Plans of the Future II Pt. 2

Date: September 3, 170 BBY, Time: 10:45 A.M., Location: Brartal System, Planet Brartal III, Varinal City, Commercial-Industrial District

The din of machinery echoed through the shipyard's vast hangars as Chasin Momeoran stood on an elevated walkway, observing the controlled chaos below. Workers bustled between the skeletal frames of the Ruby Loyal Passenger Cruisers, while a separate team focused on refurbishing the dilapidated cargo ships salvaged from Raxus Prime. Sparks from welding torches illuminated the workspace, casting fleeting shadows across the weathered faces of the technicians.

Chasin's communicator chirped at his belt, and he answered it with a clipped, "Momeoran here."

The shipyard foreman's voice crackled through the device, carrying a note of weary optimism. "Sir, 66% of the smaller freighters are operational and already integrated into your merchant navy. Stellar Venture and Galactic Endeavor should be fully functional within the week. As for the final trio of smaller freighters, they're about a month behind schedule." He paused, his tone more cautious. "Regarding the Lucrehulk-class cargo ships… their overhaul is slow. With their sheer size and outdated systems, it'll take another 37 months to get all three ready for service."

Chasin nodded, a hint of approval in his voice. "Good work. Keep prioritizing the smaller freighters for now—they're essential to maintaining supply lines. Once they're complete, shift focus back to the Lucrehulks and the Ruby Loyal Passenger Cruisers. We need them operational as soon as possible."

As he disconnected the call, Chasin glanced back at the data-pads stacked on a nearby console. The refurbishment effort had already cost him over 3 billion credits—a staggering investment, but one he knew would secure his growing corporate empire. His merchant fleet was the lifeblood of his ambitions, ensuring the resources flowed to support his grander aspirations in the Lost Sector.

11:30 A.M.
Chasin entered his private office overlooking the shipyard. Mugruco was already there, poring over ancient star charts spread across a holo-table. Her lekku twitched as she concentrated, her blue skin glowing faintly under the soft light.

"The Argonel system is proving to be a goldmine," she said, her voice steady and filled with enthusiasm. "The preliminary scans from our outposts on Argonel Prime have yielded significant findings—intact food supplies, advanced hydroponic technology, and even star-ship schematics. These could date back over a millennium. If we can reverse-engineer them..."

Chasin raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the potential. "It could change everything. We could boost production capacity and gain access to warship designs. If we find the right technology, it could help us secure our future in the Lost Sector."

Mugruco smiled, clearly pleased with his response. "Exactly. We may even uncover warships capable of defending our growing kingdom. But there's more. Our teams have also identified valuable mineral deposits in the asteroid belt nearby. With mining droids and specialized equipment, the return on investment would be staggering."

Chasin leaned back in his chair, considering the possibilities. "We need to be cautious. Expanding too quickly could leave us vulnerable. For now, focus on cataloging and securing these discoveries. We'll bring in additional experts when Sahaz is well enough to rejoin us."

Mugruco smiled. "She's tough. If anyone can handle this, it's her. Speaking of, Pulchra commend me earlier—Rylona and Jarek have been bickering again. Something about Jarek breaking one of Rylona's toys."

Chasin sighed, the weight of parenthood momentarily eclipsing his other concerns. "I'll talk to them when I get home."

1:00 P.M.
Chasin has reviewing data collected during their recent trip to the Argonel system a few days ago. Holographic projections displayed the fertile plains, mountainous regions, and remnants of ancient Sith outposts. The planet's potential was staggering, but so were the risks.

Rylona clambered onto his lap, her small hands clutching a data-pad filled with brightly colored pictures. "Daddy, when can I go exploring with you again?"

"Not for a while, sweetheart," he said gently, stroking her dark hair. "It's dangerous out there."

"But you're always exploring!" she protested. "And Jarek says he wants to go too!"

"Jarek's shy, remember?" Chasin teased, earning a giggle from his daughter. "Besides, I need you both to stay here and take care of your mother and the baby."

Her eyes widened. "Okay, I'll be the best big sister ever!"

3:45 P.M.
As the sun dipped low over Varinal City, Chasin gathered his family for a rare evening together. Pulchra prepared a hearty meal while Mugruco shared tales of her adventures with Jarek, who listened intently, his lekku twitching in excitement. Sahaz, resting on a cushioned chair, placed a hand on her swollen belly, smiling serenely as Rylona sang a childish tune.

In that moment, despite the challenges ahead, Chasin felt a profound sense of peace. His work was important, but his family was his true legacy. Together, they would navigate the uncharted paths of the galaxy, forging a future as bright as the stars themselves.

Date: September 16, 170 BBY, Time: 6:30 A.M., Location: Brartal System, Planet Brartal III, Capital City of Varinal, Local Hospital

The sterile air of the hospital was tinged with anticipation. Chasin Momeoran paced the waiting room, his usually steady demeanor cracking under the weight of nervous energy. Nearby, Pulchra and Mugruco sat together, each doing their best to remain calm for his sake. Rylona and Jarek were seated in a corner, surrounded by toys Pulchra had brought to distract them, though both children seemed to sense the moment's gravity.

"She's strong, Chasin," Mugruco reassured him, her lekku twitching slightly. "Cathar are resilient, and Sahaz is tougher than anyone I know."

Chasin nodded but couldn't bring himself to respond. He glanced toward the double doors leading to the delivery ward for what felt like the hundredth time that morning.

Time: 8:15 A.M.

The soft hum of medical droids and the low chatter of nurses accompanied the arrival of a weary doctor. The Ithorian's deep, resonant voice broke the silence.

"Chasin Momeoran?"

Chasin immediately stepped forward, Pulchra and Mugruco close behind.

"Your wife is resting now," the doctor said, his dual voices calm and soothing. "The delivery was a success. Both mother and child are in excellent health."

Relief washed over Chasin, his shoulders sagging as he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Thank you, Doctor."

"You may see them now."

Time: 8:30 A.M.

The family entered the recovery room to find Sahaz resting on a wide hospital bed, her fur slightly damp but her expression serene. In her arms lay a small bundle wrapped in soft white blankets. The baby's fur bore a light golden hue with soft human-like features blending seamlessly with Cathar lineage—tiny pointed ears, faint stripes along his cheeks, and a delicate mane framing his face.

Chasin approached slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "He's beautiful."

Sahaz smiled, her amber eyes glowing with a mix of exhaustion and joy. "Meet your son, Ryvorin."

Pulchra leaned in, cradling Sahaz's hand. "Ryvorin... it's perfect."

Mugruco held Jarek close as he stared at his new brother in awe, while Rylona reached up for a better view, her wide eyes brimming with curiosity. "He's so tiny!"

Chasin chuckled, gently placing a hand on Sahaz's shoulder. "And he's going to grow up with the best siblings and mothers anyone could ask for."

Rylona grinned. "I'll teach him everything!"

Jarek, still shy but eager, nodded. "I'll show him how to explore."

Sahaz laughed softly. "He'll need all of you."

Time: 12:00 P.M.

Back at the family estate, preparations for Ryvorin's arrival were already underway. A specially designed nursery awaited him, its décor a harmonious blend of Cathar tradition and modern design. Soft cushions resembling Cathar sleeping dens lined the walls, alongside toys and holographic storybooks.

Chasin stood in the doorway of the nursery, watching as Pulchra directed droids to adjust the lighting while Mugruco carefully arranged artifacts she'd collected on her travels—small trinkets meant to inspire a sense of curiosity in her new son.

"He's going to have a remarkable life," Chasin said softly, his tone filled with quiet determination. "But we'll protect him. All of them."

Pulchra placed a hand on his arm. "Together."

Time: 4:30 P.M.

The family gathered in the main sitting room for a quiet celebration. Sahaz rested on a plush chair with Ryvorin nestled against her chest. Rylona and Jarek played at her feet, occasionally sneaking glances at their new sibling.

Mugruco raised a glass of Ithorian blossom wine, a mischievous smile on her lips. "To Ryvorin Momeoran—our newest adventurer. May his journey be filled with wonder and love."

Chasin raised his glass in response. "To family. The greatest treasure in the galaxy."

Time: 9:00 P.M.

Later that evening, Chasin sat alone in his office, reviewing the day's reports. Despite the joy of Ryvorin's birth, the responsibilities of his growing Kingdom loomed large. The Argonel discoveries, the fleet refurbishments, and the burgeoning plans for the Lost Sector all weighed on him.

He glanced at a holo-image on his desk—a picture of Pulchra, Mugruco, Sahaz, and the children smiling together.

"This is why I do it." he murmured. "For them."

Outside, the city lights of Varinal glowed brightly against the night sky, a testament to progress and resilience. Somewhere beyond those lights lay the uncharted paths Chasin was determined to navigate. With his family by his side, he felt ready to face whatever the galaxy might bring.

Date: December 17, 170 BBY, Time: 10:30 A.M., Location: Brartal System, Planet Brartal III, Capital City of Varinal, Chasin Momeoran's Estate

The soft hum of droids in the kitchen and the light chatter of children echoed through the large estate, adding a sense of festivity to the air. Bright decorations adorned the walls and tables, signaling the celebratory nature of the day. Rylona and Jarek were having their third birthday party today, and the house was filled with laughter, the scent of cake, and the joy of small children running around.

Time: 10:35 A.M.
Chasin leaned back in the plush chair, his arms resting on the armrests as he watched his children play. Rylona, ever the social butterfly, was happily sharing toys with a group of friends, her voice a high-pitched giggle of delight. Jarek, a little more reserved, was watching from a corner of the room, occasionally glancing at his sister as if trying to decide whether to join in or retreat further into his shell.

Pulchra sat beside Chasin, her hand resting on his knee, eyes soft with affection. Despite her typically poised demeanor, she couldn't help but grin at their children's antics.

"They're growing up too fast." Pulchra remarked with a smile, her soft Zeltron features alight with pride. "Rylona's already so independent, and Jarek's becoming a little explorer of his own."

Chasin chuckled softly. "It feels like only yesterday when they were born. They're more than ready for what's coming." He cast a thoughtful glance at the nearby table, where large cakes covered in frosting awaited the eager hands of the birthday children.

Time: 10:45 A.M.
The door to the dining room slid open, and Mugruco entered, carrying a tray laden with gifts. As she approached, her Bayern Blue lekku flicked in the air, catching the light. "Everything's ready for the cake cutting." she said with a smile, her eyes bright despite the exhaustion from her busy schedule. "And the gifts are all sorted."

Sahaz, standing nearby, gave a soft chuckle as she adjusted the small, baby Ryvorin in her arms. "It looks like we'll have to start training them for their first archaeological dig soon. They have a look about them that screams 'adventurer.'"

Chasin stood and walked over to join his wives, their eyes meeting in shared understanding. "We'll start training them soon, but for now, let them be children."

Rylona and Jarek's voices rang out in unison, calling for their parents to come help them open their presents. Their excitement was infectious, and the family gathered around the table, their hands full of wrapped gifts.

Time: 11:00 A.M.
The birthday festivities continued with cake cutting, laughter, and playful squabbles over who got the first slice. The kids were delighted, their faces covered in frosting as they ran back and forth between their friends, excitedly showing off their new toys. Chasin watched them with a proud smile, his heart swelling with the joy of seeing his children so happy.

After the cake, the adults gathered in the living room for a more serious conversation, though it was one they'd been planning for some time. Pulchra, Mugruco, Sahaz, and Chasin sat together, the droids clearing the mess from the celebration in the background.

Time: 12:00 P.M.
Chasin leaned forward, his hands clasped together, the weight of the conversation starting to take shape. "We've discussed this before, but now it's time to take the next step. The fleet is coming together well, and we've just secured the purchase of the Lucrehulk-class cargo ships from Raxus Prime. The refurbishments are underway, but once they're ready, we'll have the ability to move goods at a scale we've never seen before."

Mugruco raised an eyebrow. "It's impressive, Chasin. I know we've been expanding at a rapid pace, but with these ships, it'll be even more. I'm sure the Lost Sector will be impacted by this too."

Chasin nodded. "That's the plan. We need to expand our reach, not just to sustain the current level of business, but to grow further. The Lost Sector will become a key part of that expansion. It's about maintaining a presence in areas that others may overlook or fear to enter."

Sahaz's amber eyes softened. "But what about the kids? You've been talking about homeschooling them, right? Mugruco, you'll be the primary teacher, but you'll also be helping with the business and the Lost Sector exploration." She gave her friend a look of gentle concern. "How will you balance everything?"

Mugruco's expression was thoughtful. "It's going to be a challenge. I'll admit that. But they need an education, and I want to be there for them. I'm sure we can figure out a way to make it work. I'll scale back my exploration work, and we'll set time aside for family. I know it's a lot, but it's important."

Chasin placed a hand on her shoulder, his tone serious but supportive. "We'll find a way. You're not doing this alone."

Pulchra smiled warmly, then stood, reaching over to adjust the light above them, her mind clearly on her own plans. "We've all taken on a lot, but we know what's at stake. Our family, our future. It will be worth it. I'll help with the teaching too—share the load."

Time: 1:30 P.M.
With the discussion concluded, the family reconvened with the children. Ryvorin was content in his mother's arms, cooing softly as the adults continued their conversation about the future. Chasin took a deep breath, looking around at his family, the vision of their future clear in his mind.

"We've got a lot of work ahead of us." he said, a sense of determination settling over him. "But we'll do it together. We always have."

The lights of Varinal glistened outside as the family gathered together for a moment of calm, looking out over the future they would shape together. Chasin's mind wandered briefly to the expansive goals he had for the coming years—the business, the fleet, the Lost Sector—but in that moment, surrounded by his family, he knew that no matter what came next, he was prepared.

As the day drew to a close, and the festivities of Rylona and Jarek's birthdays came to an end, the Momeoran family found themselves at a crossroads. They had built something remarkable, something far greater than any of them had imagined when they first began their journey. The decisions they made in the coming years would shape not just their legacy but the future of the galaxy itself.

Chasin watched as his children drifted off to sleep that evening, their soft breaths mingling with the distant sounds of the capital city. He walked to the window, the stars outside offering a silent promise of challenges and triumphs to come.

Date: December 27, 170 BBY, Time: 9:15 A.M., Location: Brartal System, Planet Brartal III, Capital City of Varinal, Chasin Momeoran's Estate

The bright Varinal sun cast its morning rays over the moderately sized estate, highlighting the smooth, elegant architecture of Chasin Momeoran's residence. Inside the estate's conference room, Chasin stood at the head of a polished table, flanked by holographic displays of charts, maps, and schematics. Pulchra, Mugruco, and Sahaz Lor were present, each offering insights aligned with their unique expertise. Around the table, several trusted executives from Chasin's business corporation sat attentively, their faces illuminated by the flickering holograms.

Pulchra gently rocked Rylona in her arms, the child's rose-tinted face resting against her mother's shoulder. Jarek sat quietly at Mugruco's side, his bright Bayern Blue skin glowing faintly under the room's lighting as he fiddled with a miniature model of a star-ship.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Chasin began, his tone measured but firm, "The time has come to take the next step in our endeavors. The rediscovered Verenthis system is critical to our long-term strategy. Verenthis Prime's mineral wealth and the restored mining droid facility will secure our autonomy in the Lost Sector. We can no longer afford to rely on outside sources for droid production and infrastructure development."

A hologram of Verenthis Prime materialized above the table, showcasing its mountainous terrain, deep ravines, and the highlighted mining facility nestled within.

Mugruco leaned forward, her lekku twitching thoughtfully. "Verenthis Prime holds more than just industrial potential," she said. "The archaeological records suggest it may also harbor ancient Sith relics from the era of Darth Malgus. If we explore carefully, we could uncover artifacts that strengthen not just our finances but also our legacy."

Chasin nodded. "Your expertise in such matters will be invaluable. For now, however, our primary focus is the facility's functionality and the production of 27,000 droids. These will form the backbone of our infrastructure—military bases, logistics hubs, and resource management on rediscovered worlds."

9:45 A.M.

The discussion transitioned to logistics. Sahaz Lor reviewed the environmental conditions on Verenthis Prime. "The native fauna are resilient, but none pose a significant threat to mining operations. Still, the droids should be equipped to handle wildlife interference, just in case."

Pulchra added, "We should ensure that the personnel who do oversee the operation are trained in emergency response, especially given the planet's isolated location. Minimal staff means each individual must be highly capable."

Chasin gestured to one of his executives. "Captain Trevis, you'll oversee the cargo freighter transporting equipment and personnel to Verenthis Prime. Ensure all systems are checked twice. We can't afford mistakes in the Lost Sector."

Trevis, a grizzled former Republic officer, saluted. "Understood, sir. We'll leave within the next standard day."

10:30 A.M.

As the meeting concluded, Rylona piped up, her melodic voice breaking the focus of the adults. "Daddy, can I come with you to see the big droids?"

Chasin chuckled, kneeling to meet her eye level. "Not this time, sweetheart. It's a long trip, and I need you to take care of your brother and help Mommy."

Rylona pouted but nodded obediently. "Okay. But next time, you have to take me."

Jarek glanced up from his starship model, his shy demeanor momentarily forgotten. "Can I go instead?"

Mugruco placed a calming hand on his shoulder. "Not yet, Jarek. You'll have your chance when you're older."

Time: 11:00 A.M., Location: Verenthis System, Verenthis Prime

Far away, the mining droid facility on Verenthis Prime hummed to life. Deep within a shadowed ravine, automated systems reactivated, sending a ripple of energy through long-dormant machinery. Conveyor belts whirred, and robotic arms began extracting ore from rich veins, piling it neatly for future transport. The facility's droid brain transmitted a single, clear message to Chasin's headquarters: "Operational."

As the day progressed, Chasin stood on his estate's balcony, looking out over the city of Varinal. Pulchra joined him, her warm hand resting on his shoulder.

"You've accomplished so much already," she said softly. "But are you certain we're ready for this next step?"

Chasin smiled, gazing toward the stars. "It's not just about readiness, Pulchra. It's about vision. The Lost Sector holds more than resources—it holds our future. If we don't seize this opportunity, someone else will."

Behind them, Mugruco and Sahaz Lor approached, their expressions reflecting confidence and shared purpose. Jarek and Rylona played nearby, their laughter a gentle reminder of why they pursued this path.

"Together, we'll succeed," Sahaz said.

"And when we do," Mugruco added, "we'll leave a legacy that spans the galaxy."

Chasin looked at his wives, his children, and the horizon beyond. The challenges ahead were great, but so too were the rewards.