The migrating storm Feb 5, 2020 16:39:39 GMT -6
Post by Garruk on Feb 5, 2020 16:39:39 GMT -6
Placing the data pad down Garruk could only sigh, the data contained virtually everything he needed to know about the condition of the fleet. Form the dwindling supplies,need for repairs on several vessels and as well as internal conflict brought on form taking so many refugees the fleet was in bad shape. If they did not set down soon they would lost everything and going back to the world trade fleet was not a option, the self severing lords would force unbearable debts on these people or execute him on the spot. No these people needed a chance to rebuild without such heavy burdens, a common cause to bring all the factions under one banner. The only thing keeping them under control was the lack of anywhere to go and the promise of supplies which where now all but gone. He loathed to admit it but they would not be so lucky as to acquire a new planet to settle and even if they did its not like they could keep it form the remnants of the WTF or the Saiyan kingdom. They would need to seek asylum form a planet that could shelter them, a planet they had already proven in the past it had worth protectors and would be willing to risk ire of their enemies. With a deep sigh he set in the coordinates for the sol system, his feelings of dread increasing with each moment as he prepared himself and his people for the hardship's ahead. Taking another look at his data pad Garruk started to plan their arrival on earth, his pride making him unwilling to ask for help without at least having something to offer in return.
With a rough idea on how to proceed Garruk started to look at their supplies and options for building a settlement on earth. Without basic knowledge of what could procured on earth they would need to convert many of the ships into permanent buildings to house the refuges, a option that made the initial need form homes easy to fix but also made it so if they needed to leave the planet they no longer could. Not that it mattered he guessed since many of the ships would not be able to keep functioning without extensive repairs anyways, and many more would need to be gutted to trade with the earthlings as well. It was a simple enough task and many of the refuges would just be happy to have dirt under their feet again, the fact that they would be selling their wealth could easily be dismissed by most. Those who refused would need to be dealt with before they arrived, the culling of ones ranks and citizens was not acceptable by earth standards. He would start with his own ship and demand the others follow his example. They would have no ships left for awhile but he was sure he could make some more later when his people were better off, and the lack of ships meant that no one could suddenly leave if things got hard. Content with his plans for homes and a base of operations he flicked his pad to another topic,trade the life blood of all civilization.
Trade was important and their technology was quite advanced in some area's compared to earths but also behind in others, a fact that was quite interesting to Garruk. Still if they could get some of the medical technology together they might be able to build a make shift hospital for not only his people but the people of earth. It would need to be explored but it there was a good chance they could make a decent earnings this way and it would also go a long way in getting the people of earth to trust them. Yes rather then weapons or ships a place dedicated to healing and the health of anyone who visited was a perfect way to change their image. A rather genius plan if he had to say so but they would need more then that to sustain the refugees, the many mouths to feed was more then a little troubling. Perhaps he might for a militia that would help defend the earth in exchange for supplies? Would they even be willing to let them train a army given their record? He doubted it but decided to keep it on hand just in case, who knows with everything that is going on earth might be desperate for such a force. With the uncertainty of the plan he grunted as leaned forward and looked for a new plan, a new way to garnish favor with the people of earth. After what seemed to be hours to him he finally came to the idea that they might be able to do construction, their people already knew more about sturdy materials for building space ships and armor able to survive the rigors of combat. How hard would it be to adapt it to civilian construction and to top if off many of the people here are much stronger then the average earthling making them great laborers due to the lack of need of advanced machinery to build with.
All that was left was to take care of the problem people in the fleet, the mercenary or nobles who had gotten used to taking what ever they wanted when they wanted. The violent and self serving would need to go long before they reached earth, preferably in a accident that did not look like he was executing them. Perhaps a ship malfunctioning and exploding? That would be a perfect way to avoid any suspicion and make everyone much more willing to settle soon, even if it was under another power that was not their own. But how to get them all aboard the same ship was the question, they could not afford to lose many ships as they were already needing everyone of them for the settlement. Perhaps a banquet on one of the older ships? It was a idea and he found it distasteful but he could not have conflict between these fraction if they were gonna ever recover. A single fraction could cause friction between and earth, the risk of even one of these so called lords going rouge was a pr nightmare. He would invite those would go and kill the rest with his own hands, he could just say they went to the lavish party if asked where they went. Still he hoped to never have to use these methods again, he was not a tyrant and these actions where nothing short of tyrannical in his opinion. With a sigh he leaned back to rest for a moment, his eyes closing despite attempts to stay awake. His last memory was of him holding onto flo flo, a small stuffed bunny his nanny had given to him for his 5th birthday.