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

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?"

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.

Dumb

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

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

Dumb

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

dodo_bear

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.

Terket

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...

Dumb

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?"

dodo_bear

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?"

Dumb

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

Dumb

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

dodo_bear

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.

Terket

Dumb
The box carrier looked down from the side door, feeling rather dumb. A bit of a drop. with weight.

The pilot dropped down, allowing the other to remain, and looked at Dasha with a great expression.

Dumb

dodo_bear "Of course we can make a radiation suit with those material, but either it will be way too vulnerable to the level of radiation that you mentioned previously, or too bulky to even move around and operate a cannon. So, is there any unique substance at your disposal to prevent that? as we do want to give the best to our customers after all"

Dumb

Terket Dasha deeply bows as soon as she see the visitors, and maintain the position till the pilot dropped down "Greetings, this is the Forge of Babel, how may we assist you?"

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."

Dumb

Soundbust11 "hmm... alright then, so do you have the required materials now or they would be delivered later?" Dasha said as she wave her hand, producing replicas of the shimmering model. After creating about 10 of the replicas, she suddenly stopped, and return to her seat while the replicas float in midair "by the way, do you wish to integrate the modifications to the old batch as well?"

dodo_bear

Dumb "We do have some molecular-imprisoned plascrete, but it's the last we've got. Use it wisely."

Terket

Dumb
"What materials would be required for a... ..shield?"

Dumb

dodo_bear "Um...never heard of this material before, can you explain the properties of it?"

Dumb

Terket "Ahh... if you don't mind, we can discuss the details inside our conference room, justto prevent leakage of information." Dasha open the hatch, and signal to get inside "Here, this way please."

dodo_bear

Dumb "Basically, it's concrete with plastic strands to add elasticity, and then compacted down until it almost fuses into one molecule in the shape of a square of cloth. Does that work for you?"