Attention Fimbulvtr!

[Blaze]

Fimbulvetr takes her water and sips it as she takes the disk.

"I see... and what will you use this weapon for?"

[Feng]

"My aspirations are simple. Revenge. Unfortunately, my quarry has shown that they are capable of shrugging off hits that would normally kill an average human. Ergo, I have devised a weapon to strike with enough power to devastate an entire city if necessary."

[Blaze]

Fimbulvetr chuckles once more.

"Extravagant. And you ask me for help with this? You do remember that I am a Councillor right now, and sworn to protect this city?"

[Feng]

"Oh you need not worry about the city" says Bones, sipping his tea. "The plans intend for the energy blast to strike within a limited radius. Anyways, once I've obtained vengeance I think I'd return the weapon to its manufacturer. Consider it part of your payment should you choose to assist me."

[Blaze]

Fimbulvetr nods.

"I believe... that will be adequate."

[Feng]

"Fair enough" says Bones. "My organization will happily provide any materials that are needed for construction, within reason of course. You can expect the first cash payment today, after lunch. Further payments will be delivered based on progress."

[Blaze]

Fimbulvetr nods and takes a mouthful of water.

"Very good then."

[Feng]

The waiter returns.

"Do you know what you want to order?" he asks turning to the two.

"I'll have my usual" states Bones.

"Ah yes," says the waiter. "Buy of course. And for you, young lady?"

[Blaze]

Fimbulvetr blinks and looks through the menu.

"I shall have the... sweet chilli beef noodles."

[Feng]

"Good choice" comments Bones as he hands the waiter his menu.

"What is your estimate for constructing this weapon? I'm not in a particular rush, yet I prefer to have things done in a quickly manner if possible."

[Blaze]

Fimbulvetr does some quick mental math in her head.

"If I had one of my planetary factories make it? Perhaps two weeks."

[Feng]

"That will do nicely" says Bones. "Your estimate is much better than what I was originally anticipating."

[Blaze]

Fimbulvetr chuckles.

"I assume that your estimates do not include planetary forges?"

[Feng]

"To be honest? No. Last I checked, most of the factions who possessed such an impressive space program either died or have disappeared."

[Blaze]

"Yes, I noticed. The space above us is cluttered with the remains of orbital weapons." Fimbulvetr says.