Directorate Officer
Lucerne Labs Shipyards, in orbit via Gyndine
Gir Quee found himself relaxing in the executive suite of the yards. While he often holo-conferenced for most of his business dealings, he found that some things were best done in person. He found that when he dealt with other people in person, people were more honest and personable; not just a faceless screenname some thousands of light years away. His “suite”, which he rarely occupied, had transparisteel panes for a ceiling, and several spacious windows which permitted a panoramic view of the world below and the space around him. Several of the company’s own purpose built interceptors flashed over the ceiling, continuing on their rounds across the shipyard. Gir’s blue eyes turned down to eye the vast black ocean before him, with its little lights for stars only obscured by the occasional planetary body, and more often than that, a nearby starship. Gir began to eye some of the orbital traffic, curious as to what sort of ship the delegation would be arriving on.
“Gir, are you okay?”
The blonde-haired man turned to face his adopted brother, the Mon Calamari engineer named Salmakk.
“I’m fine Salmakk,” mustered Gir, “just curious. Sometimes I wonder if Matthew Lucerne was alive today, if he would wonder about the course we’ve taken his company. I can’t help but wonder if he would have supported the Rebel Alliance and the GLC from the start.”
“The Republic holds many of the same ideals,” mused Salmakk, “I think Mr. Lucerne would be content with the Republic, though I’m sure his heart would be for the Alliance or the GLC, if he followed only his heart.”
Gir shook his head, “He was an engineer though…”
“Exactly,” stated Salmakk with a wry grin, “he would have done the same as us, and supported all three and then some. The man had a big heart for just causes, but a practical in his methods.”
“Well, all we can do is wait then,” said Gir, glancing at his wrist-chrono, “they should be arriving soon.”
[member="Regor Laxvan"]
Gir Quee found himself relaxing in the executive suite of the yards. While he often holo-conferenced for most of his business dealings, he found that some things were best done in person. He found that when he dealt with other people in person, people were more honest and personable; not just a faceless screenname some thousands of light years away. His “suite”, which he rarely occupied, had transparisteel panes for a ceiling, and several spacious windows which permitted a panoramic view of the world below and the space around him. Several of the company’s own purpose built interceptors flashed over the ceiling, continuing on their rounds across the shipyard. Gir’s blue eyes turned down to eye the vast black ocean before him, with its little lights for stars only obscured by the occasional planetary body, and more often than that, a nearby starship. Gir began to eye some of the orbital traffic, curious as to what sort of ship the delegation would be arriving on.
“Gir, are you okay?”
The blonde-haired man turned to face his adopted brother, the Mon Calamari engineer named Salmakk.
“I’m fine Salmakk,” mustered Gir, “just curious. Sometimes I wonder if Matthew Lucerne was alive today, if he would wonder about the course we’ve taken his company. I can’t help but wonder if he would have supported the Rebel Alliance and the GLC from the start.”
“The Republic holds many of the same ideals,” mused Salmakk, “I think Mr. Lucerne would be content with the Republic, though I’m sure his heart would be for the Alliance or the GLC, if he followed only his heart.”
Gir shook his head, “He was an engineer though…”
“Exactly,” stated Salmakk with a wry grin, “he would have done the same as us, and supported all three and then some. The man had a big heart for just causes, but a practical in his methods.”
“Well, all we can do is wait then,” said Gir, glancing at his wrist-chrono, “they should be arriving soon.”
[member="Regor Laxvan"]