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

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BattleCruiserCommander (Xaneroth left the system and leaves behind the note, not Forge)

BattleCruiserCommander

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BattleCruiserCommander (I will continue nonetheless then)
//Transmission Start//
"Greetings, you are clear to dock in whichever dock you desire. If you prefer, we can also provide assistance via guidance light"
//Transmission on Hold//

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HarryRocks101 (eh...forge's docks are more like gigantic opened cargo containers, aka just a box in space, nothing fancy with clamps and stuff XD)
a sole womanly figure in suit waited just outside of the airlock, as if she has predicted the exact dimensions that the gigantic ship would occupy. Next to her is a hatch, the normal air-tight hatch seen in most primitive underwater or space travel, though judging from how the figure isn't wearing any life support equipment, there is probably air within the dock

HarryRocks101

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"With a loud clunk the military electromagnetic locks disengage and the pressure clamps release as a outline of armor folds up followed by a inner layer ramp folding down acting as a massive ramp for the large airlock to open"

Stepping out the Admiral followed by 4 Mrrshan advanced guard begin walking down the ramp in front of them 3 Alkari communication and cultural specialists the admiral begins speaking.

"Hello, finally we meet in person, your dasha I presume, the head blacksmith of this magnificent forge?"

BattleCruiserCommander

Dumb The offer is refused, and it slowly descends to the landing bay.

The small side-hatch door opens, with a small ramp under said door extending out and smacking the bay with a faint wham. A rather familiar face comes down the ramp, and requests to make a craft order.

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BattleCruiserCommander Dasha, standing at a distance from the door, is as usual in her formal suit, a hatch next to her feet like a "A craft order eh? well this way please, we do want to keep our customers' details in secrecy" Dasha said as she open up the hatch and signals the person to get inside

Terket

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The other one had said something after waving around to get comfortable with controls...
"Anything you can throw at this?"

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Terket Dasha pick up her cup, thought for a second and put it back down, before summoning what seems to be a pistol of some sort, but with an outstandingly thick barrel and a long structure extending from where the hammer should be, which Dasha simply puts it on top of her arm and rest her face on it, aiming at the requester "This is a modified 20mm hand cannon, currently loaded with one single titanium APDS bullet. where would you like me to shoot at?"

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HarryRocks101 "Indeed, Thank you for that complement, and you are?"

BattleCruiserCommander

Dumb He soon walks inside, heading toward whatever material the table is made out of.

Terket

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"...Anywhere, really."
The pilot turned toward the other.
"I wouldn't suggest that, --"
"I'll be fine. . I'm ready."

HarryRocks101

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I'm admiral Kaan of the 5th fleet of The galactic Federation of mantle, I've been dispatched to make a production order from your great forge.

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HarryRocks101 "Very well, please follow me this way" Dasha says as she open the hatch on the ground, and jumped inside. After entering the hatch, the group find themselves in a small space, with an opened door up front, Dasha sitting on a couch facing the said door while another empty couch faces the door with its back side. "Here, take a sit first if you want"

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BattleCruiserCommander Dasha follows behind, and stopped as the table is within contact distance with the visitor, with two couches on either side of the table "so...which couch do you prefer?"

HarryRocks101

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I apologize but I don't believe your couch can hold the weight of what a Mrrshan is made up of anyway to the deal I need your forge to synthesize a extremely dense bonding component similar to carbon but with a much higher connectivity component for a....let's say military reasearch.

BattleCruiserCommander

Dumb The man sits down on the left couch, just barely fitting in between the table and couch.

Super_Mapper

Sits in the corner in want to get mats but Redford

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Super_Mapper (judging how many deals my forge is getting, as long as you don't pop in a large force, large enough to trigger redford's defence response, i will accept your entrance and you can start dealing)

Super_Mapper

Dumb Sad Noveon noises

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Super_Mapper (no one tell you to ram your entire battlefleet for a single deal tho)

Super_Mapper

Dumb Proceeds to shoot noveon again and prepare an unralith light craft

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Terket "Hmm..." Dasha take aim, and before the requester know whats going on, Dasha is covered in a smoke cloud, three of the armor plates is missing from the formation, and a rather loud bang occur behind him. As he turns to see what happens, the three armor plates, appears without any damage, flies back to rejoin the formation, while a big streak appears on the ceiling of the room, possibly the damage that the APDS has caused "cough cough just so you know, that shot is aimed approximately an inch above your head, so if not for the RCDS, you would probably have a nice middle cut to your hair" Dasha said as she waddle through the smoke, waving her hand to clear her vision "So...anymore that you want to test?"