Decade Old Doghouse [Gabe]

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge gave a low nod of his head. "That's fair." The helmet was deposited back onto his head, and he looked to [member="The Revenant"]. "I'll bring the ship around." His palm came up, tapping in a few commands that would begin the transfer of credits to the account in question - and bring around the vessel for loading.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Gabriel nodded, it was a substantial sum. By the looks of things, his limited carpentry skills learned from provided materials, Gabriel estimated that 15 desks could be made from the lumber. He had some thoughts towards the unique designs, a sort of sealant that would allow the continual bleeding and recycling of the secondary metabolites. Rubbing his beard, he approached the now purchased material and pressed a hand against it. He wondered what could be made from this, so much more than a couple desks. But some times, it was about the gesture, utility need not apply.

"Back to mothership then?" He wasn't a fan of saying Sullust in public, unsure of eavesdropping. He looked towards the dock as the ship came in from the belly of the structure.

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