Ultimatum
Duranium Lord
There are many things in the galaxy of value. Some are ancient, some are new, some are alive, and some are dead. Somethings were valuable because of their historical importance, others because they are powerful, some because of personal preference. No matter what it is, it always will boil down to whether a person cares. A single item may turn the tide of a war, turn a galaxy on its head, perhaps even change the universe. But does it matter if the person who has it does not care?
Ultimatum knew of many things of importance, he was naturally talented in deciding the intrinsic value of an object. He had enough historical data to be able to decide the value of almost any individual object. However, he found that it was not inanimate objects that held the greatest importance in the world. It was living beings. Organics, artificials, and anything in between. They were all capable of much more than any weapon.
When it came to organics there were three sorts. Those that had experience and knew what they were doing. Those with drive but no experience. And then finally those that were neither and became nothing more than leeches on a society. Ultimatum had made many deals with the first of these. He had met a number of the third and generally regretted it as a waste of time.
One thing he had found was that historically it was the second group that most altered or played the largest role in the shaping of galactic events. He had only met a small number of people of this grouping. They had seemed usual for the most part, nothing particularly special but he could point them out.
Among this second group there was a refined section that had more drive than almost any other. So much so that these individuals often did not put much stock into the importance of tasks that most would consider important. They would throw themselves at whatever they believed they enjoyed and do it almost always with gusto, wearing themselves out in the process. They were also impressionable. They were the children. They were important and Ultimatum knew this.
The one problem was that he had never dealt or even met a child before. It would soon prove that his small studies in that area would be insufficient for what they were really like. He would find out all too soon that he was unprepared on exactly how to work with a child. He was too used to working with matured organics.
He had been notified that a small organization of organic children were looking for a ship manufacturer to produce a ship for their use. Ultimatum had been intrigued enough to put himself up as a potential candidate. It would put his relatively new shipyard to a good test. In truth the hardest thing that had been worked on was the Hammerhead cruiser that sat in the shipyard. It was a fraction of the size that Ultimatum had in mind, but was older and he was having parts built to fit the ship. Building a whole new ship would be easier, which would be what he was doing.
He looked forward to a meeting with this child, [member="Ryker Tal'verda"]. He had sent the Fate to pick up the child and had ordered the crew to take care of the child's needs as required. He hoped that AU-01, the crew's assault specialist, was not boring the child with tales of battles and other such.
Ultimatum knew of many things of importance, he was naturally talented in deciding the intrinsic value of an object. He had enough historical data to be able to decide the value of almost any individual object. However, he found that it was not inanimate objects that held the greatest importance in the world. It was living beings. Organics, artificials, and anything in between. They were all capable of much more than any weapon.
When it came to organics there were three sorts. Those that had experience and knew what they were doing. Those with drive but no experience. And then finally those that were neither and became nothing more than leeches on a society. Ultimatum had made many deals with the first of these. He had met a number of the third and generally regretted it as a waste of time.
One thing he had found was that historically it was the second group that most altered or played the largest role in the shaping of galactic events. He had only met a small number of people of this grouping. They had seemed usual for the most part, nothing particularly special but he could point them out.
Among this second group there was a refined section that had more drive than almost any other. So much so that these individuals often did not put much stock into the importance of tasks that most would consider important. They would throw themselves at whatever they believed they enjoyed and do it almost always with gusto, wearing themselves out in the process. They were also impressionable. They were the children. They were important and Ultimatum knew this.
The one problem was that he had never dealt or even met a child before. It would soon prove that his small studies in that area would be insufficient for what they were really like. He would find out all too soon that he was unprepared on exactly how to work with a child. He was too used to working with matured organics.
He had been notified that a small organization of organic children were looking for a ship manufacturer to produce a ship for their use. Ultimatum had been intrigued enough to put himself up as a potential candidate. It would put his relatively new shipyard to a good test. In truth the hardest thing that had been worked on was the Hammerhead cruiser that sat in the shipyard. It was a fraction of the size that Ultimatum had in mind, but was older and he was having parts built to fit the ship. Building a whole new ship would be easier, which would be what he was doing.
He looked forward to a meeting with this child, [member="Ryker Tal'verda"]. He had sent the Fate to pick up the child and had ordered the crew to take care of the child's needs as required. He hoped that AU-01, the crew's assault specialist, was not boring the child with tales of battles and other such.
