Crina
Mason sat in an office on the planet. The Requiem was currently being decommissioned, in favor of something newer and grander, so he didn't have the option of sitting in his usual office aboard the ship. That was alright, however, as a new ship was currently being constructed in the Crinan yards that would be more than a replacement for the ship he had been using. Now that they were officially set up on Crina, and were bringing in resources, production was set to increase.
"Sir?"
He looked up to the door.
"Yes?"
"The first ships have arrived at Kalee. You're wanted in the war room for direction."
"I'll be right there."
The aide left and he gathered up his things before standing. Pulling on his jacket, he left the office and walked down the halls to the war room. Here there were several individuals, including a general, waiting for him around the holodisplay. First things first, they needed to be assured of the fact that they could even get down to the planet. He set his things down and pulled up a diagnostics report on the planet.
"Air is breathable, but toxic. The ground is fully irradiated over most of the world according to the probe droids." He perused a little longer. "There's a threat here of mutated organisms. I want the Terraform Processor launched. Send some units groundside as protection, but make sure they're equipped to deal with the radiation."
"I'll send some soldiers down to deal with it," the general said.
"Good. Let's get this going."
Kalee
A frigate approached the atmosphere of the irradiated world and pushed through it. Strapped to the bottom of it was a special housing. As the ship neared the ground, the housing deployed away from the vessel and repulsorlifts allowed the station that was hidden within the construct to descend towards the planets surface on its own as the frigate then pushed its way back out of the atmosphere.
Ships were launched with personnel, equipped with radiation protection gear, to work in the station and to defend it from the irradiated creatures that roamed the landscape. Who knew what they would be up against, but they had to persevere and get the world terraformed so it could be used as a refugee planet. Sacrifices would have to be made.
Mason sat in an office on the planet. The Requiem was currently being decommissioned, in favor of something newer and grander, so he didn't have the option of sitting in his usual office aboard the ship. That was alright, however, as a new ship was currently being constructed in the Crinan yards that would be more than a replacement for the ship he had been using. Now that they were officially set up on Crina, and were bringing in resources, production was set to increase.
"Sir?"
He looked up to the door.
"Yes?"
"The first ships have arrived at Kalee. You're wanted in the war room for direction."
"I'll be right there."
The aide left and he gathered up his things before standing. Pulling on his jacket, he left the office and walked down the halls to the war room. Here there were several individuals, including a general, waiting for him around the holodisplay. First things first, they needed to be assured of the fact that they could even get down to the planet. He set his things down and pulled up a diagnostics report on the planet.
"Air is breathable, but toxic. The ground is fully irradiated over most of the world according to the probe droids." He perused a little longer. "There's a threat here of mutated organisms. I want the Terraform Processor launched. Send some units groundside as protection, but make sure they're equipped to deal with the radiation."
"I'll send some soldiers down to deal with it," the general said.
"Good. Let's get this going."
Kalee
A frigate approached the atmosphere of the irradiated world and pushed through it. Strapped to the bottom of it was a special housing. As the ship neared the ground, the housing deployed away from the vessel and repulsorlifts allowed the station that was hidden within the construct to descend towards the planets surface on its own as the frigate then pushed its way back out of the atmosphere.
Ships were launched with personnel, equipped with radiation protection gear, to work in the station and to defend it from the irradiated creatures that roamed the landscape. Who knew what they would be up against, but they had to persevere and get the world terraformed so it could be used as a refugee planet. Sacrifices would have to be made.