No stopping this train! [dev thread, pm to join]

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde was sincerely starting to get pissed off, well not so much pissed as she was exhausted. Since opening the phrik mine up again she was working overtime to provide the galaxy with this amazing metal and she wasn't going to slow down any time soon to keep moving the ore. She had big plans in mind and this was a great first step into producing items that would fly off the shelves.

"Let's go see what we have today." Blonde had a cup of coffee in her hand and a holopad in the other.

Reading shipment orders it had seemed everything was taken care of, she had met her previous two orders and now it was time for a third. Though this time around she was thinking on using a bit for herself and one of her companies, put up a dummy corporation and sell it to Spaarti or Reclaimer to make some serious gear.

"Miss Blonde, thirty six is back with another load, shall I send it off to the refinery?" Waldo, miss blonde's assistant asked her.

"Please do so Waldo." Blonde said in response to the man.

It was time to go make some more money.

 

[James Justice]

James had set up a one time deal with Miss Blonde on this deal. SocMin Fed would help supply half the droids for this mine, and in return, would receive part of the profits. James was more than ok with that; especially since he wanted and needed the amazing but sadly underrated metal for a few things he had planned.

Landing on the mine site with his Forgotten King freighter, the spacer climbed out and stretched his muscles out before activating the remote for the mining droids he had in the hold. A few minutes later, the battered but functional droids were hovering and trundling out to do their work, and James was so going to play foreman here.

He opened a comm to Miss Blonde's office itself. He much rather preferred to be on site and seeing things with his own eyes. That was just his personality. Working a few kinks out of his neck the spacer said, "Alright, Miss, let's do this, lass."

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[Miss Blonde]

Moving back to her office the woman rubbed her temples and pressed the panel to open up the automatic door. The mine had come a long way since it was abandoned and she was happy to have it back despite it being a massive pain in her ass. Just outside was the "Hot Box" a mountain range rich in phrik was their for the taking, obviously they worked out taxes with the local government but that was all good.

Taking a seat at her desk she sat back in her comfy chai and pressed a button turning on the holo screen on her table top. She looked over various information and could see last week's batch of refined phrik was ready to ship and now this week's process of around about a thousand pounds of ore was ready to smelted, refined, and turned to ingots to be sold on the open market.

"Waldo get the next shipment up and loaded. I'm going to oversee the dig and get Thirty Six going." Blonde said on her comm unit to her assistant.

Moving through the holo tables features she scrolled until she found her favorite colossal mining droid unit apply named Thirty Six. She smiled and began to warm the droid up and get him ready to head to the hot box.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="James Justice"]

Miss Blonde smiled and her head looked up to see the Runner, he was looking pretty well dressed as usual and miss blonde could appreciate that. She waved at him then took a deep drink from her coffee.

"Runner, you came. It's nice to see you." Blonde said as she pressed a few more buttons on her table.

Outside where James had dropped off his droids a rumble could be heard as a large metallic leg extended outwards and out of a garage a mining droid bigger than most small buildings stepped out and crushed one of James' tiny droids. Arakyd industries didn't mess around and in this hostile environment large machines like these were needed.

"So I imagine you want to talk business?" Blonde asked as she set thirty six to auto pilot.

 

[James Justice]

The various droids within the use of the spacer's ownership were mostly small. And, to be admitted, in serious disrepair. The legged arachnid-like droids, twelve of them, paired off in groups of four. Ahead of them three small probe-like droids began to scout the mine out, scanning for the phrik ore. Three slivers were discovered fairly soon and marked, giving the triad of teams a chance to hustle away to work, cutting, sawing, melting, and working. Behind each three came hover droids with bucket-like arm attachments, collecting ever ounce that feel from them. There were two to each crew, with beady eyes and a sad look of general disrepair. Ferrying their cargo, each of these "bucket droids" were quick to load their material to a massive droid with a payload attachment. When it was full, it would carry the goods to the refinery. But it had a while to go.

James watched with a smile as they worked away. He fished a cigarette from his pocket and lit up. Sometimes droids at work were comical and studious at the same time.

He smiled and nodded, 'Aye, we can talk business, miss. It always is a pleasure to see ye," he said with wink. She was easy on the eyes, besides, it would be an insult not to hit on her. "What do ye have in mind for business, miss?

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Outside in the hell like landscape that was demonsgate the large mechanical beast that was Thirty Six let out a robotic groan then pushed forward towards the lights that lead their way towards the Hot Box Mountains, the entire process was really wash rinse repeat and it was paying millions for the syndicate and their affiliated companies.

While the massive beast was lumbering forward inside it was a very different story. A few of droids that James had brought were being reconfigured for different purposes, mainly lifting large chunks of phrik ore into hover carts so they could be taken to the refinery.

"Please be careful with those." Waldo said as he looked over the process in the loading bay.

The droids began to pick up the phrik ore and dump them into carts to get them ready for the refining process.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="James Justice"]

"Well I'm at a loss Runner, I'm debating sending this company off to a company close to me in order to produce a limited production of phrik swords. But then again that last auction got us a lot of money, we netted over six million credits after taxes along with six rare starfighters and a limited production line of cruisers." Blonde said to James.

"It was very profitable and we are standing on top of the phrik game, I am just wondering what you think we should do with this shipment?" Blonde asked the man and sipped her coffee.

The woman was honestly at a loss here and while the promise of rare objects and new stuff was always fantastic she honestly wanted to get her agenda pushed forward as well. The black ties were important and with this mine they could jump to the number one supplier of phrik to the galaxy.

After this she was thinking on setting up another mine on E Prime to get some Stygium going and she knew how much Isley loved that crap.

 

[James Justice]

Sometimes, droids could be incredibly comical in their work. Two of them grabbed at the same load, and eyed each other angrily, giving challenging beeps and squeels. One popped the other on the head, stunning it a moment enough to steal the metal away. James gave a hearty laugh at the display.

When he came to his senses, the second droid shook himself and gave the other an equal bop, causing it to drop a load of metal. Stealing it away the mechanical worker had his revenge as he deposited the ore. And the feud was over. Most of what the droids had suffered were not from work--but from each other. James couldn't help but enjoy the enthusiasm. And, to be honest, their organics weren't much better. At least the droids didn't get tired from their work, and were honest. James liked that, of course, with the fact that they could go through things organics couldn't.

"They are droids, mate, its metal, they be fine," James chuckled.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[James Justice]

James looked to Blonde from his comical droids, letting a spew of smoke from his lips.

"Miss, I think ye could easily make these swords and if ye want, make a deal where the Syndicate gets em for less," he said with a shrug. "Its a thing, I am sure. More money is always good, miss but, of course, we both know that hard materials, tools, those be the types of things that are extremely important.

"Them swords could do a lot of damage up a saber-jockey's arse," he chuckled and shrugged, 'Either way, I know ye are smart and will make the right choice, with ye business sense."

The spacer watched as two of his other droids began to get into a second squabble over who had the right of way long a vector trajectory. James let out a second laugh as a brief fist fight broke out before work was resumed.

[member="Miss Blonde"].

 

[Miss Blonde]

Outside Thirty Six began to hit the mountain's main phrik deposit with the massive drill it had, while it could use its laser system phrik was a very energy resistant metal and it wasn't the greatest idea to stand there and try and burn it out of a mountain for hours. So the drill would work great for now, so lowering itself into the deposit the drill broke apart chunks of ore causing it to fall into the collection area at the base of the mountain.

Back at the refinery carts of phrik ore were moving into the depths of the small facility and had made their way to the smelting center where they would purge the ore of all imperfections to get the phrik itself. A few droids began to toss lumps of ore into the massive pots that would begin to heat up and melt the phrik into liquid form.

"Batch four is under way on the smelting process, all workers please report to your stations." Waldo said on an intercom for the workers and metal workers hired by the syndicate.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="James Justice"]

"I think we'll go with the swords, besides we don't want to auction off all our phrik. I think it's wise that we build ourselves a catalog of weapons and armor and sell them on the black and open market." Blonde said to James as she closed her table to let the droids do the rest of the work.

"I'll send that batch of phrik off to one of our dummy corporations and have it sold to a legitimate one through them. Don't want anything traced back to any individuals." Blonde looked over to James and chuckled a bit.

He was a nice guy, well that was debatable. He was a reliable guy and he could be trusted with this mine. So the woman took her coffee and took a long sip of it before clearing her throat.

"As a member of the black council I do wish to extend to you full access and use of this mine. You may use its ore as you see fit as well since I too trust your business decisions and choices. Let's go make some money." the woman said with a smile.