Arc 1, Thread 2: The Engines of Progress (Arkady)
Mr. Tyrolite shrinks in his chair as much as a several-ton rock elemental can shrink. It sounds like a rockslide farting.
"Yeah, uh, question. Fucking defense, eh?" One of the miners asks, "How the hell do we help with that? Our ships explode sometimes if we don't change the right ball bearing often enough."
"Manufacturing, Mr. Starbuck," Corduroy tells him. "We get the raw materials, we get a monopoly on building, isn't that right, Boss Arkady?"
"Fuck vodka!" The wine guy interrupts, "A bottle of Earth wine's worth five nights with a Neomah, no flesh cost!"
There's a few mutters of assent.
"Uh, sir," A skinny miner holds his hand up timidly, "You're talking about making a new scav fleet, right? What would Spiderweb think about that?"