K i n g
Location: Leaving Walalla, on board The Resurrection
Time: 0700 Hrs, GST
Missions to the deep core were fairly often for the Count. In attempts to improve relations with the Inner Rim planets he often utilized his company's shipping frigates for trade. This particular trip had been rather uneventful for the Count. After being elected Archlord the first duty that he undertook, after announcing the reformation of The Dominion, was a massive expansion of their planet's defensive fleets. His quarters on the ship were filled to the brim with papers and datapads. All of them holding information on the different ships that would be fitting of the new fleet.
"Thousands of ships and none of them will give us what we need." He said, setting a stack of papers back on the desk in front of him.
Adron stood up, knocking a book from the corner of the desk as he did. With a slight exhale he bent down, recovering the book from it's place on the ground. Taking the book into his hands he read over the cover. "Zakuulian ships?" He muttered, opening the book to look over the ships listed in the book.
"Mass fleets, mechanical crews, effective but not what we-." His words trailed off as the page landed on a new ship, this one was small, fast, and equipped with weaponry that, even now, would prove useful. "The Gravestone..."
Folding the corner of the page Adron made his way out of his quarters, tapping the comm device that was attached to his ear. "Everyone meet me in the deck officer's conference room." He called out to the team he had assembled to help him with the transfer of supplies to Walalla.
It was not long until he had passed through the bridge and arrived in the conference room. Taking a seat he continued to read over the passages on The Gravestone.
[member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Xandari Eriss"]