The Forge of Babel (Temporarily closed, accepting rare materials)

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Soundbust11 "alright then...... what range do you want your swords to be operating from your enemies? and in what degree of power do you want the psychic attacks of the swords to be?"

Soundbust11

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"We're perfectly fine with any range of engagement, from literal melee to lightyears away. As for power, the ahem users of the blades are supposed to safeguard my people against any threats the regular military might struggle against, so the more powerful the better."

Fort_Master_Gustav

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Observing the space around itself, the forge seems to be perfectly aware of its surroundings. That awareness comes handy, when they soon realize an event happening quite close to the forge itself: Space seems to get more and more random, as that is alarming, eyes are pointed towards it, only to reveal the aftermath.
A small 10x10x10 common-metal smooth black cube seems to float in space, waiting to be collected.

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Fort_Master_Gustav (i got a bad feeling about this) An unmanned shuttle is sent out to retrieve the cube, and immediately toss it into the hanger hatch for testing...
In that particular pocket of space, the cube lies in the middle of what seems to be a metallic room with no entrences, as Dasha slowly prepare the necessary equipment to analyse the material of the cube

Fort_Master_Gustav

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The material of the cube seems to be almost completely a type of consistent common metal, seemingly not special. However, the consistency on its density and composition leads one to unveil another secret: It seems to have an internal system, activated by some kind of etching on the outside.

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Fort_Master_Gustav "Uh....weird carving? and stuff inside? this is getting some dejavu out of me tbh,but eh,what could go wrong anyway..." monologing to herself, Dasha slowly inspect the exterior inscriptions with a scalpel, hoping to activate the mechanism

Fort_Master_Gustav

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The mechanism activates as one of the external etchings closes a metallic circuit made of different trace ammounts of metals, thus, triggering a chain reaction that completes itself as the top of the fox unfolds in half.
From within emanates a type of holographic projection, white bars and the lack thereof, indicating, upon analysis, a sort of binary encoding that, translated to G-S16 standard, reads:

We have come upon a great ammount of information regarding a common enemy, one that must be dealt at once. That being said, we are willing to partake with such information in utmost secrecy, for a given price. There is an auction to be hosted at the following coordinates, make sure to bring someone who represents your nation, the matter is to be further discussed in the location given.

Then, the message translates to the following coordinates: https://forum.cosmoteer.net/d/11155-a-coin-toss-into-the-void

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Soundbust11 "hmm... So just like last time, the swords would need 54.5kg of the material from the dark dwarf's core,54. 5kg of thermosteel and 218kg of packsteel, and for this brand new psychic add-on... We would prefer 12kg of the new material, all of which is of course including the cost. As for the design..." Dasha, as usual, summon a stick out of thin air and expand it into a display screen, showing the original sword design "We would replace the dull edge with the new material instead of the usual packsteel, while the packsteel will be used to act as a pseudo-barrel as well as protection for the new dull edge, as well as a button that makes the user thinks it's a trigger for the psychic blast, which most likely will shoot like a bullet from the 'barrel', but as what sort of projectile, that's probably up to the user's imagination...... Is it clear so far?"

FangTheCat

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An Ekere Remna fleet warps in, It's clear the ships have been dormant for a long time.

Loading Transmission. . .
Automated Transmission Loaded.
//Transmission Start//
"We are in need of your service. Details Classified due to outdated security."
Requesting Permission for Ires Docking."
//Transmission End//

The large ship in the front of the fleet moves forward, signifying that it is the Ires, While the smaller ship moves in to take its space.

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FangTheCat "Docking permission is granted, feel free to pick a hanger for landing or we can also provide autopiloting if you wish. Though it is recommend to have the rest of your ships entering the forge together or leave the Redford Republic space as the Redford is currently having an entry ban"

The_Overseer

@Dumb @BattleCruiserCommander
On the outskirts of the capital system whose people bears the name "Redford Republic", an object appeared, ignoring any sovereignty that such a nation had over the cold emptiness in which it found itself; the shape of which was that of a perfect sphere, apparently composed of smooth white stone, whose diameter was not larger than 10m. Any scan really didn't give much, but there was a kind of life form inside it, since a small but constant heartbeat could be heard through the transmissions.. Most likely, it was a kind of ship, quite irregular, but one would suppose that the Forge of Babel would have witnessed stranger things, and yes, the reason behind the strange appearance was surely due to the current position of the Forge .

The sphere remains in the same position in which it appeared, surely waiting for some response.

BattleCruiserCommander

The_Overseer (Here comes another one) The massive navy gets into attack/defensive positions, as a small surveillance droid goes to cut the sphere to get the small creature out.

The_Overseer

BattleCruiserCommander

The sphere held its place without showing any trace of surprise or terror in its actions, which were few or almost non-existent; and it prepared itself to escape if necessary, but that was the last option, the message had to be delivered, not because the message itself, but for the reasons of what lay within the sphere had.

"Stop"

A red energy shield materialized between the space that existed between the droid and the sphere, starting at a specific point and then expanding so that it formed a beautiful hexagon that divided the gap between the fleet and the droid from the white sphere.

"I do not seek to carry out any hostility, simply my presence is due to the orders of my master, who wants me to meet the people behind the forge, and then deliver a message to them".

"I'll leave when I'm done. I await your response patiently"

The voice, feminine without a doubt, spoke calmly and with a love almost like that of a mother who speaks to her children. All of the above was transmitted to the fleet, such transmission contained only audio, no images, not like some nations that choose to transmit their audios with the flag of their nation, no, this time it was not known exactly who could be, now only There were 2 options left, to trust its word, and maybe, suffer in the future, Or do what only cowards, but certainly the smart ones, would do ...

It doesn't need to be mentioned, you already know it.

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The_Overseer (well... Uh... Mind if you give a cue to the forge? IC the forge won't really hail anything interesting that's floating in Redford Capital space, as ~~tbh there is rather a large amount of "interesting stuff" that's in here~~ ~~that's the job of mainframe to poke with stuff that shouldn't be poked~~ there is a lot of transport flow in a capital system anyway)

The_Overseer

The_Overseer @Dumb @BattleCruiserCommander

"More important tasks have arisen that require my presence. In the near future I will return ... I hope everyone remains alive until then."

And with the ease that the strange object appeared, it disappeared. But be prepared, this will not be the only time you and "it" cross paths, the future is uncertain, but fate is not.

FangTheCat

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"Noted"

The other ships warp backwards out of the territory, while the Ires moves to the nearest open hangar and docks.

The ship powers down what was a deafening hum becomes nothing. Metal parts of the ship slide around, repositioning armor.

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FangTheCat a womanly figure, occasionally fizzle like a poorly connected projection, is found standing just next to the ship, observing the shifting armor plates and waiting for the visitors

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Dumb @Soundbust11 ey yo you forget to pick up the buff

Soundbust11

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"Those numbers seem a little low... you are considering the large size of the blades, yes? They are not in the slightest intended for infantry use."

"As for the design, it does seem straightforward enough. May I suggest the use of some form of thrust to augment their already extensive mobility?"

FangTheCat

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When the ship opens up, Two Ekero, gelatinous creatures with an internal skeleton made up of hard plates, and one Sentinel, a machine designed by the Remna to have free will, exit the ship.

The sentinel wears gilded armor while the two Ekero have standard gray armor.
The sentinel bows.

"My name is Bolas, and would prefer to be referred to as such."
The two Ekero, each wielding an energy weapon of some sorts, stand down, holstering their weapons into attachment points on their armor.

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FangTheCat "Greetings representative Bolas, i am Dasha, the representative, owner and receptionist of the Forge of Babel. Please follow me this way to a more secured place before we start discussing the details" the woman turned and wave her hands upward, opening a hatch in front of her and dropping in

FangTheCat

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Bolas nods, turning quickly to grab some sort of case or container from one of the soldiers who had it on their back. He follows silently.

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FangTheCat Below the hatch locates a narrow corridor, which leads to a conference room of some sort, with sofas and desk, as well as a coffee machine with only a singular button. "sit down if you please, so what help do you require from us?" Dasha said as she summon a cup out of thin air and press the coffee machine's singular button

FangTheCat

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"We require assistance creating more of this technology.."
Bolas sets down the case and opens it, Taking out a small object with glowing edges.
"It's the Last of its kind. An Absence Core. This particular one appears to be aged several thousand years.."
He carefully sets it down on the table.
"What makes it special is that unlike our normal cores, powered by the Mirum, it uses the Absence.. yet it doesn't work as our knowledge of the Absence insists it should. Instead of taking energy from whatever it's placed in, as the Absence does, it instead powers. With greater output than Our Four Strongest Stars.."

He pokes the center of the core, triggering a small lever which slightly unfolds the core, a hole in the middle allows view to a beautiful wave of colors, some which cannot be described.

"Even more curious.. It has no affect when simply being active. Our Current Absence Technology is incredibly volatile, due to the fact that using an object as a conduit to the Absence should have more destructive power than a Black hole if not kept in check. Yet this is stable, and luckily for us, Strong enough to withstand a Mirum Discharge, which was found out accidentally when some Fool decided to overcharge the Voidcore of the facility holding this, we have yet to catch them but we know who did it."

"What's worse is we know how to build them. And We have. But they never work as this one has."
"We hope that your forge could produce these.. Starting with one as a test, and if proven successful, We will create More. And In thanks, you will get the materials you asked, along with Partial Funding from the Ekere Remna."

He Stares at the core, putting it back into the case, which he closes and carefully slides towards Dasha.