Ayden Cater
Grumpy Goat
Years of war, strife, death; none of it had done anything to hamper the continued activities of the galaxy. People laughed, played, stole, loved, murdered and in general carried on much like they had before. Some might have found it enraging that most of the galaxy was content to carry on like normal while a handful or worlds burned. Of course there were demonstrators, on just about every major world, who took it upon themselves to remind people that wars were happening. When the self-righteousness of the ego-maniacal failed to sway the quiet hearts of people, others would turn to violence.
But the truth was not that the people of the galaxy did not care. Rather, they cared too much. How was a single person supposed to weep for thousands, millions dead on one planet one day and then repeat that process again the next? Truly it was a blessing in these dark times that more people were not gifted with the sight of the Force. So many dead, with so much destruction... Ayden had learned long ago to shut that dim, anguished cry of the Force out. Even so, he could feel the pain of the people, the pain of the galaxy.
What then could he do? The weapons of war continued to be churned out in staggering numbers. He no longer had the vast resources of the Protectorate to call upon, nor did he have the industrial base of Corellia to wield in affecting change for the better of others. The galaxy needed something more, something to help it. With fights breaking out suddenly, there needed to be a way to get key individuals into and out of a battlezone. It wasn't enough to just get someone onto or off of the surface, but rather there was a need to get people across the galaxy to move about freely.
The basic concept was one he took from the Cira-class, namely that of covert infiltration. In order to ensure safe passage for certain figures, the ship would need to fly undetected by any hostile force. It was clear then that this was not a craft that would be widely produced. Even if Corellian Engineering's industrial base was still at full capacity, the cost of attempting to mass produce this craft would likely bankrupt the corporation. Rather then, it was to be a rather limited project. Thus he had a concept and scope for the project. Now he had to set about turning his concept into a reality.
But the truth was not that the people of the galaxy did not care. Rather, they cared too much. How was a single person supposed to weep for thousands, millions dead on one planet one day and then repeat that process again the next? Truly it was a blessing in these dark times that more people were not gifted with the sight of the Force. So many dead, with so much destruction... Ayden had learned long ago to shut that dim, anguished cry of the Force out. Even so, he could feel the pain of the people, the pain of the galaxy.
What then could he do? The weapons of war continued to be churned out in staggering numbers. He no longer had the vast resources of the Protectorate to call upon, nor did he have the industrial base of Corellia to wield in affecting change for the better of others. The galaxy needed something more, something to help it. With fights breaking out suddenly, there needed to be a way to get key individuals into and out of a battlezone. It wasn't enough to just get someone onto or off of the surface, but rather there was a need to get people across the galaxy to move about freely.
The basic concept was one he took from the Cira-class, namely that of covert infiltration. In order to ensure safe passage for certain figures, the ship would need to fly undetected by any hostile force. It was clear then that this was not a craft that would be widely produced. Even if Corellian Engineering's industrial base was still at full capacity, the cost of attempting to mass produce this craft would likely bankrupt the corporation. Rather then, it was to be a rather limited project. Thus he had a concept and scope for the project. Now he had to set about turning his concept into a reality.