Kaukolastan
17-01-2004, 23:55
Artems Port
0300 Hours
Three superfreighters sat in the port, their silhouttes against the pre-dawn sky and the klieg lights of the tremendous dockworks. Machines and people scurried about, and large cranes lowered in the highest grade Kaukolastani steel into one of the freighters. Another was just closing up as the last of the construction equipment, retrofitted for the cold, was parked in its massive, tiered hold. The last was filled with crate after crate of high end electronics and equipment, all proofed against the cold. In these three superfreighters, there was nearly four hundred billion dollars of hardware, and all of that was a mere half of this project's cost. In the harbor, a small naval battlegroup waited, guarding these three cargo vessels. On the side of the crates carried, there was a simple logo emblazoned, five letters: MADAE.
Elk City, Dancing Moose
2400 Hours
The small flotilla waited just outside the harbor as the freighters approached. In the lead freighter, Captain Argive held the radio. "This is Captain Argive of the Kaukolastani Merchant Marines. We are requesting berths. The package is here."
0300 Hours
Three superfreighters sat in the port, their silhouttes against the pre-dawn sky and the klieg lights of the tremendous dockworks. Machines and people scurried about, and large cranes lowered in the highest grade Kaukolastani steel into one of the freighters. Another was just closing up as the last of the construction equipment, retrofitted for the cold, was parked in its massive, tiered hold. The last was filled with crate after crate of high end electronics and equipment, all proofed against the cold. In these three superfreighters, there was nearly four hundred billion dollars of hardware, and all of that was a mere half of this project's cost. In the harbor, a small naval battlegroup waited, guarding these three cargo vessels. On the side of the crates carried, there was a simple logo emblazoned, five letters: MADAE.
Elk City, Dancing Moose
2400 Hours
The small flotilla waited just outside the harbor as the freighters approached. In the lead freighter, Captain Argive held the radio. "This is Captain Argive of the Kaukolastani Merchant Marines. We are requesting berths. The package is here."