Spirit in the Sky [Dev Thread]

[Judah Dashiell]

Location : Tabaqui
Objective : Project Alpha



Newly constructed on Tabaqui, the new headquarters of Cecaelia Industrial looked anything but new and futuristic. Yet Judah had wanted it that way, looking rather plain and blending into an aging landscape. While under Levantine rule, Tabaqui was still quite a frontier. A collection of small towns and little villages. There was no organized, planet-wide government system, although Levantine Patrollers were seen every so often to protect and settle disputes. Since Cecaelia was under the Salacia Consolidated umbrella, no doubt some Firemane soldiers had been given reassignment to the new building.


Grabbing a hard-hat upon entering, Judah placed it atop a semi-shaggy head. The atmosphere inside the cavernous space was already loud, despite running on a skeleton crew. Salacia and Cecaelia both had taken promising locals and trained them, putting folks otherwise enslaved or in extreme poverty to work with a relative skill. In the long run, it was easier to train the locals than bring in his own workforce. Not many wanted to move to Tabaqui. Not exactly the most current planet with exciting nightlife.


Large pieces of transparisteel were being cut down to size, flimsi patterns resting on top of the glass-like material to get the correct shape. Cecaelia would be making its first space station shortly. While Judah was a bit concerned about the prospect, considering the relative size of their first station, it was a now or never moment. He had salvaged small stations in the past. Shouldn't be any different, right?


Leaving the cutting floor, he entered a small conference room off the factory floor. A rendering of the station was suspended in air, gently twirling above the table projector. Judah touched a button, giving a cut away view of the station as it turned. The rooms looked endless. Another button highlighted the heart of the station ; controls, life support, generators and the like.


Judah turned away from the projector and stood at the head of the short table. Many beings of different species were crammed in together, some looking a bit uncomfortable.


"Lets get started."

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Location : Tabaqui
Objective : Project Alpha



Days after the initial meeting, Judah found himself aboard a small transport above the planet. Ahead, the long abandoned space stations loomed like rusting monuments to the past. They were not to be touched, housing thousands upon thousands of dead bodies, victims of the long ago Gulag Plague. The pilot -- a local -- kept a wide berth around the structures. Local superstition, not that Judah could blame them in the slightest. He wasn't keen himself on getting a closer look. A respectful distance was closer than needed.


Up ahead, a skeletal structure was starting to appear. It looked haphazard and out of place. Judah supposed that was to be expected, new venture and all. The structure itself was odd shaped to begin with, the left side jutting out almost like an "L" in the darkness of space. The local pilot slowed to a crawl, allowing Judah and the collected Cecaelia higher-ups take a good look at what was taking shape.


"Doesnt look like much now. Looks like the workers nearly have the skeleton complete."


"According to my calculations the workers will have the skeleton complete nearly a standard day early. Running all shifts of course. We're nearly running all hours of the day" The project manager spoke up from his side, the young man scrolling through sets of data on the screen in front of him. "The fabrication of some of the internal parts is on schedule. We're awaiting all parts from the generator though. Manufacturer says there's been a slight holdup."



"Thats fine. We can work around the generator issue if we have to. Prefer not to but this project is full steam ahead."


"Noted Sir. When we return I'll contact Etti IV and try to determine the delay."


"Thanks. Time frame on getting this skinned?"


"Roughly one standard month."


"Then I'll be back in one standard month to check in on your progress."

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Location : Tabaqui
Objective : Project Alpha, One Standard Month Later



Sirena emerged from hyperspace, Judah at the luxury yacht's controls. Filling the viewport ahead was Project Alpha, the first space station underway from the new subsidiary. If all went well with the first one then it would be the blue print for several more...barring if folks actually ordered them.


As promised from the project heads, the space station had been skinned. As the yacht moved closer, glinting could be seen in some of the open spaces meant to be transparisteel. Clearly the workers were a bit ahead of schedule, installing those. With any luck(and hard work) the station itself would be air tight and work could begin inside. With such a large space, interior work was going to take ages longer than the outside specs.


One thing at a time.


Passing the station, Judah navigated the Sirena towards the lush planet of Tabaqui. Time to find out just how far along this project of his was.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Location : Tabaqui ; Conference Room
Objective : Project Alpha



Judah sat staring at the projections currently displayed on the wall. He was bored. Meetings weren't his thing. If someone told him that growing in company size meant endless,boring, soulless meetings he would have thought twice. Days like this wished he was still cruising the backwaters with [member="Thessa Kai"] and their four children (you know, to use as cheap scrap hauling labor). Maybe one day he would retire. What would he do then....annoy Thessa at home? Nerf herd?Old fisherman? He certainly had the beard for it....


"Mr. Dashiell? Excuse me, Mr. Dashiell, what do you think?"


"Er....I'm sorry, about?"


"About the design. Working floor by floor."


"No....Lets have the crews do all their work at ones. Electrical...completely done. Skinning...completely done...so on and so forth. It will keep us from getting hold ups and having to pay to have them on our roster for long. We can get touch ups at a cheaper rate should the need arise."


"Understood. We will get internals started within the next standard week with a projected finish date of three standard weeks. Crews working day and night. From here on out I'd like three shifts so someone is always working on the project, is this fine Mr.Dashiell?"


"Full speed ahead."