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Dragons and Chains

[member="Melfa Exmoore"]

He nodded.

Finally, this nightmare of an excursion would be over. "That won't be an issue."

The ore would be relatively easy to find. The Mandalorians were still somewhat fractured, certain clans refusing to follow the Mand'alor, and the man himself was allied to Vrak. He was sure that if he asked for some of the ore itself the request would be granted, though if not there were other ways.

He glanced towards the beast for a moment.

"What else do you require?" The Pureblood had next to no idea what Beskar forging actually needed. Could it be done in space? On the ground? Did she require a certain kind of furnace or was that all stashed away on her horrid little spacecraft.

Vrak hadn't taken the time to find out.
 

Blackthorne

She of the Trillion Thorns
"Mmm," the Komodo pondered this, giving her ship a look of consideration, "for make beska' armor Melfa need more forges, big space. Can make simple armor in Brick, one piece at time, but redman not want simple armor, yeh?"

Made sense to her. In looking at the armored men he surrounded himself with he would want nice armor and multiples of it. That would require several forges operating at once. Numerous workbenches, tools, free-flowing water. And food. Lots of food. A hungry komodo could hardly be expected to work at capacity. Work she could do, Melfa could toil into the night if she had enough sustenance to get her by.

Her stomach rumbled and the man's robes began looking delicious.
 
[member="Melfa Exmoore"]

That wouldn't be an issue, not for the foreseeable future anyway. The Sith Lord had the resources of an entire Empire on his hand, that meant if she needed it Melfa could have an entire planet to work on. The Pureblood frown for a moment, observing as the creature leered at him.

Was something wrong with it? "Will you require assistance?"

It was a kinder way of saying the word 'slaves'. Vrak had no idea how many armorers the The Resurgent Empire actually employed. He had never really acquainted himself with those numbers, mostly because it had not been an issue before. Now however...now he could get something great. If he had to dive into the Sphere of Logistics for what he wanted? Well then he'd make that sacrifice.

"The other things won't be a problem." He waved his hand for the creature to follow.

A second later his gaze drifted towards the admiral. "Head to Athiss."
 

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