Ultimatum
Duranium Lord
The world of Taloraan was most unusual for a Gas Giant, with a breathable atmosphere and being a supply of Tibanna gas the planet was an ideal location for organic settlement and mining. What was more, there was life on the world that had been used for many centuries to help the newly arrived organics to better survive on the planet. Yet, as with most other gaseous planets there did not appear to be any native sentient life. It was perhaps odd that there were so few, if indeed any, such life existed. If the organic theory of macro evolution were correct, would not sentient life have already appeared on most life bearing planets?
Such a question was beyond Ultimatum, and truthfully he only allowed himself to occasionally question the origins of life and reality. It was a rare luxury, to spare thoughts for such inconsequential things. After all, what did it matter where we came from? Was it truly necessary to know? If that knowledge was known, would it truly change how everybody looked at the galaxy around them? Would they act differently because of it? The artificial did not believe so, thus it was more important to contemplate about the future and what it would bring. Therefore Ultimatum believed that his focus was needed entirely on the future and the end.
Ultimatum had come to Taloraan for one reason, to meet with an organic who had more knowledge and experience than him in the art of ships. The artificial was on a quest and in that mission knowledge was all the power he could need. Everything he could learn, everything thing that could possibly be known, that was his first goal. To know all that he could. The organic he had come to meet, [member="Krasnaya Xue"], had not been made aware of his immanent arrival. He hoped that she would be willing to speak with a stranger. It had taken awhile to track down her work place, but it seemed a fairly accessible location. Supervising traffic control was not the easiest of tasks and thus the artificial did not want to disturb her work. He waited outside the building after speaking with one of the workers in the tower. With some perseverance and a little money he had persuaded the employee to pass along the message that someone wished to speak with Xue, more exactly a droid outside' wanted to speak with her. Ultimatum was patient, willing to wait for whatever amount of time it would take patience was a strength of his.
Such a question was beyond Ultimatum, and truthfully he only allowed himself to occasionally question the origins of life and reality. It was a rare luxury, to spare thoughts for such inconsequential things. After all, what did it matter where we came from? Was it truly necessary to know? If that knowledge was known, would it truly change how everybody looked at the galaxy around them? Would they act differently because of it? The artificial did not believe so, thus it was more important to contemplate about the future and what it would bring. Therefore Ultimatum believed that his focus was needed entirely on the future and the end.
Ultimatum had come to Taloraan for one reason, to meet with an organic who had more knowledge and experience than him in the art of ships. The artificial was on a quest and in that mission knowledge was all the power he could need. Everything he could learn, everything thing that could possibly be known, that was his first goal. To know all that he could. The organic he had come to meet, [member="Krasnaya Xue"], had not been made aware of his immanent arrival. He hoped that she would be willing to speak with a stranger. It had taken awhile to track down her work place, but it seemed a fairly accessible location. Supervising traffic control was not the easiest of tasks and thus the artificial did not want to disturb her work. He waited outside the building after speaking with one of the workers in the tower. With some perseverance and a little money he had persuaded the employee to pass along the message that someone wished to speak with Xue, more exactly a droid outside' wanted to speak with her. Ultimatum was patient, willing to wait for whatever amount of time it would take patience was a strength of his.