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"
Dumb
The ships turned left.
,,,,, ' ' ' ,,,,, ,,,,, ,,,,, ,,,,, what materials do you work with,;? ,,,,, ,,,,, ,,,,, ,,,,, ' ' ' ,,,,,
what materials do you work with,;?
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//
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"
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
,,,,, ' ' ' ,,,,, ,,,,, ,,,,, ,,,,, we will discuss further within the forge,,, ,,,,, ,,,,, ,,,,, ,,,,, ' ' ' ,,,,,
we will discuss further within the forge,,,
The four ships went in course towards the Forge, the strike cruiser hanging back.
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.
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
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
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?"
Dumb The ships went forward to the dock, with one transport on the front. Maneuvering was rather awkward, but it was managed.
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
Dumb The team follows.
dodo_bear The team find themselves inside a white room, a small dispenser of some sort sit on one of the far corner of the room, while Dasha sits on a couch in the middle of the room, facing a small transparent table and another identical couch, large enough to fit all of the people in the group "Here, feel free to take a sit" Dasha said as she gesture towards the empty couch
Terket The interior of the hanger are in complete whiteness with lines of blue which somewhat looks like some sort of power conduit, but for some reason it seems to be quite empty for a hanger, more or less like a makeshift site for visitors to dock safely. On the right side of the site which the guidance light stops to forms a square, there stood a womanly figure, fizzling like a poorly connected hologram, as well as a hatch right next to where she stand
Dumb They all sit down, with the leader in the middle. Up close, the RNTU symbol can be seen on their armor. The hovering cart slides to a stop.
Dumb When the ship got into position, no doors or hatches opened. The pilot of the transport had looked around. Only one other was inside. The small ship had both a top hatch, and two side doors only used for direct docking, if there was nowhere to land with air. Which was most of the time. The other had grabbed a somewhat heavy box, which counteracted more than twice the tail weight, making her balance odd. Both were likely about half the height of Dasha. The pilot slowly opened the side door...
dodo_bear Dasha summon a cup filled with hot drink from thin air, and take a sip before opening up "So...what service do you seek from us?"
Dumb "Well, Some interesting stuff has been going on in a certain asteroid belt involving Avathurn. We think we have a solution to it, but it requires an ergospheric amplification cannon. We have the cannon itself almost done, but we need suits for the cannon crew that will keep out the radiation of the beam, the disorientation of the black hole's outer field, and the pull from the kiting module. Can you make some that will work for that?"
dodo_bear "Well what material are you willing to supply in the production of this suit then?" Dasha smile amusingly as she gently take yet another sip from her drink
Terket (btw, the space within the docks have the same air composure as the atmosphere of a normal continental planet, so it should be breathable for most species) Dasha remains in the same posture, no visible changes happen within the dock while Dasha waits for her visitors
Dumb "We brought all of the remaining metal from the hunk of planet we salvaged from an exploded world, and what I suspect might be too much fabric, along with a few pounds of rubber to make airtight seals, and some vacuformed plastic boxes containing life-support systems and computer cores. Can you work with that?" the leader asks. One of the others opens the large crate on the floating cart.
