Rick Kaloo was taking a stroll through one of Mon Calamari's above-water cities. He rarely got to take a break due to running his company, but he happened to be lucky today. However, his mind was still active, thinking of new ship designs and ship-mounted weapons. At that moment, an idea popped into Rick's mind. Why not just make ships if you could make armored vehicles too? He quickly searched the city for a taxi, looking to get back to The Blade, the headquarters of Ne-Cal Military Space Engineering.
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Rick carefully ran through the crowds, being cautious not to plow into anyone. As he came around a bend, he saw a group of seven adult Wookies clearly standing out from the crowd. What are Wookies doing here? Rick wondered. He didn't have time to think it out before he passed them, their furry figures disappearing around the corner. After another minute of running, he arrived at a taxi terminal. Finding an open taxi, Rick hopped in and told the driver, a young Mon Calamari adult, to take him to The Blade. The taxi driver agreed, and soon they were off the ground, accelerating through the skies above Mon Calamari.
The skies were buzzing with activity, ships of all shapes and sizes soaring by. Yet at the same time, the starships were coordinated, in lines in established traffic lanes. It was a well used balance. Rick Kaloo's taxi was in one of the smaller traffic lanes, curving around the tops of skycrapers and occasionally feeling the breeze from another passing taxi, for this was a common taxi route. There was a sudden ascent in the road, and from five kilometers up, The Blade came into view. It was a large, dagger-shaped facility, rising above some of the largest skyscrapers of the city.
The city didn't have very many skyscrapers, but they would have still been a kilometer or two short of The Blade. It was six kilometers high and multiple kilometers wide, sticking out of the giant metal platform which the city resided on. The taxi took a sharp right, entering a private road. A gate was up ahead, its frigate-sized durasteel doors blocking the road. "Allow me." Rick said to the driver, taking out a small, thin chip and putting it in front of the light of a red scanner in front of the gate. With a quick beep, the circular door opened up and the taxi flew through, into Ne-Cal property.
The area of Ne-Cal property surrounding The Blade was just about half a kilometer, so most of the city inside the property looked like the rest of the city. The taxi started to gently slope downward, approaching a gap in The Blade designed for ships to go through. It was hollowed out, with a frigate-sized hole in its place. The gap itself was located near the middle of The Blade's "blade". Over the taxi's radio, a Mon Calamari traffic officer called to him. "Passcode?" the man asked.
"It's me, Rick." he replied.
After a couple seconds of silence, the man replied "Oh, it's you. Well then, you can enter." The taxi flew out the gap, and started to go into a deeper descent.
"It's me, Rick." he replied.
After a couple seconds of silence, the man replied "Oh, it's you. Well then, you can enter." The taxi flew out the gap, and started to go into a deeper descent.
The taxi descended on a small landing pad sticking out of The Blade, with a bridge leading to the main facility. As it landed on the pad, Rick gave the taxi driver a handful of credits and exited the taxi. It rose once again, flying off to the needs of another passenger. Rick walked down the bridge, surrounded by fences in case someone tripped. Eventually, he came to a locked door. He took out an ID tag that he had in his pocket and stuck it in a small hole in the door. The door opened up, and he walked inside.
Inside the spire, there were Mon Calamari everywhere, in offices, giving speeches, or thinking of new ship designs. Rick ran among them all, occasionally waving. Coming to an elevator, he watched as it opened up and let out a deep breath. The elevator would take him up to the communications room, where he could talk about designing tanks. Clicking on the button "113", his elevator rocketed upward from his current floor, 48.
The elevator was specifically designed for going places fast, and it did that well. In less than a minute, Rick had reached Room 113. As he left the elevator, two other Mon Calamari got on and descended to a lower floor. Unlike the rest of the building, brightly lit up, Room 113 was shrouded in darkness. The only lights came from the buttons on the datapads the Calamari workers were using. Carefully walking into the room and keeping both hands in front of him, he proceeded to enter.
Rick came to where he thought was the center of the room and yelled out, "Where is the radioman?"
A male voice came from the far left corner of the room, replying "Here!"
"Come here!" he told the radioman, loud enough so he could hear. There was a creaking and footsteps, until Rick ran into a Mon Calamari radioman.
"We are going to start producing tanks now." Rick whispered to the radioman.
For a second, he looked at Rick in disbelief, before responding, "I will spread the news."
A male voice came from the far left corner of the room, replying "Here!"
"Come here!" he told the radioman, loud enough so he could hear. There was a creaking and footsteps, until Rick ran into a Mon Calamari radioman.
"We are going to start producing tanks now." Rick whispered to the radioman.
For a second, he looked at Rick in disbelief, before responding, "I will spread the news."
The radioman returned to his station and began to set up an announcement. "Ne-Cal Military Space Engineering will be starting a new branch of construction, armored vehicles."
As the radioman said this, Rick descended down the elevator to Room 80, his offices. He exited the elevator and repeated what the radioman had said to those in doubt. "We will be making armored vehicles from now on, as well as our ships." He entered one of his offices and sat down in a chair by his computer. This would be a busy day.
As the radioman said this, Rick descended down the elevator to Room 80, his offices. He exited the elevator and repeated what the radioman had said to those in doubt. "We will be making armored vehicles from now on, as well as our ships." He entered one of his offices and sat down in a chair by his computer. This would be a busy day.