((Key, the TERMS FOR THE ALLIANCE. Come on.))
[b]Defrenz Production Facility - Drafting Center[/b]
The drafting head batted an eye on the middle-aged, somewhat badly-postured man standing in front of him. He stood unsteadily, although he still did not require a cane, and all his other features were well kempt. His lab coat, his glasses, his haircut--- all clean. The draftsman was skeptical on the idea of the scientist, checking the screen over and over again, and he seemed to be assuring himself that the idea of the man was just a joke. But the physicist--- he wanded that idea to pass for real.

"Are you serious, Professor? This looks like it could make for a big chunk of our cash." He scrolled on the device again.

"I AM serious about this! And we're a huge empire, you emptyhead! We could even build a thousand of that Immortal Caliber thing--- and still the Makudan stands! Look, boy. It's not the money that matters, my friend. It's the time needed to complete that thing that's only stopping us. But if we manage to build this, it could change the way Makudan weaponry works. This thing, this defines the way science and power works together. It will define us. If i could even manage to make the black hole last longer, we could even use it as a power source. Now stand up, get your pen, and sign that, right here, right now." 

The draftsman was hesitant at first, but as soon as the scientist finished his speech, he quickly did what he said, taking his stylus and signing the holographic document. All the other men watching cheered on.