Compilatron "Hey, we are back"
Dasha suddenly yell at the scrap pile, when an axe, The Axe, launched from the depths of the scrap pile, and landed right in front of Dasha, miracle-ly didn't remove the nose
Ya know, if you launch it a tad bit to the right, Miss Angelica here would be very upset of our services"
Dasha slowly pick up the axe and hand over to Angelica
"Oh, i though its just you"
A ghastly Dasha appeared at the top of the scrap mount, her sunken eyeballs and dirty clothes seems to indicate she had worked hard for perhaps days-
"Cut the bullcrap, we don't even feel tired in here"
"tsk, thought it can fool you so you can let me rest"
With a snap of her finger, ghastly-dasha is no longer dirty anymore, and of course her face returns to normal
"So...progress?"
"Finished"
"Even the ship?"
"It is gleaming in the hanger along with that random capital ship that we got previously"
"And the station?"
"well..."
"well?"
"Sigh...see it for yourself"
Station status (Work from Dasha +100)
1d100+100=150
The scrap mountain slowly disappeared as ghastly-dasha kicked off a few pieces, revealing a fully operational station, plus a few add-ons which looks like a carwash facility and a spray painting garage merged together
