Post by Ticoga on Feb 3, 2021 0:48:37 GMT -6
Out here in the Gizard Wastes, a massive vessel has made landfall. Where originally, the Direption had landed in Central City's starport, the vessel had moved to this location out of a sense of necessity. After all, many great powers were all over the cities. Here, at least, there was some privacy. Within the vessel, crew work tirelessly on seemingly mundane tasks.
Ticoga and Marma stand in the main command salon, looking over holographic representations of various planets they had scouted and gathered intelligence on. None of the worlds were inhabited by civilizations, making the process of auctioning them much more smooth to get under way. So far, one planet had sold to a race of tripedal beings who were escaping some cataclysm their world underwent. A natural response to their system's star imploding.
The Earth was out of the question in terms of saleability - it just wasn't a feasible target. The planet would crack apart in the war it would take to conquer it; and even IF they won, its value would be diminished to the point where it wouldn't even be worth trying to sell. No one wants a half burned world. Eventually, Ticoga looks up at Marma.
"Hmm, I still need to think about Planet Jelow's viability. The additional carbon and silicon microbials in the atmosphere may prove detrimental to our search for buyers." Ticoga hums in thought. "Could you please go and check on our recovering guests; if they awaken, please offer them food and drink. They are our guests, after all."
"Oh, yeah, sure sir. I can certainly do that." Marma replies. "What if they have questions?"
"Answer to the best of you ability or knowledge." Ticoga answers. "But if it seems like they may become unruly, please inform me."
"Of course, sir." Marma replies. She gathers her flat datafile and leaves the command salon, heading down the winding hall to an elevator that takes her two levels down. She makes her way to the infirmary, where she finds the ship's team of physicians. "How are our guests?"
"They are stable, but we need to upgrade our equipment when possible." the elderly looking humanoid replies.
"I'll make the recommendation to Ticoga when I return to the bridge." Marma says, nodding. She looks over at the two beings Ticoga brought back, wondering what exactly his reasons had been.
Ticoga and Marma stand in the main command salon, looking over holographic representations of various planets they had scouted and gathered intelligence on. None of the worlds were inhabited by civilizations, making the process of auctioning them much more smooth to get under way. So far, one planet had sold to a race of tripedal beings who were escaping some cataclysm their world underwent. A natural response to their system's star imploding.
The Earth was out of the question in terms of saleability - it just wasn't a feasible target. The planet would crack apart in the war it would take to conquer it; and even IF they won, its value would be diminished to the point where it wouldn't even be worth trying to sell. No one wants a half burned world. Eventually, Ticoga looks up at Marma.
"Hmm, I still need to think about Planet Jelow's viability. The additional carbon and silicon microbials in the atmosphere may prove detrimental to our search for buyers." Ticoga hums in thought. "Could you please go and check on our recovering guests; if they awaken, please offer them food and drink. They are our guests, after all."
"Oh, yeah, sure sir. I can certainly do that." Marma replies. "What if they have questions?"
"Answer to the best of you ability or knowledge." Ticoga answers. "But if it seems like they may become unruly, please inform me."
"Of course, sir." Marma replies. She gathers her flat datafile and leaves the command salon, heading down the winding hall to an elevator that takes her two levels down. She makes her way to the infirmary, where she finds the ship's team of physicians. "How are our guests?"
"They are stable, but we need to upgrade our equipment when possible." the elderly looking humanoid replies.
"I'll make the recommendation to Ticoga when I return to the bridge." Marma says, nodding. She looks over at the two beings Ticoga brought back, wondering what exactly his reasons had been.
