Chapter 8: Plans of the Future I Part I
Date: March 2, 173 BBY, 10:45 A.M., Location: Varinal, Brartal III, Chasin Momeoran's Modest Estate.
A few weeks had passed since Chasin Momeoran and his wives—Pulchra, Mugruco, and Sahaz—had settled into the rhythm of their expanding life on Brartal III. Their modest estate in the capital city of Varinal was filled with the energy of an ambitious family as they prepared for their next venture. Today, they were meeting with a real estate agent to discuss the acquisition of a massive 1,000-acre property in the Commercial-Industrial District, where Chasin envisioned a groundbreaking new venture: a privately owned planetary shipyard and manufacturing facility for his latest creation, the Ruby Loyal class* passenger cruiser.
The cruiser was more than just another ship; it was the culmination of his knowledge in physics and aerospace engineering, along with the dedication of his company's engineers. Not only would it serve as a luxurious passenger liner, but it could also be adapted for colonization missions—a feature Chasin foresaw being in high demand for those seeking new worlds.
Inside their estate's lounge, Chasin sat with his wives, reviewing the plans for the project. The layout spread across the holo-table showed a sprawling facility, blending innovation with sleek utility. The central shipyard area was designed with the capacity to construct and house multiple Ruby Loyal cruisers, while adjoining production facilities would streamline manufacturing processes. Pulchra, ever attentive to the flow and accessibility of the space, leaned in to suggest areas where the shipyard could better accommodate workers' physical well-being, adding specialized rest stations for both organic and droid laborers.
"So, with a staff workforce split between our organic teams and the LE-series droids, we'll need accommodations tailored to each." Pulchra remarked thoughtfully. "The droids can handle heavier lifts and maintain production without breaks, but we need to keep our organic workers comfortable, or morale and productivity will take a hit."
Chasin nodded, appreciating her insight. "We'll design sections specifically for them—rest zones where they can recharge in every sense of the word. After all, this is just as much a long-term investment in people as it is in technology."
Mugruco with her natural curiosity and drive for discovery, was just as invested. A historian, archaeologist, and co-pilot, she had been deeply involved in their previous explorations and eagerly anticipated the shipyard's completion. "The Ruby Loyal class has such potential." she said, leaning over to point at the expanded cargo holds in the design. "Think of the artifacts, relics, even specimens we could continue to bring back from the lost sector that we have rediscovered and exploring currently. And if this can double as a colonization vessel… there's an entire sector out there that remains unexplored."
At the mention of "The Lost Sector." Chasin's gaze grew distant, his thoughts wandering to the secret he closely guarded. The Lost Sector, initially scouted and partially colonized during Darth Malgus's era, lay hidden in the Unknown Regions, untouched for centuries. Chasin's aspirations extended beyond mere commerce—he envisioned a kingdom of his own, rooted in rediscovered worlds and liberated from the chaos and oversight of the Republic or any their organization like maybe the Hutt's in Hutt Space; After all their criminal reach is far and wide across the galaxy. He planned to rebuild those lost worlds and create a new legacy that would echo across the galaxy, a project only his family and a select few trusted confidants were aware of.
Sahaz Lor was equally enthralled by the vision. "Imagine the creatures we might continue to encounter there." she murmured, almost to herself. The prospect of cataloging unknown species and ecosystems thrilled her. "This shipyard isn't just about industry or exploration. It's a chance to study entire ecosystems, to find more forgotten or undiscovered species we've never encountered."
Chasin smiled, hearing his wives' enthusiasm stoke the fire of his ambition. He stood and motioned toward the holo-table, where the plans for the Celestial Voyager—their current shuttle—were displayed. It was a masterful blend of the Curich-class shuttle's elegance and the GX1 Short Hauler's rugged utility. They had used it on countless expeditions, and the modifications they'd made over the years had turned it into the perfect ship for their family's adventures.
With a flourish, he zoomed in on the blueprint for the Ruby Loyal. "This cruiser is the next step in that dream. The Ruby Loyal isn't just about what we can bring back, but what we can establish elsewhere. If the Celestial Voyager was our gateway, this ship will be our home away from home, a haven for everyone who travels with us."
Time: 11:15 A.M.
A chime at the door signaled the arrival of the real estate agent. Chasin rose, signaling for his wives to join him. They all moved to the main entrance hall, where the agent—a dignified Devaronian in a well-cut suit—stood waiting, his data-pad at the ready.
"Ah, Mister Momeoran, it's a pleasure to see you again." the agent greeted him, bowing slightly. "The property is available, and after reviewing your specifications, I believe it will be more than adequate for your plans."
The group moved into the estate's conference room, where the agent displayed a 3D hologram of the land they were considering. The 1,000-acre property lay in the Commercial-Industrial District's heart, with established infrastructure and ample access to Varinal's transportation network. The projected cost, a hefty 225 million credits, did not deter Chasin, who had built a substantial financial empire over the years. With a net worth exceeding 59.8 billion credits, this investment was well within their means. After confirming a few details with the agent, Chasin finalized the purchase, and a plan for construction was set in motion.
As the agent departed, Chasin turned back to his wives, his gaze steady and determined. "This is it. This shipyard is the foundation of something greater. Today, we start with the Ruby Loyal, but soon… we'll launch the future."
In the weeks following, preparations began at an accelerated pace. Surveying teams assessed the land, and Chasin oversaw the workforce arrangements, dividing tasks between organic laborers and the LE-series repair droids. With his aerospace engineering background, he took an active role, refining designs and ensuring every aspect of the shipyard met his specifications. Pulchra worked closely with him, contributing ideas to optimize the facility for worker health and safety. Mugruco began preparations for their next exploration mission, researching potential sites in the Lost Sector, while Sahaz eagerly compiled lists of the ecosystems and fauna she hoped to document.
At night, as they relaxed in their estate, Chasin shared his vision of the future with his wives. Together, they dreamed of exploration, discovery, and the legacy they would build in the Lost Sector, a new domain that would one day emerge as the galaxy's most well-guarded secret—Chasin's Galactic Kingdom.
Date: March 16, 173 BBY, 9:00 A.M. – Location: Brartal III, Capital City of Varinal, Chasin Momeoran's Estate
The soft hum of the morning sun bathed the dining room in a warm glow as the family gathered around the polished table for breakfast. Chasin Momeoran sat at the head, his posture relaxed but his mind already turning toward the day's business. His three wives were seated around him, each enjoying the quiet start to the morning in their own way. The estate, nestled in the heart of Varinal's city, was bustling with life, yet in this moment, everything felt tranquil, almost serene.
Pulchra was savoring a dish of fresh fruit, the colorful assortment glistening in the light. Her breakfast included soft-shelled eggs, paired with a generous helping of chilled fruit: papro vines from Brartal's local farms, sweet melons from Garel, and a few orange crescent-shaped fruits imported from a nearby system. As a Zeltron, she favored vibrant and energizing foods that not only nourished the body but also appealed to her senses. She shared a smile with Chasin as she delicately sliced a melon, its sweet juices tangling with the tangy citrus flavors.
Mugruco was more reserved in her choice of meal. She had prepared a plate of lightly seared meat from the grazing planets of the Brartal system. It was tender and infused with spices that spoke to her long experience as a treasure hunter and archaeologist, where every discovery was like finding a hidden gem. She paired her meal with a steaming mug of Brartal's robust coffee blend, the bitterness complementing the savory flavors on her plate. As she ate, her mind wandered to the treasures of the Lost Sector, and she was eager to resume their expeditions to uncover the secrets of the forgotten regions.
Sahaz Lor was particularly focused on her meal, which included a protein-rich stew made from locally sourced Brartal livestock and grains, perfect for maintaining her physical strength as a zoologist. Unlike the others, Sahaz preferred hearty meals that provided the energy needed for her fieldwork, often out in the wilds cataloging species or participating in the family's explorations. She ate with purpose, her amber eyes gleaming as she looked up occasionally, observing the interplay of her wives as they conversed.
Chasin finished his own plate—a balanced meal of eggs, toast, and protein—before he set down his utensils and leaned back in his chair. His eyes, however, were not idle. He had been thinking about the next phase of his plans for the Lost Sector and his future Kingdom.
"Pulchra, Mugruco, Sahaz." Chasin began, his voice steady but filled with intent. "I've been thinking about the next step. The Lost Sector, while rich with opportunity, is still largely untamed. We need a capable force, one that can both patrol and secure the area while we continue our explorations. I've been considering the acquisition of a clone army."
The room grew quieter as his wives stopped mid-conversation to listen. Pulchra raised an eyebrow. "A clone army? You've always preferred to build from the ground up. Why not hire mercenaries like most others would?"
Chasin leaned forward, his expression serious. "Mercenaries are unreliable. They're only loyal as long as the credits flow. If they don't get paid, they leave. And when you're operating in the Unknown Regions, surrounded by chaos, you can't afford that kind of uncertainty. We need something more stable—an army that will stand the test of time."
Mugruco, her curiosity piqued, placed her cup of coffee down. "And you're thinking of Kamino? The cloning facility where the Republic used to create its army?"
Chasin nodded. "Kamino has the expertise to create the kind of soldiers we need. I plan on heading there soon to negotiate the creation of a clone army—at least 25,000 soldiers to start with. But they're not cheap. It costs 1.5 million credits per clone just for production—not including combat gear or training. And with their accelerated growth processes, it will take a minimum of ten years to receive fully grown clones."
Sahaz's sharp eyes narrowed, her interest piqued. "You're willing to wait ten years for a clone army? And how will you ensure they don't all look identical? Surely you want some diversity in their genes."
Chasin raised a hand to reassure her. "The clones can be genetically diversified, especially if I can find a suitable donor species—something close to human, perhaps. I've considered using DNA samples from select individuals, perhaps older citizens who are nearing the end of their lives and wish to leave a lasting legacy. They would be ideal, with their wealth of genetic material and potential for diversity."
Pulchra's expression softened, her Zeltron empathy picking up on the emotional weight of his words. "You're planning to build something far beyond just an army, aren't you? A foundation for your future Kingdom."
Chasin met her gaze, his eyes burning with determination. "Exactly. This clone army will not just protect us, but it will also be a symbol—a symbol of stability in a chaotic galaxy. And once we have a foothold in the Lost Sector, we will begin to build more than just ships and armies. We'll lay the foundations for a true kingdom, one that can rival the great empires of the galaxy."
The silence hung in the air as his wives processed the gravity of his words. Finally, Mugruco spoke, her tone thoughtful. "I understand your vision, Chasin. The Lost Sector could be a new home, a safe haven away from the growing corruption of the Republic. But how will you ensure this doesn't turn into another warlord's domain?"
Chasin smiled, a slow, knowing smile. "It won't be another warlord's kingdom. This will be something different. We will rebuild, not just for ourselves, but for future generations. We will create a place where those who seek peace and stability can find refuge. And when the galaxy eventually turns its gaze upon us, they will see that we were always here—building something far greater than just ships or armies. We will be a force that commands respect, not out of fear, but because of the strength of our vision."
Sahaz nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Then let's do it. Let's make this vision a reality."
Chasin stood and walked toward the view-ports, gazing out at the sprawling city of Varinal, which sprawled beneath him. "The next step is to secure the resources, including the DNA samples, and make the necessary arrangements with Kamino. I'll need to travel there soon."
Pulchra rose to her feet and moved to join him. "We'll help in whatever way we can, Chasin. Together, we'll make sure that this kingdom not only survives, but thrives."
As the morning wore on, the family made their preparations. Chasin gathered his thoughts, mentally preparing for the journey ahead. The road would be long, but with the support of his wives, he knew that nothing was beyond their reach.
Date: March 16, 173 BBY, 10:30 A.M.
The day had begun with plans, but it was clear that Chasin's vision of a galactic kingdom in the Lost Sector was no longer just a dream. It was a movement—one that had the potential to reshape the future of the galaxy.
Chasin Momeoran, along with his wives, set in motion a series of events that would span decades, an era of exploration, discovery, and conquest. The task was daunting, but for the first time in his life, Chasin felt that the foundation of his new kingdom was secure.
And as the ships of the Momeoran family prepared to leave Brartal III and set course to Kamino to do their negotiations in person with the Kaminoans; The future of the galaxy seemed more uncertain—and more exciting—than ever before.
Date: March 18, 173 BBY, Time: 11:30 A.M., Location: In Hyperspace, en route to Planet Kamino
The deep hum of the hyperspace engines vibrated through the Celestial Voyager, the sleek ship that was the pride of the Momeoran fleet. The smooth lines of the ship glistened under the starry tunnel of faster-than-light travel, and the soft glow of the navigation consoles illuminated the ship's bridge. Chasin Momeoran stood by the view-port, his gaze fixed on the ever-shifting stars outside, his thoughts occupied with the monumental negotiations that lay ahead. He was on his way to Kamino to meet with the Kaminoans, those master cloners, to discuss the terms of creating a custom army for his new kingdom in the Lost Sector.
Chasin's mind buzzed with the complexities of the coming deal. The price of each clone, the genetic diversity he demanded, the accelerated growth processes—he had prepared for every detail. However, a momentary distraction pulled him from his thoughts.
Pulchra Domine entered the bridge, her Zeltron charm evident even in the early hours. The soft glow of the ship's lighting highlighted her vibrant features—her rose-tinted skin, bright eyes, and a graceful presence that seemed to make the space feel more alive. She approached Chasin, a hand resting on her stomach, her expression a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
"Chasin," she began, her voice tinged with surprise. "I have news. And I think you'll want to sit down for this."
A knot formed in Chasin's stomach, his instincts telling him that something was coming—something important. He turned to her with concern. "What's wrong?"
Pulchra smiled, a warm, mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'm pregnant, Chasin. We're going to have a child."
The shock hit Chasin like a wave. His thoughts were momentarily scattered. Pulchra was always vibrant, full of energy, but this news, unexpected yet deeply meaningful, took him aback. He blinked a few times, his heart racing.
"You're... pregnant?" he asked, still processing the revelation.
"Yes," Pulchra confirmed, her smile widening. "And not just me. Mugruco is pregnant too."
Chasin's jaw slackened slightly as the full weight of the news sank in. Two wives, both with child. His family was growing, and his legacy was being forged in ways he hadn't anticipated. A smile tugged at his lips despite himself.
"By the Force... I'm going to be a father," he muttered, a smile slowly spreading across his face. It was a moment of warmth, a brief respite from the weight of the business at hand. He stepped forward and embraced Pulchra, holding her gently.
"This is... amazing, Pulchra," Chasin said, his voice filled with a new sense of purpose. "We'll raise them well, together." He pulled away and looked into her eyes. "Congratulations."
The two stood there for a moment, the quiet hum of the ship their only company. Then, as if on cue, Mugruco walked onto the bridge, a slightly startled look on her face as she observed their embrace.
Pulchra turned to her and, with a knowing smile, confirmed, "It's true. We're both pregnant."
Mugruco's eyes widened, her mind processing the news. After a few moments, her usual calm and composed demeanor broke into a smile. "Well, I suppose we'll need to start preparing for even more chaos around here, won't we?"
"Indeed." Pulchra responded, her voice light and filled with joy. "It's going to be a big change for all of us."
Chasin stepped back and looked at both of them, feeling a sense of warmth he hadn't fully expected. This was his family, and it was growing, both in size and in purpose. "This is going to be a new chapter for us. A family, an army, and a kingdom. All in the making."
The three shared a moment of silence, the weight of their new reality settling over them. And then, just as quickly, the shift in atmosphere returned to that of mission and purpose. The journey was far from over. But now, with the promise of new life, it felt even more significant.
*The Ruby Royal Class Passenger cruiser is Passenger Cruiser that can carry 650 crew-members and 4,493 passengers. The cruiser has a length: 402.5 meters, width: 66 meters and a depth: 79 meters.