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It had been a few weeks since you closed the deal giving you partial ownership of the shipyard; a run down thing in the neutral Blorg system of Car’cass. You weren’t looking forward to slumming it in a system ruled by those repulsive sentient fungi but you needed to personally take an active role in the running of your new business. The alternative was to accept your fate as the 3rd scion of a minor house. Your eldest sibling was already making their bid for glory, you could not afford to be left behind.
Looking out of the shuttle viewport you saw a vast gantry set along one of the outer orbits in the system; a necessity to facilitate the forming of large hulls without complications arising from nearby gravity wells. Sections of the station were clearly in poor condition; an entire dry dock was non-functional due to damage from a pirate attack and subsequent botched salvage operation. Looks like you had your work cut out for you…
There is no reception for you at the hangar bay. The few crewmates present seem bewildered by your presence, though the imposing presence of Captain Farron and your personal bodyguard dissuades anyone from approaching. Given that you have no idea what to do next this is something of a problem. Eventually you are reduced to accosting random workers until you find one who can direct you to the CEO’s office.
The lack of personnel as you traversed the halls was conspicuous, you had been informed that the station was being run by a skeleton crew; something that would need to be remedied along with the CEOs poor hospitality. By the time you reached his office you were already in a foul mood; you were used to being disrespected in the Imperial Court, but this was supposed to be your domain.
The door was unlocked so you let yourself in. The office was a mess, standees of various smiling yard workers cluttered the sides as if to make up for the lack of actual crew. Behind a grubby desk and an AR display showing several plummeting graphs was a disheveled man in wrinkled formal wear; the smell of alcohol was noticeable.
“What!? They’re already here!? I thought you said the appointment was tomorrow? …Ah fuck she’s standing in my office right now… don’t be sorry, BE BETTER! I’m going to look like a fucking idiot in front of the space princess because you didn’t tell me about this immediately!”
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