Ultimatum
Duranium Lord
Ultimatum had finished a relatively lucrative day on Mustafar. He had accomplished basic rearranging of the rules withing the government to make it more understandable for the people in the Galactic Alliance to read through and make certain that Ultimatum was not breaking away from them in any way. He did not like the constant oversight from the Alliance, but he had no choice and he had grown accustomed to it. He nonetheless look forward to the day that he became free of it.
On top of that, reports from his other mines and factories elsewhere in the galaxy showed that thus far they had been accepted into their planets' rulership without a hitch. Credits always seemed to lubricate those sort of transitions fairly well for organics. It was a wonder to Ultimatum. The Foresight also reported that the Hammerhead cruiser was almost ready for flight. It would still take time for the repairs to be complete, but most of the shipyards resources could be diverted to other projects now.
He was understandably quite happy with this. No longer was he forced to look up into space to see that the shipyard had a monster of a vessel there and know that it would stay there for a long time and suck most of the shipyard's working power like a black hole. It also told him soon that he would have a ship he could jump around the galaxy in. A real ship, one that would not be endangered by a patrol craft like the Forerunner or the Fate.
Today was a good day. He had the feeling that it would get better.
[member="Jessica Justice"]
On top of that, reports from his other mines and factories elsewhere in the galaxy showed that thus far they had been accepted into their planets' rulership without a hitch. Credits always seemed to lubricate those sort of transitions fairly well for organics. It was a wonder to Ultimatum. The Foresight also reported that the Hammerhead cruiser was almost ready for flight. It would still take time for the repairs to be complete, but most of the shipyards resources could be diverted to other projects now.
He was understandably quite happy with this. No longer was he forced to look up into space to see that the shipyard had a monster of a vessel there and know that it would stay there for a long time and suck most of the shipyard's working power like a black hole. It also told him soon that he would have a ship he could jump around the galaxy in. A real ship, one that would not be endangered by a patrol craft like the Forerunner or the Fate.
Today was a good day. He had the feeling that it would get better.
[member="Jessica Justice"]
