Ayden Cater
Grumpy Goat
Fondor
Primary Foundry
To say that Ayden was frustrated would be a monumental understatement. Ever since he had arranged a meeting with OmegaPyre's leader, Cira, he had found himself woefully underutilized. In fact by all accounts, the woman wanted him to always remain out of sight and never to be dealt with. That was not what he was looking for when he came to this planet. It was not what he had in mind. But time and people make messes of the best laid plans, and like any good strategist, Ayden had already found ways of turning this into a boon.
In the orbital shipyards, metal sheets were coming together. Beams of durasteel came together in a marriage of fire and light, birthing the skeleton of what would be a great ship. On Corellia, CorSec kept a very close watch on what went on in their shipyards. What was worse, he couldn't have arranged for the construction of his grand vision without giving away his identity or causing untold numbers of questions, and risk jeopardizing decades, centuries of work. But with OmegaPyre, he was able to sign off on the construction of the ship without much of a second glance. Cira and her organization had done well in endearing themselves to the people, that they were willing to devote one of their foundries to the construction of a ship.
Not that Ayden was being stingy, by any means. He could have easily arranged for the whole thing to come out of Cira's coffers, but decided against that course of action. Instead, he diverted funds he had amassed on Corellia through dozens of intermediaries before funneling them into the project. The experience of the facilities in constructing large ships would be a boon. Corellia made fine ships, but most of her workers were experienced with smaller ships; freighters and frigates. Nothing like the capital ship being constructed here.
While the ship's skeleton was being crafted, Ayden sat at a console and worked in relative silence. He was working on a side project that would make this ship a crown jewel within OmegaPyre. On the screen below him, formula rolled down the screen. They were part of the schematics for a hyperspace detection buoy. Since every known ship in the galaxy slipped through hyperspace for galactic travels, there hadn't been much in the ways of early detection. About the only way you could find out about an enemy fleet moving was a good spy network. With these buoys, that would change. Every ship generated a faint hyperspace ripple, like ripples on a pond. It wouldn't be a huge warning, perhaps five or ten minutes. But that would be enough to prime planetary defenses and raise the planetary shield. It would be enough.
