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Private Pamarthe Anchorage (PamAn)

Jakk Likonis

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Pamarthe Anchorage HQ​

On the planet of Pamarthe, on a relatively isolated archipelago, the headquarters for Pamarthe Anchorage - or PamAn - is located. Consisting of a pair of habitation spheres built into the side of a sheer cliff-face, PamAn is designed to be unobtrusive amidst the natural splendor of the planet. PamAa HQ is powered by hydroelectric generators from the nearby falls, and consists of the following:

CREW: 22
• Chief Engineer: Jakk Parthas
• Section Chief: Alsek Hesst - Sluissi
• 20 Assorted Mechanics, Technicians, Engineers of Duros, Human, Omwati, Verpine, and Sluissi species.

• Smaller sphere
- Landing pads
A series of circular durasteel landing pads, supporting up to freighter-sized craft; fuel droids refuel ships free of charge. Watch your step! We have no railings.
- Reception
A circular room containing a standard protocol droid, guests are free to sit on any of our conform chairs until they are served. Feel free to take in the stunning views through our panoramic transparisteel windows.
- Meeting rooms
Circular meeting rooms, with circular desks; meeting rooms are centered on holotanks, through which information may be displayed. Most business is done here. Meeting rooms are insulated and shielded - rest assured that your business doesn't leave our rooms!

• Larger Sphere
- Primary Landing / Work Bay
A long landing bay tunnel in old Imperial style; static shielding at either end of the tunnel keep dust and wind out, but allow ships to enter and leave. Lining the tunnel are numerous bays where projects may be worked on. Each bay contains workbenches, servomech droids, and mechanical armatures to assist in construction and design.

- Materials storage warehousing
Large warehousing serviced by bulk loader droids; inventory is managed by administrative droids. When materials are needed, armatures retrieve the needed materials and deposit it on floating grav-carts. It's dusty and dark here!

- Foundries & Fabricators
Specialized materials are smelted in plasma forges and cryo-frunaces; specialized custom parts and components are then fabricated via synthicator and duplicator. These areas are hot and noisy - full of whirring machinery and busy personnel and droids.
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Jakk Likonis

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"Well...here we are." Muttered Jakk in the cavernous work bay. The lights were off, the power as well for that matter, and the only noise was the distant roar of the waterfalls from outside, echoing down the halls of the facility.

"He we are." Echoed Alsek to his side, the serpentine Sluissi's voice calm and level. No doubt the gravity of the moment was lost on the nonplussed alien.

It was day one; opening day. The workbenches were covered in plasticene sheeting, the tools were shiny and new, the warehouse smelt of rubber and tread and lacked that grunge that marked it as a working facility. Everything was fresh; everything was ready. Turning to Alsek, Jakk extended a hand. "Couldn't have done it without you. Thanks for your faith in me." It was as much of a thanks as the Sluissi was going to get, Jakk being one of few words.

"It is a small operations. It was not much money." Said the Sluissi factually; though he reached out and shook Jakks hand in return.

"Well..." Jakk sucked on his teeth, contemplating the empty space. "Better get started. Techs are gonna get here in thirty." Jakk tapped a button on his wristlink, and with a thud the hydroelectric generators kicked in; with a whir, the phosphotube lighting flickered on, casting harsh light on every surface. Down the halls, Jakk could hear servomech droids powering on, the furnaces beginning their heating, the armatures in the warehouse going through inventory checks. Walking to a nearby bay, Jakk claimed it as his own, pulling the sheeting off the benches and chairs. "Fill in the techs when they get here? I want to get to work."

Alsek only nodded, slithering deeper into the facility.
 

Jakk Likonis

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1 Month Later

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The reactor schematics hung in the air in the meeting room; mocking anyone who dared call themself an engineer. Jakk sat at the head, of course, hand pressed to his temples - the beginning of a migraine forming. Alsek the serpent-like Sluissi sat coiled in his own chair, utterly un-phased by the schematics and simulation projections; for his species, mechanics and engineering was art - this wasn't a problem to be overcome, but to be celebrated. Scattered around the table were Duros, Humans, Verpine, Omwati, a few more Sluissi, and a single Givin. Racially, it was a whose who of the best engineers, mechanics, and technicians in the galaxy.

"Ok...one more time." Muttered Jakk, hitting a button on the meeting table. The hologram responded by giving an exploded view of the theoretical reactor. "Simple reactor - fusion reaction."

"A sound choice." Affirmed Alsek. "Fusion reactors have powered some of the most notorious high-performance starcraft of all time - the notable Bpr-99 powered the RZ-1 A-wing afterall." There were affirming noises from around the table. "It is also simple: heavy materials or hypermatter is merged under high pressure and temperature to release energy."

"Which makes it perfect. Few moving parts. Low maintenance. High-energy reactions using a variety of fuels." Jakk leaned back, hands behind his head. "But we need to increase efficiency - you've all submitted your proposals, but I want you to work together. Let's group think here people." The issue at hand was simple - PamAn's techs were thinking racially, separating into cliques, and putting forward traditional solutions to age old problems. Jakk wanted more out of his crew. He wanted collaboration, teamwork, and groupthink; he needed his crew to stop thinking as Duros shipwrights, Sluissi artists, and Verpine hive drones - instead he needed them to start thinking as PAMARTHE. "Opinions?"

<We can pre-excite the fuel before fuel injection into the intermix chamber.> Replied a Duros hesitantly in halting Huttese.

"This will increase overall temperature. Especially in the power manifolds." Countered an Omwati.

<We can cycle coolant through the exterior of the manifolds.> Clicked a Verpine.

"That...could work." Mumbled a human. "We have to cycle coolant through the containment shell anyway - designing a system to cycle it through the manifolds isn't an issue."

<Instead of singular energy diverters, we could develop a diversion array.> Hissed a Sluissi.

Jakk nodded as the ideas began to flow, and Aslek nodded subtly at Jakk in response. Getting the crews out of their bays and offices, into a singular room; having them collaborate and working as a singular unit. That was half the battle. Clearing his throat, Jakk got the group's attention. "All of these sound like amazing ideas people. Station chiefs, I'd like you to hold weekly collaboration meetings from now on - have the analysis droids compile the ideas into working models. We can continue to run simulations with the updated designs." There was a chorus of assent from the section chiefs, but the announcement was largely unnoticed as, finally, the different departments began to work together.

They still had a long, long way to go.
 

Jakk Likonis

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3 Months Later

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Activity bustled around the center of the work bay, technicians reviewing simulations and checking datapads with looks ranging from apprehension to excitement. In the center of the hustle and bustle was a bare power core no larger than a small cargo crate - really nothing more than a spherical reactor housing, a blocky power manifold, energy converter matrix, and a tube of proton gas. The whole thing was surrounded by wires, piping, and flanges. It was rough, to say the least. But this was a proof of concept prototype; it just had to work, not look pretty. Future models would be streamlined and standardized. With a klaxon call, the workbay sounded the alarm for the first test, and technicians edged away as protective radiation walls of agrinium rose out of the ground; for good measure, a radiation shield was erected around the core in a shimmering curtain of energy.

"Prepare for primary ignition in ten...nine...eight..." Alsek the Sluissi dispassionately croaked out the countdown, and technicians, engineers, and droids alike watched on with no small amount of nervousness. No one wanted to be at the center of an explosive blast - no matter how contained. "Three...two...one...ignition." There was the squeal of capacitors charging, the distinct sensation of the temperature in the room rising, and the steadily increasing glow from the reactors intermix chamber. Together, all watched and waited...

And nothing happened. "Radiation leaks...negative." Confirmed the Sluissi. "Disengaging blast shielding." The blast doors retreated into the ground and the radiation shielding slowly dissipated; immediately the temperature in the room grew by ten degrees.

"Dank friggin farrik." Swore Jakk, approaching the reactor. "It's bleeding heat like a frelling furnace!" Slowly, he walked around the device, crouching here and there to get a better look at the cable connections and fluidic exchangers. "Status?"

"Intermix reaction is at one hundred percent. Ion injection manifold at sixty percent. Thermal oscillator is at fifty percent - " Began a Duros tech, before being interrupted by Jakk.

"Explains the heat." Muttered Jak, waving a scanner across the reactor.

"- Thermo-converters are at forty percent. Coolant is operating at one hundred percent capacity." Finished the Duros. Around him, technicians muttered and exchanges glances.

The idea was simple. Use a clump of energy to start the ignition, the intermix created a fusion reaction that released ions and electrons; the powerflow went through the power manifolds and into the energy converter, which then flowed to the rest of the ship. The key, was efficiency. The idea was that by using a thermal oscillator the energy requirements for containment of the reaction would be lowered substantially; thermo-converters would convert excess heat from the reaction, of which there was plenty, and recycle that into energy that was reinjected into the plasma stream as ions by way of the ion injection manifolds. In a word, they were making sure not a scrap of heat was left untapped, and used the most efficient means for both energizing and containing the reaction.

"Well...we didn't blow ourselves up." Said Jakk grudgingly, standing up and cracking his back. Around him, the techs chuckled - an enthusiastic human gave a whoop of approval, and the Verpine clicked in unison (their version of applause). "I want teams working on each of these problems. Oscillator. Thermo. Manifold. Get the analysis droids down here, have them scan this thing to chaos and back; get detailed diagrams to everyone, and start running simulations people. We've got more work to do."
 
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2 Months Later

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The armature swung down, holding the two hemispheres of the reaction chamber; inserting the fuel injector, Jakk watched as the armatures twisted the two halves together, locking the chamber and injector in place. Checking the assembly visually and then with a scanner, Jakk flipped his magni-goggles down, before carefully running a microwelder down the seams of the intermix chamber. With each pass, the seams between the two halves slowly closed as the metal softened, then began to molecularly bond to each other. "See that kid? You check with your eyes and the scanner. Every time, at every stage of assembly. You look for discoloration, gaps, abnormalities of any kind; you use the scanner to verify what your eyes see and that there are no micro-fractures." Jakk's voice was gruff and to the point. His people skills weren't exactly...stellar. But the kid had potential, reminded him of himself, actually, back in his military service days. He had the makings of a great engineer - if he could learn patience and gain an overabundance of caution.

Several more passes of the microwelder, and the seams completely disappeared - they were still there of course, but only detectable at the molecular level. "Slow, steady passes kid. Microwelding requires patience and a smooth and steady hand; the Mol-weld will be weaker than full molecular bonding, but more than sufficient for the internals." More than sufficient was an understatement; most companies used the faster (but less superior) fusion weld, especially for mass production. Jakk had instructed every staff member that they would be mol-welding every critical internal component, magna-bolting and molecular sealing every holding pin, and then molecularly bonding the outer casing. "Tough and reliable, kid; tough and reliable. Yeah, it takes more man hours, and yeah it's a pain in the shebs..." Jakk trailed off, wrapping his knuckles against the intermix. "This thing, when it's done? Nothing short of a core overload is gonna bust this thing from the inside, and nothing short of a turbolaser is gonna breach it from the outside." Turning to the kid, Jakk tossed the microwelder towards him. "Come in behind me and finish the welds."

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The lad fumbled the welder for a moment, then seized it tight in one hand before nodding determinedly. "Yessir." Flipping down his magni-goggles, Kirke glanced at his scanner, looked over the intermix chamber with his own eyes, and then clicked the welder back to life. Game on.

He had to concentrate to ensure his hand didn't shake as he moved down the line where Mr. Parth- where Jakk had left off. Somehow, this was more nerve-wracking than plummeting out of the sky on a jetboard that had blown a repulsor. At least in that scenario, there wasn't a room full of professionals to see him go down in a blaze of glory.

Kirke moved slowly, like he'd been told; slower than his boss had gone through the welds, since he was willing to bet Jakk had had himself a fair bit of practice. Once he'd finished one line, he quickly raised the welder to inspect his work, scan it, then dive right back in before the metal had finished softening. If Kirke was patient and didn't screw this up, by the end of the day he'd have picked up a new skill to use in his... personal project.

It was the thought of the 'personal project' that distracted Kirke just long enough to begin to seal up an area that was slightly off from the rest of the body. Kirke actually thought to himself that the difference in color wasn't a big deal, before his own voice shouted in his head, You're looking for discoloration, droyk!

Immediately he pulled his hands away and shut the welder off. Bending down, he could see where he'd begun to fuse a small patch that looked a little off from the rest of the chamber. It hadn't been drastic enough for the scanner to detect, but now that he knew what to look for, it was obvious to his eyes. Sucking a breath through his teeth, Kirke hesitated for all of two seconds. Then he turned. "Hey boss! Ya wanna come look at this?"

There had been a moment of pure instinct that had told the young man that it wasn't his problem, that it was slight enough that he could pretend he'd never noticed, that he was being paranoid and overcautious. Just keep your head down, act like a droid, keep your nose out of it. But though that attitude had kept him alive on the streets, it had never made him any happier. It'd never gotten him a respectable foundry job. And it'd never earned anyone's trust. "Yeah, I mighta messed up."
 
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