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Dagon's Workshop - Kaze - 06-01-2016

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While not a bar per se, Dagon keeps his workshop stocked in beverages (mostly beer) and snacks for when his projects force him to pull an all-nighter. The lively sound of old Sol metal and rock and roll permeates the workshop and normally draws some of the Legionnaires who just wants some talk and a quick drink. For a couple few, it is already an obligatory stop before heading to bed, while to others it is a brand new experience. Tucked away into one of Leniex secure floors, only Hellfire veteran personnel finds their way in here, where a cold beer awaits as Dagon works and listens to whoever comes through those blast doors.


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RE: Dagon's Workshop - Kaze - 06-01-2016


Dagon walked into his workshop, blast doors opening with an electrical sound. His home most of the nights, where he sleeps after the usual stint in the form of the various projects he had laying around. The workshop was littered with various components, tuned up and abandoned engines in the corner, several weapon mounts and their barrels, robotic arms that aided him in the projects, and an ungodly amount of worktables and stools where he sat with various consoles and small paraphernalia and gadgets that aided in the projects he worked upon. The latest, a new metallic alloy that would allow the capital class vessels to withstand more damage. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened it while looking at the apparatus that was mounted squarely in the middle of the workshop. A 1/20 replica of a battleship primary sat aimed at the nearest wall where piles of small burned down husks of metal laid at the floor. While drinking, he remembered the latest engagement of the Ven'gyr against a Liberty Carrier. Something in his head clicked and he went to the console that commanded the small robotic forge and started to input instructions. The arms extended and started to get various materials from the nearby crates and began to process them, one by one with a rhythm that made Dagon turn around and turn on the music. With a smirk, listening the first beats of the drum, he turned back to the console and said to himself.

"Back to work."