Freeport 10's "Sylvania Dome"

[Enkidu]

"...Had to blow up the bar, David?" Achille rolled his eyes, playing the diva; "...My dear, darling companion, I didn't have to do anything - the kinetic extrapolation of the shield augment wasn't exactly painless, it is true, but nobody suffered for it. Indeed, It'll bestow Sean that much sought after opportunity to redecorate his beloved emporium of intoxication, hmm? I wish everyone wouldn't incessantly clatter on about it..."

"...Regardless Sir; I have a query for you; exactly how to you propose our mere order in meant to actually construct this leviathan? The project's scaling factor alone is one worthy of considerable merit, but the resources Sir? The required injection of the aforementioned will prove positively horrific, why, It'd take a barge-load of paperwork even to secure the pertinent supply contracts..."

"...Which is exactly why I happen to be all for it. A brewery of that scale? By the divinations of my sacred sock, We'd be even richer! And that's hardly a negative, Sir..."

Trapped in a net of ambitious excitement Achille's eyes flicker up from the plans and into the room briefly, before alighting on the lost figure of Miss Perez. The woman was new, as were many people, but her competence was there even if her headstrong nature wasn't quite fitting. But that, indeed, was what a temporary contract was for, after all.

"...Ah, Perez. As an electrician, nono, sorry, demeaning term; as the station's electrical, erm, expert, I'd like to request your opinion as to the power uptake of these panels cheri; could they serve to fuel this titanic structure?" He gestured briefly at the blueprints.

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