Post by projectsunfire on Feb 4, 2008 2:06:11 GMT -5
Deep in the Alopia Rift lies many mining operations. Mostly run by the quarren. However, at the far end of this enormous fissure there lies possibly the best kept secret facility on Mon Calimari.
Chief Engineer Daccy plodded his large webbed feet along the dry walkway his breathing labored as he had just equalized to the depth at which the ship was being built. His throat seemed to gurgle with each breth, and his large eyes orange eyes caught the light like orbs of water. His skin was mottled for a Mon Cal, though it really didn't matter for the chief engineer. He was just happy to finally get republic backing for his project.
He'd been writing the republic department of War for years asking for clearance and funding to build his baby. He'd spent the better part of a year of his Graduate Achademy studies concieving of this ship. Many of his colleages had called him just a little bit fishy. He wasn't sure if it was a joke, or a some sort of racial slur. None of that mattered. The Mon Cal was not partial to games. He liked to build things, and the Mon Juvah was a work of Art.
He entered his private offices and took a seat in his large high backed swivel chair. Casually he picked up a datapad and looked over the progression of the project with a calm demeanor common to his species. Daccy took a deep breath that sounded similar to carbonated water being sucked through a tube.
The numbers seemed to add up nicely, and there was no red tape to cut. It was an infinite comfort to him. Slowly he swivelled his chair around and pressed button that openned three blast doors. Suddenly through the cracked doors the echoed sound of machine tools, and shouts from workers below came through the now open blast doors.
Daccy stood up slowly and plodded over to where he could see it. His most magnificent work lay below him. A pearl within this clam of a facility deep beneath the surface. He smiled about as much as a Mon Cal could.
It was beautiful.
Chief Engineer Daccy plodded his large webbed feet along the dry walkway his breathing labored as he had just equalized to the depth at which the ship was being built. His throat seemed to gurgle with each breth, and his large eyes orange eyes caught the light like orbs of water. His skin was mottled for a Mon Cal, though it really didn't matter for the chief engineer. He was just happy to finally get republic backing for his project.
He'd been writing the republic department of War for years asking for clearance and funding to build his baby. He'd spent the better part of a year of his Graduate Achademy studies concieving of this ship. Many of his colleages had called him just a little bit fishy. He wasn't sure if it was a joke, or a some sort of racial slur. None of that mattered. The Mon Cal was not partial to games. He liked to build things, and the Mon Juvah was a work of Art.
He entered his private offices and took a seat in his large high backed swivel chair. Casually he picked up a datapad and looked over the progression of the project with a calm demeanor common to his species. Daccy took a deep breath that sounded similar to carbonated water being sucked through a tube.
The numbers seemed to add up nicely, and there was no red tape to cut. It was an infinite comfort to him. Slowly he swivelled his chair around and pressed button that openned three blast doors. Suddenly through the cracked doors the echoed sound of machine tools, and shouts from workers below came through the now open blast doors.
Daccy stood up slowly and plodded over to where he could see it. His most magnificent work lay below him. A pearl within this clam of a facility deep beneath the surface. He smiled about as much as a Mon Cal could.
It was beautiful.