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[ingeniator]

The name's Cid Garlond and I'm not used to doing the announcing, speechy, public relations kind of thing but I'm gonna try anyway.

Back in my home world I ran an engineering collective called Garlond Ironworks. Ragtag bunch of fellows who were bright and talented but escaping persecution from the Garlemald Empire. Now I understand these names mean nothing to you but our main goal is probably something most people get: freedom through technology. The same kind of tools that the Empire was using to suppress us, we'd turn it around to fight back against 'em.

Not like there's any that sort of thing happening here, but I'm a sucker for familiar things and I've gotten me a fancy permit saying I can set up shop here. Garlond Ironworks is officially recruiting folks to help get it off the ground. Now the Lunar Scientiae are doing all sorts of useful things, but I figured we can really go wild and do things with less practical applications.

Also I'm not just looking for engineers! I uh, tend to forget that research projects require money so I'll need someone who'll make sure I won't spend it all at once. And someone to make sure we don't overwork ourselves and reminds us to eat, even if it means dragging us by the legs to get some food.

If you're interested, drop me a line. I'm looking forward to hearing from you.

Comments

[ambitionburns]

And you'd know all about that, wouldn't you, Garlond?

[ It's not entirely meant as an insult, but it still comes out insulting. Old habits. ]

I know that you're simply dying to have me in to consult again, but I'm afraid I've too much work of my own to keep me occupied. You'll have to somehow manage without me!

[ingeniator]

I'm sure I will manage without you! I'll thrive, in fact. I still don't know what Jessie was playing at bringing in you in. Ironworks didn't need you and we will continue not to need you. Plus, your fee was exorbitant!