Post by Carni Hist on Aug 3, 2006 10:45:20 GMT -5
Garni Hist sat at his desk, looking out of the window over the city of Coronet. As always, the city was lit with the lights of speeders, repulsorlift buses, and cargo trams that were zooming in and out of lanes, always competeing for that first position.
Gavni looked down at his desk, and once again picked up the datapad. He was still amazed of the leaps and bounds the C.E.C had made over the past decade, the leaps and bounds of a company owned and run by him!
An order had been placed today for his new Grandflare-class Dreadnought, 60 of them. He looked again at the bottom of the order form.
The Corporate Sector. Always wanting the newest ships to protect their ever growing territory, Gavni thought.
He pressed his comm button, "Mr Torril, how much longer before construction can begin on the newest order from the Corporate Sector Authorites?"
"Another two hours, I'd say sir." the comlink buzzed back at him, "We're still bringing materials in from space wear-house 14. We had almost no supplies for the order near the open docks, so we're having to ship the materials almost half way to the other side of the planets orbit."
"I understand, Mr Torril. We need these ships done within 4 standard months, or else I won't have enough docks left to upgrade our defense fleet with those new turbolasers."
"Yes, sir. We'll have the order done within 3 months, sir. I garantee you.
Gavni looked down at his desk, and once again picked up the datapad. He was still amazed of the leaps and bounds the C.E.C had made over the past decade, the leaps and bounds of a company owned and run by him!
An order had been placed today for his new Grandflare-class Dreadnought, 60 of them. He looked again at the bottom of the order form.
The Corporate Sector. Always wanting the newest ships to protect their ever growing territory, Gavni thought.
He pressed his comm button, "Mr Torril, how much longer before construction can begin on the newest order from the Corporate Sector Authorites?"
"Another two hours, I'd say sir." the comlink buzzed back at him, "We're still bringing materials in from space wear-house 14. We had almost no supplies for the order near the open docks, so we're having to ship the materials almost half way to the other side of the planets orbit."
"I understand, Mr Torril. We need these ships done within 4 standard months, or else I won't have enough docks left to upgrade our defense fleet with those new turbolasers."
"Yes, sir. We'll have the order done within 3 months, sir. I garantee you.