The battleship Danton glided through the blackness of space. The multi-colored ship was painted several colors of blue, in honor of the shipbuilders of the Mon Calamari. The ship bristled with weaponry and had a large gouge cut out of it's underside where a mammoth hangar bay resided. Resting on top of the vessel was it's bridge and observation platform, and inside of that platform, standing near some large viewports, where a group of ten men. One of them was a wookie, another was a trandoshan. A third was a Mon Calamari, a fourth one was a human. A fifth was a Kubaz, a sixth an Azguard, a seventh a Ferrerro, an eight an Rodian, a ninth one a Bimm, and finally a tenth one being a Tynnian. They were all respresentitives of not only their own alien species, but also of their homeworlds, being that these diplomats all hail from worlds within the galatic coalition. The one in charge of the whole expedition was the wookie, a general within the galatic coalition, named Waracca.
"So, what do you think of the proposal?" asked waracca in his wookie mewly voice.
"It is very interesting, general, if it can be made to work. It will be a large investement, sure, but the payoff would be very great indeed. But if it does not work, then it could mean financial ruin for any number of our goverments." responded the human.
"What of security, such as pirate attacks, enemy factions moving in to takeover our territory, and the such?" asked the Rodian. He had been in a few battles with the Empire in the last war, and had such experiences.
"First of all, no need to worry about enemy factions. The entire arm of Wild Space is cut off from travel, except for one lane left open for shipping. But for those local threats and any sneak attacks through our shippers, a flotilla will be staioned here, under my personal supervision." responded waracca.
"Now, what kind of work will we be doing out here, precisley?" asked the Kubaz.
"We will be strip mining several dead planets for their resources, and harvesting other resources from living sources. This is a strict economic effort, to boost the economy of the Coalition." replied waracca.
"And what of the working pace when we start working? I don't know about you or the others, but my species tends to work in a slow deliberate pace, preferring quality over quantity." asked the Mon calamari.
"Work pace will be dictated by whatever you feel comfortable with. But let me point out something first. Your species will merely be the observers and controllers of a large droid workforce. Very little of the process will be handled by organic speices." said the wookie.
"Also, what about personal comforts while on the planets. You know what they say, all work and no play makes Regrad a dull being." spoke up the Azguard.
"A city will be constructed on each planet, and will serve not only as a shipping port, but will also provide R&R for the entire working staff." replied the wookie.
"Are we all now satisified?" asked waracca.
With everyone nodding their heads, pleased not only at the responses to their own answers, but also to the answers of their colleagues, he motioned torwards the viewport.
"Then we shall move on to take possession of the first planet. This one shall be in possession of the Trandoshans, and will specialize in providing the Coalition citizenry and military with meat foodstuffs and manfucatured weaponry and goods. Navigator? Lay in the course." ordered the wookie.
Minutes later, they were in hyperspace, heading away from the Azguard sector and torwards their destination.
"So, what do you think of the proposal?" asked waracca in his wookie mewly voice.
"It is very interesting, general, if it can be made to work. It will be a large investement, sure, but the payoff would be very great indeed. But if it does not work, then it could mean financial ruin for any number of our goverments." responded the human.
"What of security, such as pirate attacks, enemy factions moving in to takeover our territory, and the such?" asked the Rodian. He had been in a few battles with the Empire in the last war, and had such experiences.
"First of all, no need to worry about enemy factions. The entire arm of Wild Space is cut off from travel, except for one lane left open for shipping. But for those local threats and any sneak attacks through our shippers, a flotilla will be staioned here, under my personal supervision." responded waracca.
"Now, what kind of work will we be doing out here, precisley?" asked the Kubaz.
"We will be strip mining several dead planets for their resources, and harvesting other resources from living sources. This is a strict economic effort, to boost the economy of the Coalition." replied waracca.
"And what of the working pace when we start working? I don't know about you or the others, but my species tends to work in a slow deliberate pace, preferring quality over quantity." asked the Mon calamari.
"Work pace will be dictated by whatever you feel comfortable with. But let me point out something first. Your species will merely be the observers and controllers of a large droid workforce. Very little of the process will be handled by organic speices." said the wookie.
"Also, what about personal comforts while on the planets. You know what they say, all work and no play makes Regrad a dull being." spoke up the Azguard.
"A city will be constructed on each planet, and will serve not only as a shipping port, but will also provide R&R for the entire working staff." replied the wookie.
"Are we all now satisified?" asked waracca.
With everyone nodding their heads, pleased not only at the responses to their own answers, but also to the answers of their colleagues, he motioned torwards the viewport.
"Then we shall move on to take possession of the first planet. This one shall be in possession of the Trandoshans, and will specialize in providing the Coalition citizenry and military with meat foodstuffs and manfucatured weaponry and goods. Navigator? Lay in the course." ordered the wookie.
Minutes later, they were in hyperspace, heading away from the Azguard sector and torwards their destination.