ComradeShiba //Transmission Starts//
"hmm....well depending on what sort of material you chose to provide to us,we can make anything ranging from a tiny toothpick to a planet-sized fortress,with enough time of course....in case of any interest of our service,you can dock over on the Southern port #1,please be advice that any accidental collision will result in serious consequences"
//Transmission Ended//
for some reason,as soon as the transmission ended,a weird sensation seems to "wear off" from all crew members on board the transport...lights begin to light up around the transport,and form asmooth route to the south of the moon