Iraqstan
26-11-2005, 07:53
Standing infront of the only window on the entire Nereid complex Baron Aden Kelinburg looks out over the frozen plains of his new home and sighs My kids are going to hate moving here, it's so boring. Turning from the window to his desk Aden looks at the small pile of documents waiting for authorisation.
Ignoring them he turns and heads out the door, into the hallways of the slightly above surface complex and takes note of IMC technicians moving with purpose finishing construction, sealing off electrical components and adding reinforcement to support struts previously left unfinished.
It had taken IMC nearly five years to build a virtual city beneath the forzen crust of Nereid, indeed it was more rushed than the construction process on IMC's other holdings on S/2003 N1 which was being petitioned for renaming in the near future.
Indeed that base will be little more than shipyard and refinery for the metals soon to be mined from the kupier belt. IMC's goals it seems to the outside are as innocent as trade, corporate survival and economic expansion, the hidden objectives of aquiring new technology to integrate into it's weapon's research and security divisions would remain secret until time to be unveiled.
Stepping into an elevator he hits the floor for the command station and winces against the inertia created by the high speed electro magnetic system of the lift as it moves swiftly and quietly to the desired floor. With a soft ping the door opens into an almost uncontroled scene of chaos as people move swiftly about attaching consoles and electrical ports to computers, scanners, communication systems and over head display monitors.
Looking about Aden moves to the only functioning area of the command center and listens in as communications between the Security forces and the rest of the complex begin coming online. "This is Alpha Sector reporting in all systems operational and defensive permiters online, blast doors operating above optimal efficiency, defensive turrets online and operating normaly.
Patrols are being scheduled to begin in four hours with space coverage to be online when landing platforms are finished." Comes a crackled report and Aden smiles things are definately looking up for him. Atleast I'll of proved I'm worth paying two and a half million Menelmacari credits a year for. He thinks with a sly smile as he leaves the men to their work and heads to the housing complex set up for him in the administration complex, the one with the window...
OOC: Yeah if anyone wants to drop by and visit or what ever that's in the neptune area feel free to do so, other wise it's just me RPing the development of IMC's holdings in neptune. Adios muchachos.
Ignoring them he turns and heads out the door, into the hallways of the slightly above surface complex and takes note of IMC technicians moving with purpose finishing construction, sealing off electrical components and adding reinforcement to support struts previously left unfinished.
It had taken IMC nearly five years to build a virtual city beneath the forzen crust of Nereid, indeed it was more rushed than the construction process on IMC's other holdings on S/2003 N1 which was being petitioned for renaming in the near future.
Indeed that base will be little more than shipyard and refinery for the metals soon to be mined from the kupier belt. IMC's goals it seems to the outside are as innocent as trade, corporate survival and economic expansion, the hidden objectives of aquiring new technology to integrate into it's weapon's research and security divisions would remain secret until time to be unveiled.
Stepping into an elevator he hits the floor for the command station and winces against the inertia created by the high speed electro magnetic system of the lift as it moves swiftly and quietly to the desired floor. With a soft ping the door opens into an almost uncontroled scene of chaos as people move swiftly about attaching consoles and electrical ports to computers, scanners, communication systems and over head display monitors.
Looking about Aden moves to the only functioning area of the command center and listens in as communications between the Security forces and the rest of the complex begin coming online. "This is Alpha Sector reporting in all systems operational and defensive permiters online, blast doors operating above optimal efficiency, defensive turrets online and operating normaly.
Patrols are being scheduled to begin in four hours with space coverage to be online when landing platforms are finished." Comes a crackled report and Aden smiles things are definately looking up for him. Atleast I'll of proved I'm worth paying two and a half million Menelmacari credits a year for. He thinks with a sly smile as he leaves the men to their work and heads to the housing complex set up for him in the administration complex, the one with the window...
OOC: Yeah if anyone wants to drop by and visit or what ever that's in the neptune area feel free to do so, other wise it's just me RPing the development of IMC's holdings in neptune. Adios muchachos.