The birth of a Titan

[Soban]

Livadia, The bar

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Donagan let out a weary sigh—so much preparation, all for naught. Ah well, he mused, the groundwork might come in handy down the line. Scanning the fresh schematics, he noted the latest exotic request: a docking bay on a cruiser. With most of its weapon systems already stripped, the modification looked feasible.

He thumbed his datapad, conjuring a holo of the Fearless’s original frame—a compact transport at heart—before turning to his visitor.

“That’s it, then? Just a docking bay? Och, we’ve handled ships this size wi’ carrier capacity afore. The Bristol Bulwark is a marvel o’ engineerin’.”

He tapped the projection, highlighting structural nodes.

“Borrowin’ a bit o’ Bristol ingenuity, we can likely craft an elegant fix tae yer problem.”

Another day, another challenge—he could already hear the Livadian yard-hands grumbling, and the thought made him smile.

“It’ll push our own ship-buildin’ forward, nae doubt. But tell me—what’s yer schedule an’ budget tae make it happen?”