the table, with all the names of the multiple leaders on it, and hands a pen to Alrik, point at a blank space, the page's filled with strange symbols:

"Don't worry, it's mostly formalities, you won't be selling your soul here, it's just a small contract stablishing that we're allies, of course we can further it, make it better by other contracts, you get the drill, you must've done this a thousand times."

Fort_Master_Gustav

zergRush99 "Definetly! The richest of our world will be absurdly interested, and the income of new goods will definetly change the market in our planet in wild ways, for the better."

Wuthral the gets a paper slip from the table, which is signed by the leaders there, and hands it to the crab:

"Does your species do signatures? If so please sign this, it's basically a trade agreement, giving you tax-free trading on the system with out home planet, and a land plot in the moon in exchange of some technology that is yet to de decided, don't worry, we won't scam you, we probably don't even have the weapons to defend ourselves if you even get mad." (he chuckles, then hands him the paper slip with a normal blue ink pen).