Expansion: The Next Step

[Zaiden Dean]

[member="Jules Crux"]

Proxida
Reclined in his seat on some god forsaken ship, Matreya seethed. Things had gone south recently, in an odd way as they had grown as well. He had been seeking to expand, but it had jumped out at him without warning. Now he was left with demands that needed to be met, contracts that would need completion and soon!

Reaching into his jacket pocket, the youthful exuberant man drew forth something very unbecoming. Removing the spoon inside the small vial, filled highly with a murky thick substance, he dipped what could hardly be more than a dot of the stuff, then placed it on his tongue.

In moments he exhaled, slumped a bit further, as if his muscles had ceased to work properly. Which they had. Blue was a chemical he had been working on for years back in his universe, based on a substance known as Rokna Blue. Taking this as a primary, he worked with a friend to turn it to a less poisonous drug that could be sold. The result was... less than appealing.

In the end Matreya gave that up, and simply decided to use it himself every so often instead of selling to people that went about blabbing! Optimistically, this was not something that would be found with the new company he would be making.

 

[EmKay]

"Did you calibrate the system properly?"
"Yes, sir."
"And the shielding?"
"It should be back to normal."
"Should be?", Crux frowned, "Why don't you do check and make sure?"
"Yes, sir."

Denko sighed and continued his survey of the facility. It had been a month or two since he and Valashu had first set foot on Proxida. The smuggler-turned-executive had honestly lost count of the time. So much had happened in the short span of time. He had built a lightsaber, which led him to discovering the Je'daii Order, and ultimately he found out he was the bastard son of Josiah Denko, otherwise known as Herodias Ren of the First Order. Of course, the young man decided against falling in with that crowd. Too much bad guy, not enough pay. In all of these events, Crux forgot about his establishment on Proxida until a week or two ago when he got the call from Val asking how things were going. Naturally, the smooth-talking smuggler wove a tale about it doing great and just fine, then rushed to the volcanic world and hurriedly reorganised.

As a consequence of the neglect, they had not yet made anything in the way of real innovation or advancement. In fact, they were now having some technical difficulties to do with systems acting up as the remodel went underway. The whole place was practically gutted of everything except the top level management office and observatory. Everything else was stripped. The entry floor was remodeled to open up to a secretary's desk. She mostly looked at strange holonet videos, but was put there partly because she was unskilled and somewhat attractive, and partly so there was someone to watch the door. From there, two side doors led to two storage closets full of environmental gear and cleaning supplies. The crescent-shaped room opened up behind the secretary's desk to a hub room full of lifts. Three on the left went up, three on the right went down. The lifts could access every floor in their respective directions, and were intended to reduce traffic.

Starting here, the next level up was full of supply. It was all storage rooms, nothing extravagant to see, and mostly empty containers. From there, a research lab full of apparatus to study properties, effects, and generate theories on how sciences may be applied. It was essentially a think tank. Up from there, the administrative offices were comfortably above everything else, with private access to the observatory penthouse. That level had exquisite views of the ever-shifting volcanic landscape.

In the other direction, activities became more critical. The first level down was a security checkpoint that intercepted all lifts, then from there it went to the first level of experimental laboratory. The next two levels down were more labs, and then below there were a server room, a security armoury, and finally the shield and power generators. The two lower labs were still under construction, and the improved power generator was not agreeing with the shield grid. It was still keeping the heat out, but one slave-employee had lost their nose to the shield when the anti-organic shield was definitely inactive. So they were trying to figure that out before anyone else got injured.

"Sir," came a voice from Crux's comm on his desk, "We just received a transmission saying that Valashu is on his way to Proxida."
"...Feth."

[member="Matreya"]

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Drawing down the hood of his Archer Armor, Valashu stifled a yawn for a moment, then turned and signalled his Lieutenant, "Let the other ships know the proper coordinates. Have them be encrypted by SARRAH. Don't want anyone locating Proxida before the time is right. Its remained hidden for hundreds of years now, and I want it to stay that way.

"Then, I will take a meal in the training room in an hour." Valashu said, rising to his feet. Tapping a small device on his wrist, he activated the No-Show found there. It wasn't so much as he wanted to be stealthy on his own ship, as it was that he was tired of the running sounds found aboard the craft.

Knowing that the other ships, each a Freighter carrying at least a million creds worth of gear for the new factory, each, was to wait until in space before having them know the destination, was a good thing. He feared, as of late, corporate espionage. Thus he waited until they were but a few moments from the planet, as well, had given the information over to the Captains of his ships, as they were the select few with SARRAH installed into their coms.

Tapping a button along a way he passed, ahead the same wall began to fall back to reveal entrance to a small training facility. He used it to maintain the skills required to stay hidden from sensors and the like. Now that his company had access to such, he didn't feel the need as much, but it was still a wonderful place to test his Stealth as it is.

Losing himself in his training, he almost worked through the arrival of his meal. But he received the food, and accompanied info, with a smile. They were almost there.

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Val led his lieutenants from their crafts, followed by captains, towards the tower that was his companies other branch. Which... looked no different. He chuckled. This was the purpose behind bringing the gear. He hadn't been to sure Jules could do the necessary work as it was.

Notching an arrow, Valashu let it fly, which arced through the air towards a high up window. The one he had guessed Jules would label the Exec Office. The shafted projectile would likely slam at least nose deep into the wall; it was an odd way to note his arrival.

[member="Jules Crux"]
(Realized I never replied to this. I'm like... DA FUQ lol)