The Aeternitas System
Planet Veritas
2250 AD
Planet Veritas
2250 AD
Veritas was what many people considered a suburban planet. While at a glance, while approaching the planet, it appears largely untouched by the plague of urbanization and mechanization. However, once the shadows the planets sun casts are seen past, the opposite is very true. Near the planets south pole, a massive facility could be seen, with almost no augmentation of vision. This is the Veritas Starforge, a massive refit, repair, and construction yard that built everything from the smallest frigate, to the largest carrier, battleship, and colony ship. The location of Veritas made it an early conquest for the Syndicate, and this starforge is the hub of trade in the section of space it resided in. A much subtler reason, being that there always has been a constant and notably heavy armed presence on the planet, unusually so for the often times subtler ploys the Syndicate would prefer, meant that it was a preferred place for officials to meet spacer captains and specialists that would find themselves under guard due to the nature of the deals that would be undertaken here.
Sprawling around the administrative and industrial center that was the Starforge was a massive sprawl of lighter ship and cargo docks, with accompanying residential slums. Larger ships incapable of atmospheric landings remained in orbit, shuttles bearing those needed planet side docking in temporary holds while their passengers simply shuffled along wherever they were needed. Of course, the more important, the quicker and less slum they saw and had to go through to get to wherever they needed to go. The elite were escorted via hover craft, while your average guest went back and forth via ground cars. A handful of such hover craft had been flitting back and forth across the sky, making some of the slum dwellers and ship crew on leave wonder what was going on today, as one would maybe see one a day, at most. They would be right that something was going on, and if they knew they would laugh and wish those involved luck, or blessings.
Rumors swirled as they always did, that the Syndicate, or someone high enough to make an actual attempt at being important, was looking to make a name by something that, while details were non existent, was already agreed on as madness. However, such madness was attractive to some, whether for money, fame, or just to be able to make a mark on history. One such man was in a hover car, speeding low over the slums, heading towards the dominant tower in the administrative sector of the Starforge. This man wore a buckled military vest that, while vastly outdated, had its uses. It sat over an olive drab fatigue, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. A pair of trousers, and boots, finished the attire of the man. He smirked at the two guards sitting opposite of him, one holding his revolver and spanner, the other keeping a firm eye on him in case he tried something. Paranoid fellow, this mysterious man who sent him a lucrative enough offer for him to be willing to go in near blind.
Arriving, he was wordlessly escorted to an express elevator, which shot him upwards at what one would feel was comfortable. In fact, which the man within the elevator realized, if the internal dampners were to fail even for a second, the speed would turn the three men in the elevator into bloody smears on the ground, due to the sheer speed and downward force that was being generated onto them. But, of course, not even the potential for that happening was present, the system was too well maintained for that. So in the span of less than a minute, the man was escorted into a room that overlooked the entire view of the Starforge's industrial sector. A long table, which had one person already there. As the chair spun, a female gave the man a very chilly smile. "Captain Saveli, I presume? If you would have a seat, I am expecting another.... Freelancer before we may begin." Saveli shrugged and crashed in a chair, using another one to stretch out. He ignored the sarcasm on the use of his title, leave it to politicians to push the envelope when it came to respect. But still, the money was too good to get worked up over a trivial matter like that.
