Commissar Farzi
🎖️ Game Master
- RP Date
- YE 45.1
- RP Location
- Sandraker, Ternifac, Yamatai
Location: Sandraker, low orbit.
Year: YE 45.1
Steiner was currently browsing the current market reports while he did paperwork-not something he normally pursued, but in this case, it was necessary; while the Company was primarily a Mercenary unit, mercantile pursuits were not beyond them, as while military work was lucrative, it was not always guaranteed. Not to mention constant warfare could, and often did put a considerable strain on logistics. So, the manufacture and salvage of equipment were always on the table, and their ability to produce it internally also helped. Ammo, weapons, and various recreational substances were always in high demand in Nepleslia. While NAM supplied hardware to the DION Military, only supplying a paltry few small arms and equipment on the Consumer Market, groups such as Zen Armaments often filled this gap. The New Dusk Conclave, his former employers-now that he thought of it he should let them know he was alive and well; did not seem to be hurting for such hardware either-and as of Yamatai-the less said, the better. Simply put, the military hardware market was oversaturated, though heavy machinery for the agricultural and industrial sectors seemed to be somewhat lacking, while there were plenty of common designs out there, compared to the Arms Market they were absolutely minuscule. But a few small bits and bobs they manufactured did make their way onto the market, mostly a few handguns and vehicle models they'd opted to throw on the open market as a 'test the waters' campaign.
Honestly, this didn't really surprise him given the general instability of the sector, especially given the recent war over two years ago and the myriad of threats lurking about the first thing on everyone's mind was defense spending given that paranoia was the most popular mental disorder for those in charge of various governments. Creating jobs and peace of mind. He scoffed mentally as he checked over a logistical report, and 'blinked' at what he'd read-why was just this reaching him now?
They were low on tanks-they had the trucks and supplies, but not enough combat vehicles
With a grating sigh, and cursing the Smiths for saddling him with this he produced a piece of parchment and set to penning an order to build them with 'all due haste'. The Grandmaster didn't like ramming these sorts of things through-as he had been smith himself, he knew damned well what it took to keep them operational-though running out of combat vehicles was not necessarily beneficial to their long-term survival. Penning an order for vehicles plus parts, an article had caught his attention-the Star Army of Yamatai was looking for a new Fire Fighting Vehicle. Interesting...normally he wouldn't be bothered with the Cats given the reception he'd received when he'd tried to enlist in their army, and when he'd first arrived, and-Well...there were his associates in the Yugamo Corperation-though their contract stipulated "Security", not "Military"; the Star Army was handling that. Still...by and large he was not overly fond of them. But this was an opportunity; such a contract could be meant to further bolster their coffers towards the greater war effort against the Gribblies and whatever other horrors decided to rear their ugly heads; he thought back to reports his scouts had given him during the evacuation of the Norians. If the Craethel had managed to tear the Veil, no one could say for certain what else had crossed over...
'No...' He thought resignedly as he sent a drone off to deliver the order after he'd stamped it, 'The Company comes first-even before my own misgivings.' They'd make a bid for it, and offer a suitable prototype-the only problem was...what to build it on? It was the Star Army after all, and likely the vehicle would be utilized under less-than-optimal conditions, so it would have to be armored. Pulling up their inventory, he began to go over what they'd both manufactured and salvaged-a few teams had returned pulling derelicts and prepping them for breaking. Their cargo was mixed; a wide variety of equipment from across the various factions of the sector-Ancestors knew given the sheer size and scale of some of these debris fields they found how massive some of these battles had been-if anything, it gave them ample material to process and utilize. If their bid was successful, they could possibly start buying new or at least second-hand equipment on the open market to further boost their stockpiles. But where would they even manufacture the damned thing, let alone start designing...hold on. The list had the usual assortment of junk; vessels too damaged to be used, power armors that even if they could get working they'd have to slave to a half dozen different systems just to keep them working, and whatever miscellaneous cargo that was available-this included a number of combat vehicles... in fact...
Several relatively intact, save for the rigors of neglect-tanks had been retrieved; in some ways they made him think of the Defender; carrying a cannon and able to carry additional personnel; there was also that vehicle scale flame-projector that they'd needed a use for-a simple retooling would be enough to convert it into a fire-fighting implement. Modification of the cargo space would also be relatively easy to do-widen it out, put a high-capacity fluid tank in, and then hook the system up. Even better, as long as the vehicle was still in service logistics would be greatly simplified given that both machines would essentially be the same vehicle, sharing parts compatibility and thus, at least he hoped be less of a pain in the arse to justify purchasing.
And he had just facility in mind...
Quickly he penned a new set of orders for one of the Knights to take a few squads out to reactivate his old facility on Yamatai-designating it Manufacturing Facility A-434. The facility was sealed, and unless some enterprising malcontent decided to try and 'repurpose' it, the fabrication gantries should be able to manufacture them at a decent rate.
He just hoped the Yamatians wouldn't decide to try and arrest, or gods forbid shoot the lot of them for rebuilding one of their vehicles for this endeavor...
Year: YE 45.1
Steiner was currently browsing the current market reports while he did paperwork-not something he normally pursued, but in this case, it was necessary; while the Company was primarily a Mercenary unit, mercantile pursuits were not beyond them, as while military work was lucrative, it was not always guaranteed. Not to mention constant warfare could, and often did put a considerable strain on logistics. So, the manufacture and salvage of equipment were always on the table, and their ability to produce it internally also helped. Ammo, weapons, and various recreational substances were always in high demand in Nepleslia. While NAM supplied hardware to the DION Military, only supplying a paltry few small arms and equipment on the Consumer Market, groups such as Zen Armaments often filled this gap. The New Dusk Conclave, his former employers-now that he thought of it he should let them know he was alive and well; did not seem to be hurting for such hardware either-and as of Yamatai-the less said, the better. Simply put, the military hardware market was oversaturated, though heavy machinery for the agricultural and industrial sectors seemed to be somewhat lacking, while there were plenty of common designs out there, compared to the Arms Market they were absolutely minuscule. But a few small bits and bobs they manufactured did make their way onto the market, mostly a few handguns and vehicle models they'd opted to throw on the open market as a 'test the waters' campaign.
Honestly, this didn't really surprise him given the general instability of the sector, especially given the recent war over two years ago and the myriad of threats lurking about the first thing on everyone's mind was defense spending given that paranoia was the most popular mental disorder for those in charge of various governments. Creating jobs and peace of mind. He scoffed mentally as he checked over a logistical report, and 'blinked' at what he'd read-why was just this reaching him now?
They were low on tanks-they had the trucks and supplies, but not enough combat vehicles
With a grating sigh, and cursing the Smiths for saddling him with this he produced a piece of parchment and set to penning an order to build them with 'all due haste'. The Grandmaster didn't like ramming these sorts of things through-as he had been smith himself, he knew damned well what it took to keep them operational-though running out of combat vehicles was not necessarily beneficial to their long-term survival. Penning an order for vehicles plus parts, an article had caught his attention-the Star Army of Yamatai was looking for a new Fire Fighting Vehicle. Interesting...normally he wouldn't be bothered with the Cats given the reception he'd received when he'd tried to enlist in their army, and when he'd first arrived, and-Well...there were his associates in the Yugamo Corperation-though their contract stipulated "Security", not "Military"; the Star Army was handling that. Still...by and large he was not overly fond of them. But this was an opportunity; such a contract could be meant to further bolster their coffers towards the greater war effort against the Gribblies and whatever other horrors decided to rear their ugly heads; he thought back to reports his scouts had given him during the evacuation of the Norians. If the Craethel had managed to tear the Veil, no one could say for certain what else had crossed over...
'No...' He thought resignedly as he sent a drone off to deliver the order after he'd stamped it, 'The Company comes first-even before my own misgivings.' They'd make a bid for it, and offer a suitable prototype-the only problem was...what to build it on? It was the Star Army after all, and likely the vehicle would be utilized under less-than-optimal conditions, so it would have to be armored. Pulling up their inventory, he began to go over what they'd both manufactured and salvaged-a few teams had returned pulling derelicts and prepping them for breaking. Their cargo was mixed; a wide variety of equipment from across the various factions of the sector-Ancestors knew given the sheer size and scale of some of these debris fields they found how massive some of these battles had been-if anything, it gave them ample material to process and utilize. If their bid was successful, they could possibly start buying new or at least second-hand equipment on the open market to further boost their stockpiles. But where would they even manufacture the damned thing, let alone start designing...hold on. The list had the usual assortment of junk; vessels too damaged to be used, power armors that even if they could get working they'd have to slave to a half dozen different systems just to keep them working, and whatever miscellaneous cargo that was available-this included a number of combat vehicles... in fact...
Several relatively intact, save for the rigors of neglect-tanks had been retrieved; in some ways they made him think of the Defender; carrying a cannon and able to carry additional personnel; there was also that vehicle scale flame-projector that they'd needed a use for-a simple retooling would be enough to convert it into a fire-fighting implement. Modification of the cargo space would also be relatively easy to do-widen it out, put a high-capacity fluid tank in, and then hook the system up. Even better, as long as the vehicle was still in service logistics would be greatly simplified given that both machines would essentially be the same vehicle, sharing parts compatibility and thus, at least he hoped be less of a pain in the arse to justify purchasing.
And he had just facility in mind...
Quickly he penned a new set of orders for one of the Knights to take a few squads out to reactivate his old facility on Yamatai-designating it Manufacturing Facility A-434. The facility was sealed, and unless some enterprising malcontent decided to try and 'repurpose' it, the fabrication gantries should be able to manufacture them at a decent rate.
He just hoped the Yamatians wouldn't decide to try and arrest, or gods forbid shoot the lot of them for rebuilding one of their vehicles for this endeavor...
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