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

FangTheCat

Dumb
Bolas nods..
"Materials are here, I'll leave on an Onoa later on. I'll notify you when it enters the Void Rail. Thank you again, for this."

Meanwhile, The Venata-turned Ires slows itself.. as if somewhat surprised by the message..
/Transmission Start/
"We.. Require.. That.. Device.. The Pseudo-Ekerens do not deserve it.. We are the.. Rightful.. Owners.. of this... Technology..."
"We.. Know.. They're.. Here.."
/Connection Lost/

The shards protruding out of the ship shift slightly, if not silenced by space, it would be deafening.

Dumb

FangTheCat "Eh no problem, it's all part of the deal which we both agreed on, plus it is us who would probably gain more from this anyway"
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//Transmission Start//
"Hmm... well maybe they are indeed here, and maybe they are not, who knows? But as long as anyone is in the Forge, they shall be considered as customers, and shall automatically fall under our protection and regulations, which include protecting the customer's privacy. Of course, you can try striking a deal on us for the production of the device, but you gotta provide the materials and the dimensions of the target product that way, so...it's your call, wanna come enjoy our service?"
//Transmission End//

FangTheCat

Dumb

Bolas nods again.
"I would prefer us to both gain from this, perhaps we could use your services more often, or even assist you."

Transmission Start
"Wh-What is This... We.. Accept.. These.. These Terms.."
A series of garbled screeching and a rising chant, in an unknown language.. followed by a loud bang and silence.
"What.. Do.. you.. Request.. for the Core?"
"Where.. Do.. We..."
"We... Land.."
"Dock.. Where."
Transmission End
(Venata are very bad at English, and tend to use brute force and self-destruction to get what they want.. so this comes as a surprise to them.)

Dumb

FangTheCat "Of course we would wish for more deals...the more the better" Dasha smirks as she walk towards the machine to refill her cup "But...other forms of assistance are not preferred as the stance of an independent forge being assisted is quite....bizarre, thanks for the offer though...so, how's the status of the rest of your fleet?"
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A hole devoid of any light opens up in the middle of the forge, with guidance light pointing towards the Venata-ed Ires
//Transmission Start//
"in consideration for your special status, please dock at the special dock in front of you...we promise that we shall not harm you in any way unless in a self-defense manner...as for the details, we would advice you to dock first as privacy of customers is still one of our top priority"
//Transmission End//

FangTheCat

Dumb

"I understand. We do have a ship waiting to pick us up though, so you do not need to worry about that."
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The Venata ship slides forward slowly, the outcroppings slide back in order to allow more space for the ship..
If the forge or Dasha had the ability to hear within the ship.. several murmurs could be heard as the ship docks.

"Prepare.. Currency? Galactic Credits.. or.. Old Ekeren.. Ducats."
"Dust off.. my.. cloak.. no.. Armor.. yes.. Armor.. Ceremonial Armor.. Remove the unneeded attachments.. this is.. a meeting.. not.. A.. battle. It.. has.. been very a long time."

Dumb

FangTheCat "Neat...as for the core...." she lift her hand towards the pile of materials and close her hand into a fist before pulling towards her, as the materials answer her call and flow towards her, filling up the respective parts of the transparent core till it is completely identical with the other, original Absent core "this is made identical down to atomic level,so let's hope the Absence core works by its actual properties instead of some irreversible magic carvings. Here, try it out if you want" Dasha gently push the replica and it slide towards Bolas very slowly
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Upon entering the special opening, the Venata-ed Ires find itself in the middle of a completely white room, a humanoid female seemed to be standing there just next to the ship, awaiting for any dismount from the corrupted ship

FangTheCat

Dumb
"Only one way to find out.. luckily my consciousness is backed up at home.."
Bolas once again retracts the metal plates.. taking out the Voidcore, and hesitantly placing the new Absence core in its place.

At first, nothing happens, then it seems that Bolas shuts down, slumping over, the two soldiers stop moving, to see what's happening..
Less than a moment afterwards, the machine becomes rigid again, energy of indescribable colors flows from its exhaust ports. When Bolas speaks, it seems slightly different, abnormal.

"It works.. That is a surprise to me.. what's even better is I didn't explode this time, likely due to the newer materials and lack of age... How many more can be made.. and how Quickly?"
In a pulse of energy, Bolas stands on the other side of the room, although his body seems to be near melting temperature, it quickly cools to its regular metallic shine.
"Wonderful!"
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As the Ires docks, several outcroppings move out of the way to allow for a path to be made.
Out of the ship comes a tall figure wearing an armor colored in a bright silver and shined to near perfection, unlike the figure itself.. A Sentinel, similar in appearance to Bolas, but covered in biological flesh, with several missing pieces. The left leg of the machine is completely made up of biological matter, along with the machine's head, which seems to have multiple eyes in addition to the Sentinel's built in cameras.

"I.. Am.. Vurza.. We.. may not shake.. ... .. Hands."
It points with its left hand to its right, which is made up of three bone-like claws attached with grotesque Venata flesh.

Also from the ship comes a single Soldier, entirely made up of the Venata biomass with artificial plating on the outside. It carries what looks like a salvaged energy weapon, and on its back a very large spike with small outcroppings resembling a sword.

The Sight would be horrifying to anyone untrained.. and disturbing to those that are.

Dumb

FangTheCat "It really depends on how many materials you brought, we shall obtain 20% of the total materials for the service fee, and shall use the remaining to make as many as there can be, as for duration..." Dasha snapped her finger, and instantly ten transparent cores are floating in midair, waiting for the same procedures, while she just sits there smiling rather intriguingly, "Lets just say... instantly"
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"Huh..." Dasha's facial expressions didn't even change a slight bit, as if she had seen things way worse than this, "Fine with me i guess, so do you want to remaining standing or have a place to sit as well like how we would usually treat our customers?"

Dumb

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

FangTheCat

Dumb "We brought Some materials.. but not enough for what we need, I myself am surprised this even worked."

He taps a series of buttons on his wrist, and moments later a Cargo ship arrives, Albeit Much larger than the smaller Alunirs.

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"We.. Want normal.. treatment.."
It tilts its head in different directions, looking at its surroundings..

Dumb

FangTheCat "I'm sure the large hangers located at the north pole would fit those nicely, do pick one that you desire to dock at and notify me so i can link that hanger to here as well"
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"Alright then" with a single finger snapping, sofas and tables appear in the middle of Dasha and Vurza, along with a drink dispenser behind Dasha. Upon contacting the sofa, Vurza notice that although it can still spread the corrupted mass above the material, for some reason corruption of the material is impossible, as if the sheer rules of physics is reversed for the item "Oh don't worry, nothing here will cause any harm, please do take a seat." Dasha gently sits down, signaling Vurza to do the same

Soundbust11

Dumb
"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?"

Dumb

Soundbust11 (Yea... the first deal regarding the blades were done via density of steel, so the numbers are a bit weird, and so will this one as i can't make this number to be greater than that one for the 30 blades... ~~uh...if you really want i can edit all of them, which will maybe give a much larger number~~)
"Oh don't worry, we did consider the gigantic size of the blade itself...plus it's the side of our loss to use our own stock of materials to finish the deal due to our mistakes anyway, which will probably never happen cuz we value our stockpile much" Dasha once again take a small sip from the herbal tea of sorts, which judging how many sips Dasha had take, this cup seemed to have a self-refill option as well "As for propulsion...well the blade's mobility is already suffice in our standard, as additional vector thrust will only make the blade to become even more unstable with its own controls, or even enlarge its mistakes against certain beings that we had noticed, making it even more exploitable...but if you wish, we can add bits of vector thrust all over the blade with a little sacrifice in terms of total integrity if you want"

FangTheCat

Dumb

The ship immediately begins moving towards a dock near the north pole.. Multiple Sentinel machines immediately work to move the cargo.
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Vurza at first begins to stay standing up.. then slowly sits.. His left hand rests on the cough, while the right is kept hanging in the air.

The Soldier behind Vurza creates a Gurgling noise followed by the scraping of metal plates..

"No.. you'll do... no.. such thing... here."
Vurza raises his right hand, with one of the claws pointed straight up.
The soldier steps back quickly, its head jerking around as if it's fearful as Vurza lowers his hand.

Soundbust11

Dumb
"If you are so certain with your design's mobility, then I suppose we can trust you in that regard. You'll understand that my superiors are not all that fond of "supernatural" elements, unpredictable values can be a pain in the heat of battle."

Dumb

FangTheCat "So....mind telling me the exact amount of materials that you have brought? we do want to keep with our policies after all, and uneven distribution of benefits caused by miscalculations is an unacceptable error for our kind"
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Not interested in meddling with the customer's own affairs, Dasha simply ignore the little exchange and move straight onto business "So...... what 'core' do you request us to produce? dimensions and materials are prefered to be stated, but we can still make it work with some additional steps if you wish"

FangTheCat

Dumb
"Each cargo container has 2 tonnes of material, with the amount of each being exactly equal to be proportion of a core."
"We have 88 Containers on the sides and 62 down the center, for 150 Containers."
"That's 300 Metric Tonnes of material. If we Exclude payment, that's enough for 300,000 Cores, Not sure we'd use them all, but While we can get them, we should."
"A single core weighs roughly a kilogram."
"Any material left over, other than payment of 30%, you may keep."
He leans forward slightly.
"Our Fabricators have had harder jobs to do in the past, that minor material loss would be nothing to what we could gain with those Absence Cores."
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"Absence Core.."
"Materials... We do not know the names.."
With his left hand, Vurza activates a slightly worn-down projector on his arm, which displays a hologram of 3 Materials' atomic structure.

The materials shown are the exact ones the Remna uses...
"The.. Dimensions?... yes.. The Size, shape.. measurements."

Vurza raises his right hand, a tendril of flesh whips out and oozes a near-black biological material.
"Apologies... for.. the mess."
The liquid leaks onto the table, until the flesh tendril winds itself back into Vurza's arm.
The strange liquid seems to reform, stacking on itself and hardening, occasionally breaking and re-liquidating to relocate..

Once everything stops moving, Urza places a claw over strangely-shaped dark gray mass.
The gray becomes a smooth pale green covering, with parts of the box disintegrating.
What's left behind is a near-perfect replica of an Absence core, albeit non-functional. It even has the moving components of the original, It's measures exact within half of a nano-meter.
"As.. For.. How many.. That is a question the Ancients didn't answer.. me."

Dumb

FangTheCat "As you can judge by the demonstration right now, unfortunately there won't be additional gain other than the promised 20% payment for us, so that's a total of 240 metric tonnes for the production of the Absence cores, and the remaining as payment..." Dasha paused and summoned a piece of contract out of thin air, while continue to multiplying the transparent core "molds" at the back end of the room, filling it with the material at equal speed and creating Absence cores like a well-oiled machine "If all the terms is clear, you can sign on this contract so to ensure this deal actually exist, and to serve as a proof for the transfer of the materials"
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"hmm...well we here would have the production amount based on the material amount then.... Have you brought any of the required materials, and if yes, then in what amount?" Dasha speaks while casually summoning strands of light, weaving together and creating a transparent "mold" of the near-perfect replica

FangTheCat

Dumb

"That should work.."
Bolas quickly scans over the contract, and signs it. Once with his own name and again with a Ekere Seal, for evidence that this was the Ekere Remna and not Bolas himself.
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"We.. Do.. have materials.. yes.. .. they're not exact in amounts.. due to our.. process.. to obtain them."
A Venata-turned Alunir transport exits a Voidrail near the Forge, immediately heading towards a dock.
"Keep.. payment and leftover.. resources... It's only.. ten.. Ten.. tonnes.. is that the standard.. measurement?"

"To.. Ensure your.. Capability.. I want to see.. one.. and prove it.. works."

(Alunir is Incredibly small compared to the other one. It only holds 8 Cargo containers by default. this particular one is holding 10)

Dumb

FangTheCat As Bolas is skimming through the almost-blank contract and fetching for the Ekere seal, Dasha is finishing the last few cores, having the transparent mold disappear one after another while the end of the room gets covered with who-knows-how-many layers of cores, stacked uniformly and filling from the floor to the ceiling while having a 1cm gap between each stack. Watching as Bolas finish the document, Dasha speaks up while having her drinking cup disappear "All cores are finished right over there as you can see, all 240,000 of them...Do you want me to unload them into the hanger for shorter deposition time or do you want to do it yourself?"
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"Sure!" once the materials has exit the Alunir and introduced into the blank room, a small strand of light is connected from the transparent mold to the stack, slowly draining the material and filling up the mold till its completely identical to the replica, just not so fleshy and organic "Here, try this out while i prepare the molds for the remaining cores"

FangTheCat

Dumb

"Yes, that'd be great."
The contract has been signed and marked with the seal, he hand it to Dasha.

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Vurza takes the sample core, Pressing in on the small plates at the back, Energy flows from the core, searing Vurza's hand.
*"It.. Works.. Yes.. These.. Will Do."
Vurza signals to the two soldiers, which back away to the wall of the room.. he stands..
"My.. Body.. May be.. Volatile.. Beware of.. that."

He opens his chest cavity, held together with Fleshy appendages, inside is the mechanical internals of a Sentinel, while also having rib-like protrusions and other biological matter.. He replaces his Void-Core, which appears to only be half of one, barely functional, with the Absence Core..

The cavity closes as a horrid stench rises from Vurza, the fleshy appendages whip around, releases or horrifying screech as smoke begins to rise from his body.

Vurza drops to his knees, the smoke and smell of burnt flesh intensifies for a minute, soon, the smoke thins and the screeches of the flesh come to a low growl, Vurza stands up, albeit it slouched..

Vurza starts to chuckle, then turning into a hysterical laugh.
"I see.. It.. I Know.. It.. yes.. This... This will do Very well!"

Dumb

FangTheCat Dasha receive it with both hands, and produce an identical copy of the contract before giving it back to Bolas
"Keep this so if there is anything regarding this trade that you are unsatisfied with, we can refer to this form so to understand the details"
Dasha stand up, and with a snap with her finger, the pile of Absence cores disappeared along with most of the furniture except the sofa that Bolas is sitting, and deeply bow towards Bolas like a hotel receptionist
"Thank you for using the Forge of Babel's services, all products had been transferred to the docking bays in consideration of the vessel's size, we hope to serve you again in the future"
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"hmph..." Dasha swing her hand for a bit, which seemed to have summoned a gust of wind, precisely capturing all gas content emitted from Vurza and disappearing in an instant
"there will be 8 tonnes of the materials with the deduction of the payment, which leads to a total 8000 cores, including the one currently using by you. If there is no additional inquiries, please sign on here just to prove the existence of this trade and ensure the benefit of both sides"
Dasha produce a form, identical to the one given to Bolas, and gesture Vurza to sign on it while transparent molds quickly form behind Dasha