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

FangTheCat

Bolas bows as well.
"And thank you, for your service."
The Transport ship prepares itself and its cargo, Another fleet of Remna ships enter the area, likely for the purpose of defending the ship.
Bolas twitches slightly before turning, walking away to the ship.
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Vurza barely looks at the contract, before ripping out a small spike from his body, signing crudely with what appears to be his own blood as the ink.

"This.. Shall do.. for now.."

The two soldiers speak back and forth, Vurza's neck creates a loud cracking sound as he whips it around to the two.

"Silence.. I was .. the one.. who made this deal.. I should.. be .. Entitled.. to One.. for.. this trouble."

Vurza turns back to Dasha..
"And.. T... t.. Thank.. You."

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FangTheCat Dasha bows towards Bolas one last time, before simply vanishing like a turned off hologram
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"It is after all fair deal for the advantage for both of us, there is absolutely no need to thank me" Dasha smile at Vurza while nodding her head slightly, meanwhile the transparent molds quickly gets filled with the material, and dissolve when the Absence core is finished, dropping the cores on the floor. After a short period of time, no molds seemed to be existing anymore, all that left is the pile of cores assembled in uniformed stacks and a small bit of the material, while Dasha summoned an identical copy of the contract and signal Vurza to keep his "If there is any problem regarding this trade, make sure you brought the contract with you so we can keep track on what deal we are talking about. Anyway, the production of all the cores are finished, feel free to take them however you see fit. Thank you for using Forge of Babel service"

FangTheCat

Dumb

Once the cores are loaded into the main ship, Bolas and the others enter the ship, which promptly enters Void-Rail and leaving the territory with the other Remna Ships.
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Vurza grabs the contract, and stores it in his chest cavity. The Two soldiers along with several other Venata creatures load up the cores.
"Is.. This contract.. able.. to.."
Vurza shakes his violently.
"May we.. use your services again.. using this.. same document.. as the information.. of our object of interest?"

Once the cores, other than the one equipped into Vurza, are loaded, the Venata cargo ship enters Void-Rail backwards out of the territory.

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FangTheCat "Yes, we do recall the deal via searching the database, which contain all details of what we are producing for our customers, so you can indeed use this to request for more core production, given that we will update the document and you supply the required materials that is"

FangTheCat

Dumb

"Good.."
"We..May.. See.. You Soon.. then.."

(If everything is over, the following is relevant, if not, ignore it.)

Vurza bows slightly, before returning to his upright state and entering the Venata-turned Ekere ship along with the two soldiers, which enters Void-Rail without turning, moving backwards into the Mirum and out of the territory.

Dumb

FangTheCat Dasha watches as the ship exit the forge, and disappear along with the entire room. On the outside, the gigantic breach sealed slowly, leaving no trace of it appearing in the first place

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

Soundbust11 "Having normal soldiers utilizing psychic powers based on their own imagination is pretty much as unstable and supernatural as things can be, and even if we forcefully add additional thrust to the sword, we doubt your operators can keep up with the blade's movement and give out accurate orders, which will be a pain for both training and in actual combat" Dasha sip her tea once again afterwards, and trace the shape of the sword on the display screen with her fingertips, forming a shimmering yet translucent replica of the sword "Any additional questions for your product?"

Soundbust11

Dumb
"Given your track record thus far, we're more or less trusting you to work your magic, no pun intended. It would definitely be appreciated if they could be similar in function to the previous models, our enemies found themselves quite unprepared against such unorthodox weaponry."

Terket

Three near-empty transport ships and a strike craft, more than guaranteed of Ner-Ner, teleport into existence.
They immediately send a message.

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we seek the anvil, we have seen what is more terrifying than before,,,
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Don't know what they call it but they probably won't be trusted.

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Terket (why no ping tho)
Upon receiving the message, the forge immediately initiate a direct transmission with the visitors
//Transmission Start//
"Greetings, this is the Forge of Babel, we are more than glad to assist anyone with our production, given that the target is what a forge can do and there is enough raw supply provided, including the payment. If you wish to speak in detail, we advise to enter the forge, where personal information can atleast be secured within our territory"

Terket

Dumb

The ships turned left.

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what materials do you work with,;?
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dodo_bear

Dumb _A small craft ftls in near the forge.
//Transmission Start//
"Hello, we were hoping that we could have some help with a large project. The success of this depends on several factors, some of which are out of our control, but the one thing we need most is exo-suits, built to withstand being in close proximity to an ergospheric amplification cannon while it's running. Can we have some assistance with that?"
//Transmission End//

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Terket "We can manufacture with any materials as long as they have a physical state, but the kind of raw materials that we request from our customers are different case by case, as the requested material must have same effect as the final product, for example, if you want a beam sword, we shall request crystals and durable metals for the handle. Do you have anymore questions here or do you prefer getting into the forge before questioning? As stated before, customer privacy is our utmost priority, so we suggest the details be discussed preferably within the forge"

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dodo_bear
//Transmission Start//
"Thank you for contacting The Forge of Babel, it is our pleasure to help those who seek assistance, with a small price of course. As for the request, we can manufacturer any material into any desired shape, that is if our customers bring the respective materials with similar or same characteristics. If you got the required materials, feel free to follow our guidance to the forge"
//Transmission End//
Specks of light form up in front of the small craft like a runway, guiding the way towards the nearest dock on the forge

Terket

Dumb

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we will discuss further within the forge,,,
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The four ships went in course towards the Forge, the strike cruiser hanging back.

dodo_bear

Dumb The craft begins to descend toward the runway. When it lands, a grey-clad team of black-helmeted individuals steps out, followed by a hovering cart carrying a stack of crates. The team moves toward the large door.

Dumb

dodo_bear (please, do not assume content within a location, and even if you make that assumption atleast have it based on previous descriptions)
Different from all the other hangers which exist in the forge, this one for some reason got a large door connected to it, but even though the door exist, it doesn't mean there would be anything behind the door. Dasha remains standing at the opposite side of where the door is, looking at the visitor with amusement while the customers stand there in front of the door which lead to absolutely nothing

Dumb

Terket
"Roger that, we hope to see you soon"
//Transmission End//
Guidance light glitter on two sides of the leading ship, forming a smooth and short path towards the closest dock

dodo_bear

Dumb "Um, I don't think this is the right door. Maybe try a different one?" The leader speaks over comms. "Excuse me, but which door is the actual entrance?"

Terket

Dumb
The ships went forward to the dock, with one transport on the front. Maneuvering was rather awkward, but it was managed.

Dumb

dodo_bear a gentle clap of hands echos from behind the group, and there stood Dasha, still as fizzled as before, standing there perhaps before the group even enters the dock
"Welcome to the Forge of Babel. If the conference room is what you seek, then follow me this way then"
Dasha drops down into the floor, suggesting there is a hatch on where Dasha was at

dodo_bear

Dumb The team follows.