the Three Legs of the Tripod

[Chenzo-]

Vin Chenzo was often one to quickly think of a plan and action it as fast as possible, often without any idea of what the actual outcome would be, only a rough estimate.

It took many attempts to construct the base he now operates as a second home, amoung other functions. He had never been at the stage where he was able to fully begin filling it with exactly what he needed, without anyone else knowing about it.

The inconceivable stockpile of weaponry, both collected and his own experiments could finally make it's way from the three weapons testing hangers in Corsica.

His self-built from nothing empire depends on hauliers to ship his own brand of the Orange Dream. He had become lazy when it came to organising his own freight as he learnt long ago, that's "Drugs sell themselves". The Junkers had proven to be able to be far more efficient than any method he could organise himself.

The obvious choise to ask the Junkers for a hand was swiftly dismissed as although he'd fight to the death to help his highly trusted allies, he didn't want to give them any reason to want a piece of him. Chenzo valued his knowledge in weaponry above almost everything else. This left him of a dilemma, he must organise the mass haulage of his lifetimes work and every day supplies to a construction that was more than likely the safest place for it. Without anyone knowing.

Previous links with House space had proven fruitful for his ever growing obsession with weaponry and technology, but he never thought he would have any kind of interest with haulage vessels. A specific and very odd set of user needs found themselves at the forefront of Chenzo's creative mind. All vessels he currently had his disposal we're by no means large enough in capacity or the ability to offload themselves.

He immediately hit the hanger, looking at owned transports. His initial attemps crude. Trying to to 'strap' ships together to increase possible cargo space. All attempts proved futile as the mish mash of poorly held together ships were not only unserviceable to docking bays but he'd calculated would require large amounts of manpower to operate to any usable degrea. After many days spent awake pondering on what he initially thought would be a quick and simple fix, an idea struck him. Why not simply get someone in the business to sell him ships that came close to his demand criteria and them fine tune them for his uses? Again, the lazy approach yet after a few minutes it hit him like a mortar to the hull of a battleship. Bretonian ships.. He had seen many that we're carrying thousands of units of cargo, massively well armoured and best of all, we're able to load and offload themselves, they only require[figure to be discussed//] pilots to operate them.

It was a long shot, but Chenzo previously been granted extraordinary requests from Bretonian officials, perhaps he could negotiate a deal.

This proving successful was most extraordinary.

Now all he needed was to actually get all three Bretonian transports back to Omicron Alpha.

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