Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
The world of Yalara, primitive and forgotten, lies a considerable distance from Omega Protectorate space. It is the only real direction in which the Fringe can expand before running into the interests of others -- the Omega Neutral Zone, or the territorial ambitions of the Atrisian Empire. One decisive move will stake a claim that should reserve a decent amount of territory for the Fringe's expansion.
And yet, amazingly, astonishingly, this will not be much of a fight. There's too much to do. An initial survey ship has been lost, and the search and rescue effort must secure not only the pilot but his geological surveys -- which are absolutely crucial. Others will set up a base. Still others will embark on an archaeological dig. And a few, if they seek out violence, may find it necessary to kill some beasties.
But for once, this isn't about fighting.
The Chimaera dropped out of hyperspace over Yalara, along with an immense fleet.
"You have your orders. Go."
And yet, amazingly, astonishingly, this will not be much of a fight. There's too much to do. An initial survey ship has been lost, and the search and rescue effort must secure not only the pilot but his geological surveys -- which are absolutely crucial. Others will set up a base. Still others will embark on an archaeological dig. And a few, if they seek out violence, may find it necessary to kill some beasties.
But for once, this isn't about fighting.
The Chimaera dropped out of hyperspace over Yalara, along with an immense fleet.
"You have your orders. Go."