Captain Larraq
Capitalist
During an average day dozens, if not hundreds of reports crossed Rygel Larraq's desk. Most of which did not truly require his attention, merely his signature. Every once in a while though, a report sat in front of him with a small flag, curtsy of middle-men who knew how businesses operated. Sitting before him, demanding his attention, was one such report.
Larraq tapped a cigarette in an ashtray as he skimmed over the report. A few of his engineers had been working on an approved project and ran into a snag. The couldn't find blueprints for a component in Mandal Hypernautics databanks and couldn't find a suitable replacement on the market. A... Crystal Gravfield Trap? Larraq had to look that one up. It was rare. Very rare. And more expensive than many capital ships.
His curiosity piqued, Larraq read the document in its entirety.
Larraq tapped a cigarette in an ashtray as he skimmed over the report. A few of his engineers had been working on an approved project and ran into a snag. The couldn't find blueprints for a component in Mandal Hypernautics databanks and couldn't find a suitable replacement on the market. A... Crystal Gravfield Trap? Larraq had to look that one up. It was rare. Very rare. And more expensive than many capital ships.
His curiosity piqued, Larraq read the document in its entirety.