Project Epsilon

[Osilon]

Jasmine shrugged.
"My only intention is the safety of me and mine. And the service of the Legion where possible, of course. This 'army' is far from combat worthy in any case.
To itterate her point, Jasmine drew a small plasma pistol and shot directly at one of the welding bots. It punched clean through, and after a moment, the entire machine was consumed by an explosion. As it fell onto the scrap heap, another one replaced it from the assembly line.
"Though it may be in the future. The acquisition of resources may be easy in a place such as this, but in a warzone, my force would be defeated easily."
She shrugged and walked over to the stairway, beckoning the crew to follow.
"Come. I think you should meet the -true- reason for your trip."

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.