(Civ) Commander James Adler
Salas Arcana System
Arch / Mk. I Owl
Admittedly, GD's first venture into interstellar travel was a pain in the butt. Sure, the Einstein Reality Shift system, which took advantage of the fact that the speed of light wasn't a limit in other frames of reference, made interplanetary travel a cinch, but upgrading those for light years? Yeesh. Talk about a research project.
But they'd done it! Taking a fledgling bot, training it to use the ERS Mark II to jump to the nearest star and back unassisted and not blow up the ship in the process, and it was proven that interstellar travel was in the realm of possibility once again.
A process that had taken about two hundred years too many.
At the moment, James tapped at the console of his small ship, more out of habit than necessity. A tiny notification popped up, reminding him of his imminent shopping trip, and more importantly, what to get. The nation he was in right now seemed to specialize in carbon-based materials, so he figured he'd pick up some graphene for the road.
James closed the pop up right as a voice announced to the ship that his docking request had been approved.
"Thaaank you," he said semi-pointlessly. Everything was automated these days. He slowly slid his ship into the docking line, sticking to the left side despite the last five stations wanting him on the right. Okay, bit weird, but so was driving back on Earth, apparently.
Docking was uneventful, which was a good thing, because James had bought military-grade lasers specifically for anyone who decided a lone, non-cargo-carrying engineer was worth the trouble to try and fight. Apparently, those could burn through the Owl's shields as if it were ripping tissue paper.
He hoped that applied to most smaller craft, at least...
Jumping out into quasi-fresh station atmosphere, Adler stretched, headed straight for manufacturing. He also considered trying Galaxy Burger, which he definitely had time for. Anything regarding space travel was measured in weeks, not hours. He had time to kill.
