Plans of the Future II
Date: May 22, 170 BBY, Time: 2:30 P.M., Location: Brartal System, Planet Brartal III, Capital City of Varinal
The sun hung high over Varinal, casting long shadows across the bustling capital city of Brartal III. Its vibrant energy was evident in the streams of travelers, traders, and city folk moving through the wide, tree-lined streets. The city, though modest compared to some of the galaxy's more extravagant hubs, hummed with an industrious rhythm that seemed to welcome all who sought a new life or new opportunities.
Chasin Momeoran leaned back against the soft leather of the speeder's seat, feeling the comforting sway of the vehicle as it glided effortlessly through the streets. The warm breeze from the open windows mixed with the rich scents of fresh soil and blooming flora that were common throughout the city. The family's modest estate was only a few kilometers away, but the journey this afternoon was more than just a return home.
It had been almost a week since their return from the Lost Sector, and the recent events still echoed in Chasin's mind. The expeditions into that distant and mysterious region of space had yielded new secrets, but it was the one discovery—the realization that the Sith Empire once had a foothold in the Unknown Regions—that had truly captured his attention. The ancient ruins they had uncovered were filled with both promise and danger, but they were only a piece of the puzzle. He knew that one day, someone—perhaps even his family—would return to explore deeper into those dark corners of the galaxy. For now, though, there were more immediate matters at hand.
As the speeder cruised past the gleaming spires of Varinal's bustling center, Chasin's thoughts turned to the expansion of his family's empire—not just the literal one built on the cornerstones of exploration and discovery, but the more tangible empire they were creating on Brartal III. The recently approved plans to purchase commercial lots for new industrial projects were in motion, and today's meeting with the real estate agent was the next step in that ambitious expansion.
The conversation with the agent was still fresh in his mind. They had agreed on the price for the two massive commercial lots—each nearly a thousand acres—and the five additional residential and commercial lots that would make up the foundation for his future endeavors. In total, the purchase amounted to a staggering 857.75 million credits, a price well within the family's means given their current wealth. Still, in the larger scope of the galaxy's shipping industry, they were a small player—just another shipping corporation hoping to break through in a sea of competition.
Yet, Chasin had always been a visionary. He wasn't just interested in expanding his fleet of ships; he wanted to establish a legacy, to create something that would endure far beyond his lifetime. The Ruby Loyal Class passenger cruisers were a cornerstone of that vision, but the larger picture included much more: a thriving industrial hub, complete with shipyards, factories, hotels, hospitals, and residential zones for the organic workforce and future residents of Brartal III.
"Soon," Chasin whispered to himself as he gazed out at the sprawling urban landscape. "Soon, this will be a place where new lives are built, not just for us, but for countless others."
Date: May 22, 170 BBY, Time: 2:45 P.M., Location: Brartal III, Commercial District
The speeder came to a smooth stop in front of a nondescript building in the heart of Varinal's commercial district. The real estate office was small but well-kept, and the agent—a grizzled older human with the typical jaded look of someone who had seen too much in their career—was already waiting outside. Chasin and his wives disembarked from the speeder, Rylona and Jarek in tow, as they made their way to the office.
Mugruco shot him a knowing look as they entered the building. Her lekku twitched with quiet excitement; her mind was already thinking about the next great discovery. She had always been the most curious of the group, often lost in the depths of ancient texts and relics, but she had proven to be a steady and reliable partner in matters of business as well.
"Everything set for the meeting?" Chasin asked as they entered the agent's office.
"Everything's ready, Captain," the agent replied, gesturing for them to sit. "The Data-pads's been prepped, and the prices are locked in. We'll just need your signatures, and then the deal is done."
Chasin smiled, his heart swelling with a mixture of pride and excitement. This was more than just a business deal. This was the first step in creating something larger—a legacy that would last for generations to come. It was a future where his family would not only be explorers and historians but also the builders of new worlds, the creators of a future that would reshape the galaxy in subtle ways.
"Let's do it," he said, his voice calm and determined. "Let's make history."
As the meeting progressed, Chasin found himself reflecting on the many paths that had led him to this point. His early days as an explorer had been filled with uncertainty and adventure, but now he stood on the cusp of something greater. His family had grown, both in numbers and in ambition. Sahaz Lor was expecting their third child—another step in the journey of their ever-expanding family.
Sahaz, ever the calm and grounded presence, sat beside him, her soft hands resting on her small but growing baby bump. She had always been the one to bring balance to the family, and Chasin could see the future of their growing clan in her eyes. Together, they were more than just explorers or business owners—they were a family destined for greatness.
As the final papers were signed and the deal was concluded, Chasin couldn't help but smile. The next chapter of their story was about to begin.
Date: May 22, 170 BBY, Time: 3:30 P.M., Location: Estate of Chasin Momeoran
Later that afternoon, the family returned to their estate, their minds already working on the next steps. The deal had been completed, but there was still much to do. The plans for the new shipyards and facilities would require months of preparation, and Chasin intended to oversee every aspect personally. He had always been a hands-on leader, and he wasn't about to change now.
As he sat down in the study, looking over the blueprints for the new facilities, Rylona crawled onto his lap, her small hands resting on the data-pad as she tried to mimic her father's work.
"What's this, Daddy?" she asked innocently, looking up at him with her wide, curious eyes.
Chasin chuckled softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "These are plans for something big, Rylona. Something that will make our family's future even brighter."
She beamed up at him. "I want to help too, Daddy!"
"You already do, sweetheart," Chasin replied, kissing the top of her head. "You and your brother are the most important part of it all."
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the city, Chasin felt a deep sense of peace settle over him. The work ahead would be challenging, but with his family by his side, he knew they could achieve anything.
May 29, 170 BBY, 9:30 A.M., Brartal System, Planet Brartal III, Capital City of Varinal – Chasin Momeoran's Estate
The sun had barely risen over the rolling hills of Brartal III, but inside the modest yet grand estate of Chasin Momeoran, the quiet bustle of family life was well underway. The estate, which had recently been expanded in both its estate grounds and its architectural grandeur to accommodate Chasin's growing family, was a sanctuary for the Momeoran household, nestled just beyond the outskirts of the bustling Capital City of Varinal.
Inside the dining hall, a spacious room adorned with dark wood and polished marble, the air was filled with the comforting aroma of a hearty breakfast. Chasin Momeoran, the patriarch of this growing family, sat at the head of the table, sipping a steaming mug of cafe, his sharp gaze softening as he observed his loved ones. His three wives were seated around him, each one in their own quiet moment of comfort. His daughter, Rylona, was seated on his lap, her warm rose-colored skin glowing softly in the morning light, as she eagerly reached for her breakfast. The Zeltron-Human hybrid's cherubic smile was one of innocence and joy, especially when her father whispered sweet nothings to her.
At the opposite end of the table sat Mugruco who delicately sipped her juice, her lekku carefully arranged over her shoulders as she discussed with Chasin the logistical challenges of their growing business empire. Her voice, a calming tone, carried through the room, offering gentle insights into the latest developments concerning their corporate expansion.
Sahaz Lor was absentmindedly toying with a piece of fruit in her hand looked contemplative as her eyes gazed out the large bay window. She had a small but distinct baby bump now, a sign of the new life she carried—one that would soon add another layer of complexity to the ever-growing family dynamic. She had always been the quiet one, but today she was lost in her thoughts as her tail swayed gently under the table.
Jarek, their son, was seated beside Pulchra that has an air of serenity about her, her presence bringing balance to the household. Jarek, the quiet, somewhat shy child, ate slowly, his vibrant blue skin matching that of his mother. He often found solace in the moments when his family was gathered in harmony, though he occasionally found himself irritated by his younger sister's tattling. However, despite the occasional sibling rivalry, the family bond was un-shakeable.
"Father, the shipment of materials from Corellia has been delayed again," Mugruco spoke up, looking over her data-pad. "If the delay persists, we may not be able to meet our targets for the new shipyards."
Chasin, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration, reached for his comm-link as he mulled over the news. "Not good," he muttered, his tone filled with determination. "I knew we would run into supply problems sooner or later. This expansion was inevitable, but the logistics... they're a headache."
Pulchra, ever the voice of calm in moments of stress, placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "Don't worry, Chasin." she said softly, her voice steady as always. "We'll handle this. We always do."
Chasin smiled wife, feeling the warmth of her support. But despite her comforting words, the reality of the situation weighed heavily on him. He had recently secured a massive expansion of his business corporation on Brartal III—two enormous commercial lots, over a thousand acres each, to establish additional shipyards and factories to accelerate the production of his Ruby Loyal Class passenger cruisers. This expansion was crucial to his long-term plans of not only enhancing his fleet but also establishing a shipping and tourism network across several star systems, especially the newly rediscovered ones in the Lost Sector. But with success came growing pains.
The lack of proper cargo transport ships, the kind needed to move such large quantities of materials and products, was a major bottleneck. The larger Galactic shipping companies, monopolistic in their control over such vessels, would not sell their ships to private buyers like Chasin. They had a stranglehold on the market, and despite his growing wealth—his company was valued at over 68 billion credits—Chasin was still a small player in the larger galactic economy.
"I need to solve this now." Chasin muttered under his breath, knowing time was of the essence. He quickly reached for his holo-projector, activating a call to a trusted contact at the Sienar Fleet Systems facility located on Raxus Prime, a planet known for its vast scrap yards and recycling operations.
"Time to take matters into my own hands." he said, activating the device. The holographic image flickered, revealing a tall human male with a meticulously shaved head and a suit emblazoned with the Sienar Fleet Systems logo.
"Mr. Momeoran," the man greeted, his tone professional but not overly warm. "What can I assist you with today?"
"Captain Voren," Chasin replied, his voice steady but direct. "I need to schedule an appointment with your team at the shipyards on Raxus Prime. I've been exploring options for acquiring large cargo vessels, and I believe your facilities may be able to assist."
"I see," Captain Voren replied, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Our shipyards are quite busy, but we have a few unused vessels that might suit your needs. I can arrange a tour of the facilities. When would you be available?"
"Some in the next few days." Chasin replied. "Set it up for me as soon as possible. The sooner we can settle this, the better."
"I'll have my people reach out to yours." Captain Voren said. "We'll get something scheduled. You won't regret this, Mr. Momeoran."
The connection was severed, and Chasin leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "I think we've got the first step covered."
Mugruco raised an eyebrow. "You believe the Sienar fleet will be willing to sell to us?"
"They have to," Chasin replied, his tone resolute. "If we're going to expand our operations, we need those ships. And if Sienar is unwilling to cooperate, we may have to find a way to... encourage them."
Rylona, oblivious to the deeper meanings of their conversation, tugged at her father's sleeve. "Daddy, can we play now?"
Chasin chuckled and gently scooped her up. "Of course, sweetheart. Let's finish breakfast first."
As the family continued their breakfast, the sun now fully illuminating the room, Chasin's thoughts returned to the business at hand. There was still much to do, but with the upcoming trip to Raxus Prime, he could feel the wheels of the plan turning. The future was within his grasp, but he knew it would take both careful planning and bold action to secure it.
Date: June 3, 170 BBY, 3:30 P.M. Location: In the Raxus System, above the Planet Raxus Prime.
The shuttle Celestial Voyager emerged from hyperspace, its sleek form slicing through the stars, and as it approached the imposing planet below, the scene that unfolded was a testament to both industry and decay. Raxus Prime, a world steeped in the refuse of galactic history, lay sprawling beneath them. The planet's surface was a patchwork of junkyards and scrap heaps, where old war machines and long-abandoned ships rotted away under the toxic atmosphere. Massive mountains of rusted metal towered like ancient citadels, and billowing clouds of smoke and pollutants filled the skies. The air, thick with industrial fumes, carried a sharp scent of burning oil and chemicals— a stark reminder of the planet's role as a graveyard for once-proud warships, now left to decay in the pollution-choked air.
Chasin Momeoran, standing at the viewport with his wife Mugruco by his side, gazed at the bleak landscape below. Though the sight was far from beautiful, it was a reminder of the opportunities hidden within decay. Raxus Prime, while desolate, housed valuable materials and the key to his ambitions: massive cargo ships, perfect for expanding his corporation's fleet.
Mugruco, her lekku twitching slightly in response to the oppressive atmosphere, gave a knowing glance toward Chasin. "This place... it feels like it's choking on its past," she commented, her tone contemplative but unbothered. "But if there's one thing I've learned, it's that you always know how to find treasure in a junkyard."
Chasin nodded, appreciating the loyalty and sharp insight of his second wife. Mugruco, with her blend of expertise as an archaeologist, historian, and treasure hunter, had a unique knack for finding value where others saw only ruin. It was a skill he had come to rely on time and again. The Celestial Voyager made its final descent, the shuttle cutting through the smoke and ash, as they approached one of the largest Sienar Fleet Systems' landing pads. Chasin, still focused on the task at hand, could not shake the feeling that this trip would mark the beginning of something bigger.
The shuttle touched down with a soft thud, its engines humming to a quiet stop. As the hatch opened, the sharp industrial smells of Raxus Prime immediately assailed their senses. The air was thick, and the ground beneath them vibrated with the steady hum of machinery working tirelessly.
Mugruco quickly un-clipped her safety harness, taking a deep breath before retrieving a small air filtration mask from her satchel. She adjusted the mask over her mouth and nose, and Chasin followed suit. They weren't accustomed to the thick, metallic stench of the planet, but it was a small price to pay for the potential fortune that awaited them.
"Stay close," Chasin instructed, his voice muffled slightly by his own mask. "We'll head to the office, get this deal done, and head back to the shipyards. We don't have much time to waste."
Together, they walked down the ramp, the ground beneath them firm and worn, leaving impressions in the old metal of the landing pad. The stark contrast between the cleanliness of their shuttle and the grimy industrial surroundings was palpable, yet the environment was one that had long thrived on efficiency, albeit at the expense of comfort and cleanliness. They made their way toward a large structure on the horizon—a moderately sealed building that served as the primary office for Sienar Fleet Systems' Raxus Prime facility.
The building was a stark contrast to the rusted landscape outside, with clean lines and a level of order that spoke to its corporate purpose. As they entered the office, the air felt fresher, though the constant hum of machinery from the planet below was ever-present.
"Captain Voren will be with you shortly," a receptionist droid informed them in a calm, neutral tone.
Chasin took a seat in one of the chairs, his mind already running through the details of the deal. The ships they sought were massive—Lucrehulk-class cargo vessels, some of the largest in the galaxy, decommissioned due to their age and the need for extensive upgrades. However, these ships were perfect for Chasin's plans to expand his business empire. If he could purchase them, he'd have the means to transport massive amounts of resources between star systems and accelerate the production of his Ruby Loyal Class passenger cruisers.
Mugruco sat beside him, her eyes scanning the sleek walls, ever the professional. She too was thinking ahead, considering the logistics of what Chasin was about to negotiate. The minutes passed in relative silence until the door opened, and Captain Voren entered.
Captain Voren was a tall, broad-shouldered human with a meticulously shaved head, his uniform crisp and the insignia of Sienar Fleet Systems shining on his chest. He greeted them with a sharp nod before extending a hand to Chasin.
"Mr. Momeoran, I assume you've already had the pleasure of seeing the facilities." Captain Voren said, his voice cool and professional. "I trust you'll find the vessels we have available... to your liking."
"We'll see about that," Chasin replied with a confident smile. "Let's get down to business."
Time: 4:30 P.M., Location: Sienar Fleet Systems Headquarters, Raxus Prime
The meeting room was stark and functional, filled with holo-emitters and data terminals that displayed technical schematics and corporate financials. After brief pleasantries, Captain Voren's team began showing Chasin and Mugruco the available ships. The massive Lucrehulk-class vessels were indeed in poor condition, their systems outdated, and most of their weaponry had long been stripped, but the sheer size of the ships—each a veritable city in space—made them ideal candidates for cargo hauling.
"We've decommissioned these 3 ships, as you can see." Captain Voren explained, gesturing toward the holo-projection of a Lucrehulk-class ship, its once-proud form now weathered and dilapidated. "We intended to strip them down for parts or scrap them, but with the way things have gone with the economy, we've decided to sell them rather than let them rot here."
Chasin examined the schematics carefully, his mind ticking through calculations. "They need a lot of work." he said, his tone neutral, "but I'm willing to make an offer."
The two parties continued their discussions for several hours, debating prices, shipping logistics, and potential upgrades. By the end of the meeting, a deal had been struck. Chasin would purchase the three Lucrehulk-class vessels, along with several smaller freighters. Captain Voren was somewhat reluctant, but the financial incentives Chasin offered were hard to refuse.
However, the final stipulation came as a surprise.
"These 3 Lucrehulk-class ships are massive; Plus along with the other several smaller freighters you have your eye on." Captain Voren said, his voice level. "They'll require a crew—either droid or organic—to operate them. And you'll need to provide the fuel to get them back to your shipyards."
Chasin paused, considering the logistics. "How many droids would we need to run the ships?" he asked, his mind already turning to the practicalities.
"A skeleton crew of about 1,750 should suffice." Captain Voren replied. "These ships were designed for large crews, but they can be operated with minimal personnel."
For the next two hours, the room was filled with negotiations. Chasin drove a hard bargain, citing the significant resources required to restore the ships. Captain Voren countered with the vessels' intrinsic value and the cost of scrapping them. Mugruco occasionally interjected with technical insights, solidifying their position. By 6:30 P.M., a deal was struck.
Chasin secured three Lucrehulk-class cargo vessels, along with several smaller freighters, for roughly 170.613 million credits. The cost was steep, but the potential returns far outweighed the expense.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Captain." Chasin said as they shook hands, his tone cordial but firm.
"Likewise," Voren replied. "I'll arrange for the ships to be prepped for transfer. You'll have your work cut out for you getting them operational, but I suspect that won't be a problem for someone with your... vision."
Time: 6:45 P.M., Location: Landing Pad
Chasin and Mugruco returned to the shuttle, their masks back in place. Pulchra greeted them with a relieved smile. "How did it go?"
"Better than expected," Chasin replied, lifting his mask as they boarded. He bent down to scoop Rylona into his arms, who squealed with delight.
"What did you buy, Daddy?" she asked eagerly.
"Big ships, sweetheart. Very big ships." he said, grinning.
Jarek's eyes widened, his quiet demeanor momentarily giving way to curiosity. "Can I see them?"
"Not yet, son," Mugruco said with a smile, patting his shoulder. "But maybe soon."
As the family settled back into the shuttle, the droids refueled the craft, preparing them for the journey home. Chasin gazed out the view-port at the polluted horizon of Raxus Prime, his mind already planning the next steps for his expanding business empire.