"Anything?" General Korrd asked his men, who just shook their heads at him.
He couldn't help but feel frustrated knowing that the only chance the world had, of becoming something respectable was being threatened.
The sun was starting to set and he could see the twin moons in the sky, he used to be up there leading entire fleets before being demoted to this place.
His thoughts turned to the Players' ship and while he was tempted to take it and escape this place, he had to admit that the last couple of months had been more exciting than... he couldn't remember anymore.
Perhaps it was fighting the beasts that had been released into the world, or maybe it was finally seeing the stagnant dream of the Empire finally moving forward, but he wanted to be here and see what would happen.
He needed to know if this would be just another failure, or if his actions made any difference.
A flash of light from the transporters that the players used to leave their ship and enter the planet told him that another crate full of raw materials had just arrived.
He ignored it and forced himself to concentrate on what was important.
No one here was stupid enough to attack a player, at least not yet.
Everyone knew that the creatures were some sort of enhanced Humans, and they wore primitive armor that resembled something that one would see in a human museum.
Both the player and their armor were powerful enough to put up a fight with even the best of the empire.
The sound of people arguing beneath him drew his attention, he looked down and found that several were training.
Their weapons were little more than swords and outdated weapons, this wouldn't have been out of the ordinary if there wasn't a blacksmith across from them.
The Players' presence was affecting his people's actions.
He hadn't been the only one who had seen one or more men walking around with some kind of outdated armor that belonged in a museum, that showed what people used to protect themselves after society had been forced to start over again.
It was only a matter of time before the men started fighting over the women on the planet, it didn't matter if they were the same species or not after all the strongest amongst them kept the best females for themselves.
He wished he could join them, but he wasn't young anymore, and unfortunately, he knew better than to fight over something that wouldn't benefit him.
So he did the only thing that he could do and asked the empire to send females to the planet, and hopefully, they would be overwhelmed by and.
Who was he kidding, there would be nothing but fighting until someone or something forced them to stop.
He felt the rail press on his stomach, and he stared at it for longer than he liked.
Again he was reminded that he was well past his prime, but he was still a general, more importantly, he still remembered when being a general meant something.
So he didn't feel any shame about what he did.
Soon a ship filled with women and a few men would arrive and when it did his people's numbers would grow, which would mean that the empire would control a large part of the planet.
That meant that they would need the bulk of the resources and if.
He paused to change his words, he couldn't allow his thoughts to leave any openings because that meant that he wasn't confident in his plan.
When he played his cards right he would gain access to the only starship in the area and in time he would learn its secret if it had any.
If it didn't, then he would be in control of it.
It didn't matter if the Players still used it and controlled most of it, they didn't have the numbers to stop his people from taking it, but that was for later.
Right now he needed to get more people.
His mind shifted to the halfbreeds, those that were half Klingon, half something else, perhaps he could arrange for some of those to happen.
He just needed some alcohol and a group of frustrated men and women who didn't care about how they relived that stress.