Braxton called his father and informed him they had placed four new portals. One for his personal use at a safe haven. His father was not happy about that at all, but it was a small matter. He sent images of the sites he had placed of the other three portals. The vistas were sure to draw renewed interest.
Then he moved on to limiting new arrivals to melee weapons and handguns. They would be able to purchase or acquire other weapons naturally available on the planet. These changes needed to be placed immediately.
"This is too much! No one would agree to this. I can't enforce this." Braxton Sr. replied extremely annoyed with these restrictions.
"The guards can have ranged weapons for protection. Your base camp area is devoid of life and the place has almost zero activity. That place is a money pit now. I'm asking you to spend less and providing better places. This should've been started before you launched. Let them use bows and arrows too. Guns make it too easy to wipe out the life in an area. These three locations can support between 100-250 players each and they can travel from there. They are semi safe, no where here is perfectly safe. The rewards for success there translate into fortunes back here." Braxton informed his father.
"What fortunes? All I'm seeing is losses." Sr. responded.
"I've already made ten million and haven't checked my other resources yet." Jr. retorted.
"Millions? I've dumped billions into this venture." Sr. bellowed into the phone.
"Your losses are your fault. Have you even gone and spent time there yet?" Jr. inquired curtly.
"Bah, I'm the boss, I have people to do that sort of thing for me. One day you'll learn what I'm talking about." Sr. grumbled in annoyance.
"I'm growing and you're dying. Maybe you should listen to me for a change. I didn't call to argue. I called to give you an update. Don't open my portals for two days I need to train and if my mounts get killed again you'll lose more money. It will take longer for me to find new locations." Jr said then hung up the phone.
The next thing he did was go train his footwork and melee weapons. He wasn't happy with his performance. After practice they stopped at a store and grabbed some flares.
Then he got online. With the new restrictions he wanted to find a good weapon smith. That way he could have him making weapons exclusively for him. It was an added expense but would pay off for trading. He offered the guy 100k a year and he was on the next plane. The guy arrived later that day.
"Mr. Smith, it's good of you to come. I've got you a credit account setup for 35k. That is for expenses. I need large weapons made. They all need to be like two handed weapons even short swords need large handles. You can also make some normal sized weapons. If you get bored of that make bows and crossbows. Do you have any questions for me?" Braxton said quickly.
"How did you get so freakin huge?" Mr.Smith asked.
"Large amounts of alien blood." Braxton replied plainly.
"That stuff is expensive. How did you come by so much?" Mr. Smith questioned.
"It's not really important for you to know. Do a good job for me and I'll give you some as a bonus. You can use it or sell it." Braxton stated.
"How can I get in touch with you when I have completed pieces?" Mr Smith asked.
"Just bring them by here. There are several different people on his floor. Here is your pass it will allow you get get on this floor. Knock on the doors and if no one is here just leave it in the hallway. If you need something leave a note or call my cellphone and leave a message. Keep all the receipts for business expenses. Use the 35k for rent and facility rental as you need. You'll be pretty much on your own. Make good products and you'll be well rewarded besides your pay. That's about all the time I have for chatting now. I can't wait to see your work in action first hand." Braxton said dismissively.
"Thanks for the opportunity. You won't be disappointed." Mr. Smith replied then turned around and left.
Braxton lifted the phone to his ear and started to try and make a call. It rang and he answered. "Hello?"
"Hey, it's Jax. Been trying to get ahold of you. We sold out already. Do you have any more gear?"
"Not yet. Haven't run into any humanoids yet in my travels. I'm almost three hundred miles from base camp already. It's a huge planet. There is no way of knowing when or if I'll find more. How much money did you pull in?" Braxton asked eagerly.
"Five million off the sales. I'm swapping cells and crystals as fast as I can get them charged. People wait in line for them. Some people must have sold their gear. I can't think of any other reason why there are so many out there looking for the cells. We didn't sell that many." Jax informed him.
"Good sounds like business is doing decent. I just hired a weapon smith. Hopefully he makes plenty of good weapons quick. I want some for trading if I run into Hazuls. The extra I'll leave outside your door." Braxton replied.
"Ok, I'll call the others and see if they had any luck. Later kid." Jax said and hung up.
That was the last bit of business Braxton handled. He focused the rest of the night and the next day spent time enjoying the company of Vixen. The next morning they got up and got ready for another trek into the wilds of the Blood Furnace.
"Alpha review stats." Braxton ordered.
Braxton Ace age fifteen. Level 7
Strength 21
Agility 15
Vitality 22
Constitution 24
Intelligence 11
Skills: Combat Camouflage (Mirage 70%), Knifehand thrust, Skullcrusher heel stomp, Shadowstep 10 feet, Burrow 5 feet, Antitoxin level 1, Scout Vision (Moonshine Halo 60%), Thick Skin level 1, Glide level 1
Storage capacity 135
"Nice that explains a lot. The blood really helped a tun." Braxton thought to himself.
"Alpha show summary of Glide skill." Braxton thought.
Glide - slow descent, minor movement available. Caution, do not try drastic maneuvers.
"That is way more vague then the other skills were." He thought.