GM: ADMIRAL TARKIN // ABOARD THE WARSPITE // CORUSCANT ORBIT
Tarkin cleared his throat as the others finished speaking. "Make no mistake, we face this threat together and you
will get any resources you require." He nodded his thanks to Colonel Black. "I will send these blueprints to our nearest production facility, though it may take time for us to understand your sciences and technology."
He turned his attention to the Major from the Warspite. "While I know others would disagree with you, I too believe we need to explore... alternate options while we work on a more permanent solution."
AGENTS CAROLINA, NORTH DAKOTA, SOUTH DAKOTA // ABOARD THE WARSPITE // CORUSCANT ORBIT
Before the Pelican could be guided towards an airlock its own airlock opened, allowing the agents in
teal,
violet and
orchid armour to walk out of the vessel's belly and out onto the hangar tech. Their pressurised suits kept them safe from the void of space as they walked through the airlock and into the ship. They extended their pleasant greetings to their hosts and walked through the vessel. Their passive scans were running in their helmets, forming a map and a layout on their HUD. The ship appeared to be antiquated compared to their own vessel, and the others in the fleet. That said, it wasn't to be underestimated. Initial scans indicated it had large amounts of hangar space, the ability to launch copious amounts of fighters and had a large number of turrets. This vessel could very likely live up to her name.
In the briefing, the three power-armoured individuals didn't take a seat but instead stood near the table. North and South were behind Carolina who stood closer to the table. She perked up at the teleportation technology, that fell into the category of
useful technology. She spoke, her voice filtering through her helmet. "While we don't have the sort of production facilities needed to make two thousand satellites, we do have an impressive computer system that may be able to help with the more...
difficult calculations."
GANK S'JET // ABOARD THE WARSPITE // CORUSCANT ORBIT
Gank nodded along to the conversation as it pushed along. From talks of super-weapons, impossible victories and nuclear options. AS the conversation went around the room the commander of the
Warspite and the delegation from the
Mother of Invention both chimed in with their ships capabilities. When the conversation lulled he saw his chance. "Leave the construction to the Kuun-Lan. If you are willing to send the plans over to us, we will likely be able to build a working model within an hour of deciphering the plans."
He passed his own docket around the table. "We have already began dismantling some of the wrecks in orbit to turn them into raw resources-" he turned towards Colonel Black "-with due care and diligence."
Gank was scouting through the various files and folders that the various captains handed out. Turning to Commander Del Rio. "Should you find resources, we could likely fit this spare hangar with a resource processing facility and some of our collectors, if you wish."
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