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Commercia System | Vismanus Sector (Q,V) | Thrashian Empire
5.08.049 of the New Galactic Era
The system was one that truly lived up to it's name. Every cycle of the local star shed light on the hundreds of thousands of vessels that arrived and departed each day. Some had been eager to name it simply 'Gate', as it was the location of two separate interstellar gate travel network nodes -- the system allowed to have them within the entire Empire. But money spoke louder even than the astrolithic constructs that were the Nassau and G.C.C. network gates. Kuat Drive Yards had devoted more than a generous sum in order to gain proprietary access to all government contracts for the system. Kuat Freight Port, a subsidiary, was alone responsible for the transport of goods and materials between Port Croesus and the rest of the sector, and beyond; their cargo vessels making up nearly sixty-seven percent of all the system's daily traffic at any given time. Passenger liners, freight haulers, personal yachts, courier sloops, warships, and even single-seat ships; they crowded in and about, but in a carefully orchestrated and managed system that would on it's own be a marvel of logistics, on par with the greatest physical construct ever made, or lauded scientific discovery. No fewer than five mega-computers, acting as the container for five of the greatest AI in the Empire, were devoted to that logistical nightmare turned ballet.
Four planetary bodies were in the system, only one of which was capable of supporting life. The others were lumps of gas, minerals, or rock. Each of them, without reservation, had been taken over and converted to some use. Each of the "lifeless rocks" were turned into giant warehouses; warehouses on a planetary scale. Trillions of tons of cargo passed through their oxygen-less void halls, a few human workers overseeing a workforce of droids and programmed algorithms. Transport drones the size of TIE Fighters buzzed through their respective atmospheres, transporting such goods as did not warrant the need for a larger mass cargo conveyor.
Due perhaps to a flight of whimsy, the only habitable planet in the system had been named after an ancient Earth myth. Historical records were not entirely set on whether it had existed the way that some poets painted it, but it was firmly enough planted in the historical record as to not be discounted completely. Samarkand was a beautiful planet, made that way by design. It was converted to be temperate and warm near it's equator, freezing and biting cold at it's poles. It's oceans were teaming with life, equally designed by geneticists from a KDY subsidiary. The cities that dotted it's surface were large and sprawling, yet not in a displeasing fashion. The capitol city of Nishapur was a model of that illustrious, sublime, and -- some might say garish -- desire for bliss. Marble veined with gleaming crystal could be found as the base building blocks of the smallest home. The grand colosseum near the city's heart could easily contain a million visitors, with holo-drones catching every microsecond of action taking place and on display. Hotels reached to the very heavens, with orbital elevators enabling a guest to park their star vessels in convenient and secure orbital stations.
Between the outer warehouse planetoids and the golden, idyllic Samarkand was what truly brought people to the system.
Each of the interstellar gates was on opposite ends of the same orbital path, designed so that they never were closer than four hundred million kilometers. Each had been built upon a similar pattern, though the older Nassau Gate was slightly smaller.
The Nassau Gate was ten kilometers in diameter, it's eyeglasses formation attached to an accompanying station that oversaw it's core systems. A network of Golan Arms Defense platforms surrounded the gate, with designated astral holographic projections helping to guide the various species and vessels that exited and entered the gates. Squadrons of TIE Interceptors, Intersector-class Patrol Ships, and even the occasional Vindicator Cruiser would sit on station, helping to oversee and police the movement as dictated by the needs and merits of the Aigo, the system AI collective.
Different in little else but size was the G.C.C. gate. The two portals were each fifteen kilometers in diameter, forged together by a central axis station that was likewise linked to the Aigo as well as the main power source for both it and the Nassau Gate -- the system's Dyson Ring, which had been built with the aid of New Dornalian contractors. A cordon of Golan platforms was equally watchful and actively managing the traffic that was moving in and out.
Central to all of this was Croesus Station.
Equidistant between the two gates, Croesus Station was the heart of the logistical carnival that was constantly taking place. Aigo was placed there, at the heart of the fifty-kilometer long station. It was shaped in the form of a cube; sheer simplicity and ease of construction being the cause for that aesthetic choice. Vessels that were flagged as 'free to continue' were directed further on to Croesus. From there they were categorized into separate groups.
Trade vessels and the like would be directed to the various depot stations that hung in the station's orbit, dropping off or directly transporting goods to local vessels; or sent to rendezvous at one of the warehouse planetoids. Moff Banston Creed's sector fleet had a strong presence in the system as well. Overlooking Croesus Station and patrolling the edges of the system were no less than six Imperial-class and two Allegiance-class Star Destroyers, with their accompanying escorts. It wasn't unusual for them to shadow craft from time to time, helping the local enforcement agencies if anything was of immediate danger.
Personal craft and passengers would be parked or dropped off onto Croesus directly, processed by the Imperial Immigration Services. Certain peoples would be given a simple electro-stamp in their passports, such as Dornalian families seeking to 'figure out what exactly a bantha steak is'; others would be given visas for various periods of stay depending on their nation and request. Scholars and students had slight preferential treatment, the cost of the visa processing being half what it was for a regular visitor; five credits instead of ten.
Fine restaurants, amusement parks, theaters, adult establishments, and other forms of entertainment crowded the halls of Croesus; the staff continually trying their best to find ways to keep visitors distracted from any long wait they might have to endure.
And this day of all days saw some of the longest wait times in the station's, thus far short, history.
To commemorate the activation of the Galactic Commerce Corridor gate and the Empire's joining of that organization, a grand spectacle of sorts had been arranged. It had been the brain child of the Empire's Director of the Imperial Treasury and Taxation Bureau, Josef Vetzer. "A trade exhibition, your Majesty! A trade showcase! From every corner and nook of the G.C.C network -- as well as from our own Empire -- will take part. The latest products, services, and the chance to meet with industry partners and customers. It'll be an unparalleled chance to examine, directly, market trends and opportunities!" The idea had gone over quite well by all accounts. When the Imperial Foreign Ministry had suggested it to the other members of the GCC, there had been mutual assent and enthusiasm.
Moff Tiaan Jerjerrod, as head of the Foreign Ministry, had overseen the welcome and arrival of representatives from nearly all member nations of the GCC, welcoming them in the name of Empress Dheinalia Nuruodo. Luxurious suites that had been created for the express purpose of housing and entertaining foreign dignitaries and guests of great importance had been allotted them aboard Croesus Station. They had been arriving for weeks, with the Dornalian representative having been earliest and, thus far, the drunkest. Croesus Station security teams had had to break up no less than three bar fights between the Dornalian delegation and some other group, usually as a result of a dispute over an athletic sport result or gambling finale.
Finally, the Aureus was ready.
The Aureus was not your normal vessel. For starters, it was converted. It's base, birth form had been that of an Executor-class Super Star Destroyer. More than half of it's weaponry had been stripped out. Internal space had been modified to fit a number of requested changes. There was a ten kilometer race track inside the ship, capable of fielding a pod race, now. At least a dozen restaurants from each respective nation had been given allotments within the ship; 'Restaurant Row' now being the name given to the thoroughfare and ship-level that ran for two kilometers in the center of the ship. Every major industry from advanced genetic-augmentation, to children's toys, to energy creation and storage, to artificial holo-dramas, there was an area given over to their products.
In the highest levels of the ship, nearer to the bridge, were the diplomatic sections. Trade representatives and other governmental officials were housed there. Their apartments had been built to their specifications and requests -- though KDY had taken umbrage at the Dornalian request for a "golden shitter".
The vast majority of the Aureus's crew was composed of droids and AIs. The ship's prime AI was called "Nelson" and it oversaw the maintenance and upkeep of the ship's operations. The fleshier crew were composed of Thrashians and a few other GCC members that had, previously, been allies of the Empire. The captain of the vessel was none other than retired-Admiral Voss Parck, who had agreed to take the post at the behest of the Empress.
While the ship's crew were mostly Thrashian, the security forces on board had been augmented for a more interstellar composition. Each nation of the GCC network had been invited to bring a full company of their soldiery and up to three fighter squadrons, or analogs thereof. The task force was under a rotational command, each member nation's company commander being in -- nominal -- command for a period of forty-eight hours. Supplementing this force were battle droids, most of which were kept in storage.
Aureus Main Hangar Bay
Minister Andren Harn stood at a close approximation of attention. He was the appointed senior Thrashian diplomat and trade representative aboard the Aureus and the one who'd be traveling aboard the vessel as it made it's way throughout the entire GCC network at large. It was, to be fair, a great honor to be appointed as such; with plenipotentiary powers and confidence of the Empress placed in him. However, that was enough to make his head go dizzy. He wished fervently that he'd been able to convince Moff Jerjerrod to change his mind about his selection. Andren mentally sighed, again.
The snapping of armored boots brought his head back around to the present.
An entire company of white armored Thrashian clone troopers marched in sync down the thoroughfare of dignitaries and hanger-ons. Since they were the hosting nation and the ones who ponied up the cash for this little trade expo, the Thrashian company had been allowed prime place in the marching of the colors. The black and silver silk-woven banner of the Empire flew proudly at the the head of the formation. Next came the Dornalians, followed by the Roanians, Huerdaens, and others. All of the national banners and flags were assembled side by side once the marching was finished; each of the assembled companies standing next to the others, their stark differences of attire and weaponry in contrast to the unity of the moment.
He knew his cue when it came. Andren walked to a raised podium facing the assembled dignitaries, business people, and traders. There was raucous burst of music from the accompanying marching band, followed by applause from the audience as he took his place. He settled his data pad on the podium, cleared his throat, and looked out at the assemblage of faces; so many varied hues and species. It was oddly humbling.
"First, on behalf of her Majesty, the Empress Dheinalia Vera Nuruodo of the Thrashian Empire, I welcome you one and all aboard the Aureus. It is a pleasure to welcome you and to have you all here and now for what I, and the Empire, hope will be the inauguration of an annual trade exhibition event like no other. May this journey be one of lasting prosperity and peace among our nations. Free commerce and the free exchange of ideas between our peoples, to pursue wealth and happiness -- that is what we seek. Let us all see and enjoy the treasures of this universe as displayed by our constituent members.
"I bid each of you to endeavor to find joy and a measure of wealth on this journey, whether that wealth be physical or spiritual in nature. Show all the wonders of our scientific efforts, the products of our imagination. Spirit us away into realms of pure imagination, that intoxicating place where money can buy just about all one could wish for. Such is our ambition and dream for this expedition."
Andren paused for a moment, letting his words sink in.
"Without further ado, let me leave you with these words: 'Let peace, descending from her native heaven, bid her olives spring amidst the joyful nations; and plenty, in league with commerce, scatter blessings from her copious hand!'"
He stepped back and bowed to the crowd. Applause sounded, though he imagined that it wasn't as loud as it could be. He stepped back into the crowd and his assistant, Lira, appeared at his shoulder.
"Excellent speech, sir." Her tone was neutral.
"Liar," he replied, walking through the crowd, exchanging greetings and pleasantries as he went.
"My name is Lira, sir. Pronounced 'Lira.' I can understand how you might be confused," she deadpanned.
"What's next on the docket?" Andren allowed a small smile, but otherwise ignored her riposte.
"There is the official launch party taking place on the Diplomatic Level, in the grand hall. There's to be an operatic display and entertainment from the Aumanians."
"Well, let's away to it shall we. Make sure the food is perfect and that you keep a steady flow of Bastion Ambrosia topped off in my glass." Andren didn't think he'd want to be too sensible before the night was over.
"Yes, sir."
The Aureus made a single circuit of the Commercia System before it made it's way inwards and plunged through the GCC gate. It's modified, 3.4km width easily fit through the portal. Their first stop: New Dornalia.