@[member="Sargon Vynea"]
"You want a Mirari? How would you like it equipped? I usually have Mar," he gestured back to the seven foot tall Lamanium coated droid that was guarding him. "Consider it a favor between friends, if you're agreeable I have an extra unit on my ship. If not, you can wait until our production facilities are up. It will require you to do a trouble shooting prompt with it, so that it may recognize you in a variety of spectrums as well as hear your speak and what not. This is in the interest of the droid only serving you, and only following your orders." He fondly smiled over at his creation, and the droid silently nodded at it's creator. "Their only priority is your safety, and will gladly be destroyed to save your life. So do consider this multi-million dollar droid as a gift for this deal."
Upon receiving instruction, he pressed a few prompts. All Blas-Tech company buildings were prefabricated by design. The blueprints for a project of this scope designed months in advance so deals could happen quickly. War was a fickle business, and amassing arms quickly was the nature of the game. It was difficult for the engineers involved, but they were rewarded heavily for their work. A few minor alterations would need to be made to internal structures, but nothing affecting the bases involved. "I thank you for this, and I can promise you I will be honest with you in my dealings. I do sell to the rest of the galaxy, but that's because I'm the very best at what I do." He pulled up a blaster from a rival. "You see this?" He pointed at it's barrel and loading systems. "The range is limited, why would I sell a blaster that is so archaic? Or not push power cell design to where it is universal between all my new weapons systems? You've been in a fight before, you know how stressful those situations are. I simply want my guns to be good at taking down targets, and easy to use for the hands that pull the trigger."
Cade instinctively reached for his glasses as Sargon asked the last question of him, but thought better of it before standing himself. "I have no family, I am only myself. I could have lived a comfortable life working for the old board, but I wanted something more. You see guns, I see someone finally pushing technology forward instead of relying on what worked for our forefathers. You see body counts and autopsies that show my designs effectiveness, I'm simply trying to push society forward from where I stand and use this platform to leave a mark on the galaxy. Whatever happens with my bank accounts or wars be damned, I want advancement to be my legacy."