Hannibal Oryen
Slick Fondorian
MARAMERE
POINT MODIE
How an island had come to be made entirely of stygium was up for debate. By all accounts, it didn't make sense. Few things in this galaxy did. Just because it didn't make sense, however, didn't mean that it couldn't be exploited. Hannibal often found that standing around trying to figure out how the roses had grown where they did (or if it were at all reasonable that they grow in the first place) left little time for smelling them. In this case, standing around trying to figure out why this chunk of land was made out of stygium would be a waste of time when they should have been drilling as much of it out of the ground as they could.
He should have been on Csilla perfecting that new droid brain. But boss-man Gerion Ardik quickly found that a restless Hannibal was not a very cooperative Hannibal. Given that this company's success was based on his own damn designs, he could afford to be recalcitrant from time to time.
"Fine. There's some mining that needs to be done on Maramere." The Umbaran had said. "Go make sure the Vong or Retail Caucus or some other asinine entity doesn't show up."
"Swiggity swoot, I'm outta here, ya mook." Had been Hannibal's reply.
Hannibal chartered the first shuttle he could off of Csilla and to Maramere. After landing in the capitol city of Point Modie, he was to make his way to the docks. Hegemonic Automaton had already amassed a sizable battalion of mining and security droids, as well as one of those AN1 Recycling droids. They were good at processing materials. The unfortunate part was that they couldn't just fly in and land on the island. For reasons that were readily apparent, that would have been too dangerous. What they would instead have to do is charter an actual naval vessel (like, water, navy- Hannibal didn't even think they still made those) and hire a bunch of Mere to navigate them through the treacherous Haunted Straits.
All in all it had the makings of a solid plot that would carry on a dev thread for stygium.
POINT MODIE
How an island had come to be made entirely of stygium was up for debate. By all accounts, it didn't make sense. Few things in this galaxy did. Just because it didn't make sense, however, didn't mean that it couldn't be exploited. Hannibal often found that standing around trying to figure out how the roses had grown where they did (or if it were at all reasonable that they grow in the first place) left little time for smelling them. In this case, standing around trying to figure out why this chunk of land was made out of stygium would be a waste of time when they should have been drilling as much of it out of the ground as they could.
He should have been on Csilla perfecting that new droid brain. But boss-man Gerion Ardik quickly found that a restless Hannibal was not a very cooperative Hannibal. Given that this company's success was based on his own damn designs, he could afford to be recalcitrant from time to time.
"Fine. There's some mining that needs to be done on Maramere." The Umbaran had said. "Go make sure the Vong or Retail Caucus or some other asinine entity doesn't show up."
"Swiggity swoot, I'm outta here, ya mook." Had been Hannibal's reply.
Hannibal chartered the first shuttle he could off of Csilla and to Maramere. After landing in the capitol city of Point Modie, he was to make his way to the docks. Hegemonic Automaton had already amassed a sizable battalion of mining and security droids, as well as one of those AN1 Recycling droids. They were good at processing materials. The unfortunate part was that they couldn't just fly in and land on the island. For reasons that were readily apparent, that would have been too dangerous. What they would instead have to do is charter an actual naval vessel (like, water, navy- Hannibal didn't even think they still made those) and hire a bunch of Mere to navigate them through the treacherous Haunted Straits.
All in all it had the makings of a solid plot that would carry on a dev thread for stygium.