RP In the Business of the Mining Guild

[Charaa]

Astrid watched as Veronica Stone, the head of Marketing, leaned forward, her eyes alight with enthusiasm.

"A mobile store is indeed an interesting idea," Veronica began, her voice brimming with energy as she built on Astrid's proposal. "And to expand on it, I propose that we build this mobile store as a variant of the Polaris-class Ultra Carrier."

Astrid tilted her head slightly, intrigued by where Veronica was going with this. The Polaris-class Ultra Carrier was one of the Guild’s most impressive and versatile ship designs, known for its ability to support and repair a wide range of ships. It made sense for such a ship to serve as the foundation for a mobile store, especially with the potential for customization and repair services.

"This way," Veronica continued, "we could show off not just our mining technology but also certain ships that we might be willing to sell. We could even use the existing carrier systems, the ones that typically repair ships, and configure them to allow potential clients to customize their designs—change the colors, modify aesthetics on the spot."

Astrid nodded in approval. The ability to provide live customization would definitely attract more attention. "That sounds like a great way to let clients get a hands-on experience with our designs," Astrid said. "It would make the ships feel more personal to them."

Veronica smiled, excited by the synergy. "Exactly! And," she added with a gleam in her eye, "we could even offer special, limited-time designs or themes. For instance, we could create a special color theme like the purple used by the Motoyoshi Clan. We could call it 'The Orchid,' named after the special nickname of their matriarch, Katsuko. It would honor their legacy and appeal to clients who admire the Motoyoshi style."

Astrid raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed. The idea of themed designs tied to prominent factions or families was a clever marketing strategy. The Orchid theme, especially, would capture the attention of those familiar with the Motoyoshi Clan’s influence and prestige.

"That's a fantastic idea, Veronica," Astrid said, already seeing how it could work. "Not only would it give us a creative edge, but it would also be a subtle nod to the diplomatic ties we’re fostering. And it could attract those who appreciate luxury and tradition in equal measure."

Veronica beamed at the praise, but she wasn’t finished. "As for the crew," she continued, "I agree that the Night Guard would handle security, no question about that. Their presence would ensure the protection of both the crew and our assets. But for the rest of the staff, the majority should come from the Marketing Division. After all, this ship will be a direct extension of our outreach efforts."

Astrid nodded, thinking about the logistics. Marketing personnel would know how to handle customers, present the ships and technology in the best light, and close deals efficiently. "Yes, I can see how Marketing would be the right fit for most of the crew. They’re the ones who know how to sell our vision."

Veronica, clearly in her element, clasped her hands together. "After this meeting, I'll review my roster and select personnel with the right skills for this assignment. We’ll need sales experts, tech-savvy marketers who can demonstrate ship systems, and of course, engineers who understand the repair and customization processes."

She paused for a moment, and then her eyes widened as another thought struck her. "Oh! I just thought of a name!" she gasped, excitement spilling into her voice. "We could call it the Merchant-class Mobile Store, and the first ship in this line... it could be named the Celestial Aisles!"

Astrid’s smile grew wider at the suggestion. "The Celestial Aisles," she repeated, testing the name on her tongue. It had a grand, almost ethereal quality to it, something that evoked the vastness of space and the treasures it held. "I love it. The name perfectly captures the idea of a traveling store in the stars, bringing the best of the Mining Guild to every corner of the galaxy."

Veronica was positively glowing, her excitement infectious. "Thank you, Miss Kurosaki. I really think this concept could take off. The Merchant-class can travel far and wide, bringing our technology and ships directly to the people. We can customize not just colors but certain minor features of ships, allowing clients to have a truly unique experience with us."

Astrid leaned back, letting the idea settle in her mind. The concept of a mobile store was rapidly evolving into something more significant—a fleet of specialized ships designed not only for sales and marketing but for brand immersion and direct engagement with potential clients. It would be a bold, forward-thinking step in the Guild's expansion strategy.

"All right," Astrid said, a note of determination in her voice. "Let’s move forward with the plan. Veronica, once you’ve reviewed your roster, work with the Engineering Corps to start designing the Merchant-class Mobile Store. We’ll want to move quickly on this. And as for the Celestial Aisles, let’s make sure it’s ready to be the flagship of this new initiative."

Veronica nodded eagerly, already preparing herself to dive into the details. Astrid could feel the momentum building. This project would be ambitious, but with the right planning and execution, it had the potential to revolutionize how the Mining Guild expanded its presence across the galaxy.

"We’ll reconvene in a few days to discuss progress," Astrid added, glancing around the room. "I want everyone to be involved, and if you have any ideas for how your division can contribute, now’s the time to bring them forward."

Veronica nodded her head and then turned her attention to Doctor Kross, the head of the Engineering Corps. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, the spark of a new idea taking shape.

"I’d also like to have a word with you, Doctor Kross," she said, her tone professional yet eager. "Before I return to my office, I’ve been thinking about a special type of drone—one that might work well with the new ship concept we just discussed."

Doctor Kross raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the sudden shift in conversation. "A special drone? Go on, Veronica."

Veronica leaned forward slightly, already visualizing her idea as she spoke. "I was thinking... what if we designed a drone specifically tailored to enhance the customer experience aboard the Celestial Aisles? These drones would act as personalized guides for potential clients—floating assistants that can show off the ships, highlight key features, and even provide live demonstrations on how to use certain technologies."

Doctor Kross crossed his arms thoughtfully. "A personalized guide drone… it would certainly give clients a more interactive experience. And if they’re integrated into the ship’s systems, they could provide detailed specifications or offer customization suggestions in real time."

"Exactly!" Veronica said, clearly excited that Kross was following her line of thought. "They could even be programmed to recognize frequent clients, store their preferences, and make tailored recommendations based on their previous visits. Imagine a client walking into the ship, and their personal drone immediately greets them by name, then suggests a few design tweaks based on what they’ve liked in the past."

Kross nodded slowly, considering the possibilities. "Interesting. We’d need to design the drones to interface seamlessly with both the ship’s systems and the marketing platform we’ll be using to track customer preferences. We could also equip them with holo-projection capabilities, allowing them to project a small model of the ships or equipment being sold, complete with real-time customization options."

Veronica clapped her hands together in excitement. "That’s brilliant! A holographic display would take it to the next level. Clients could see the changes they want to make to their ship or equipment in real-time, without needing to physically alter the product until they’re satisfied."

Doctor Kross seemed to be warming to the idea. "I’ll work with my team to draft up some designs. The drones will need to be sleek, efficient, and capable of handling a variety of tasks. We’ll also need to ensure they’re user-friendly, especially for clients who might not be familiar with advanced technology."

Veronica smiled, clearly satisfied with the direction the conversation was heading. "Perfect. I think this addition could really set the Celestial Aisles apart from any other mobile store or ship showcase. It’ll give customers a personalized experience that not only feels high-end but also incredibly modern and innovative."

Astrid, who had been listening to the exchange with interest, chimed in, "I agree. These drones could be a game-changer. Let’s make sure they’re designed with versatility in mind. They should be able to cater to different types of clients—from those who are just browsing to those ready to make a purchase on the spot."

Kross nodded. "Understood. I’ll begin work on the preliminary designs as soon as possible."

Veronica, satisfied that her idea was in good hands, turned back to Astrid. "Thank you, Miss Kurosaki. I’ll head back to my office now and start preparing for the next steps on our end. But I’ll keep in touch with Doctor Kross to make sure everything is progressing smoothly."

Astrid smiled warmly. "Thank you, Veronica. I’m looking forward to seeing this project come to life."

As everyone began getting up to leave, Astrid noticed Lady Nyx making her way over to join Veronica and Doctor Kross. Intrigued, she subtly slowed her own departure, just enough to overhear their conversation.

Lady Nyx spoke with her usual calm yet authoritative tone, building on the earlier discussion. "On the topic of drones, I had another idea," Nyx said thoughtfully. "What if we create an advertising drone—one that could autonomously promote the ship and its purpose? Since it's a drone, it could move freely and even enter areas that might be less safe for our personnel, like criminal territories or unstable regions. It would provide us with a degree of separation from any risk, and we could incorporate the hologram projection feature Doctor Kross mentioned earlier."

Veronica’s eyes lit up as she listened, her mind clearly whirring with possibilities. "An advertising drone... that's brilliant!" she exclaimed. "It could act as a mobile billboard of sorts, spreading the word about the Celestial Aisles and showcasing some of our most impressive technologies. And since it’s unmanned, we wouldn’t be putting anyone in danger if it strayed into hostile territory."

Doctor Kross nodded, already considering the technical aspects. "We could give it long-range capability and a self-sustaining power source, perhaps solar-based, to allow it to operate for extended periods without the need to return for charging. And if it uses holographic projections, we could customize the messages it delivers, adapting to local markets, languages, or even broadcasting special promotions based on the region it’s in."

Nyx continued, her sharp mind clearly at work. "Exactly. And since it’s a drone, it could go places our mobile store can’t—like underdeveloped systems or more remote sectors where we're trying to establish a foothold. It could preemptively advertise our services, build interest, and gauge the local response before we even send a ship there. Plus, with holo-projections, we could provide a preview of what the Celestial Aisles offers, from technology to ships."

Veronica was fully on board, excitement clear in her voice. "That could revolutionize our marketing efforts! The drones could even work in fleets, strategically moving to key locations. Maybe we can program them to attend events, trade shows, or even drift near pirate markets to catch the attention of those who deal in more…gray areas of commerce."

Doctor Kross tapped his chin thoughtfully. "We’d need to ensure the drones have a strong self-defense protocol in case they’re tampered with or targeted. While they wouldn’t be heavily armed, perhaps we could include a cloaking system or a quick-exit mechanism to protect them in hostile environments."

Astrid, who had been listening closely, couldn't help but chime in. "I like this. Not only are we maximizing the visibility of the Celestial Aisles and our technologies, but we're doing it in a way that minimizes risk. We could deploy these drones far and wide, even across faction borders, to build up anticipation before our ship even arrives. It’s perfect for expanding into new territories."

Nyx nodded, pleased to see Astrid sharing her vision. "Precisely. And since the drones would be gathering data as they move, we could use that information to determine the best areas to deploy our resources. The Stratum Intelligence Group could analyze the feedback, ensuring we're always one step ahead of the competition."

Doctor Kross smiled, clearly appreciating how the idea had evolved. "I’ll start working on the designs. We can create both an advertising version and a customer-assistance version to complement each other. They’ll be part of the same drone family, but with distinct functions."

Veronica grinned. "This is going to change the game. Once we deploy these drones, we’ll have eyes—and advertisements—everywhere."

Astrid smiled at the collaborative energy swirling around the room, feeling a surge of excitement about the project. "I can’t wait to see where this takes us. Let’s make it happen."

With that, the conversation ended on a high note, with all three—Lady Nyx, Veronica, and Doctor Kross—energized to turn these ambitious ideas into reality.

 

[Charaa]

A few hours later, in Astrid's office, Veronica Stone entered, accompanied by Doctor Gideon Kross. The two were filled with a sense of accomplishment, having just wrapped up an intensive design session. Veronica’s smile hinted at excitement as she approached Astrid's desk, carrying her data pad. "Miss Kurosaki," she began, her tone professional yet brimming with enthusiasm, "we have something to show you. The drone concept we discussed earlier—it’s ready."

Astrid, sitting behind her desk, looked up from the reports she had been reviewing. Curiosity sparked in her eyes as she set the files aside. "I’m eager to see what you’ve come up with," she replied, leaning back in her chair with an expectant smile.

Veronica nodded and activated a button on her pad, instantly summoning a holographic display in the center of the room. The projection showcased the sleek form of a drone, hovering in mid-air. "This is the Echosails advertisement drone," Veronica announced with pride.

The drone itself was a marvel of sleek design, its structure streamlined for both efficiency and elegance. It featured long, narrow wings—like sails—extending outward from its body, giving it a futuristic and somewhat graceful appearance. These wings were the defining feature of the drone, and their surfaces were lined with holographic projectors. As the hologram spun slowly, Astrid could see intricate lines of digital circuitry running along the wings, hinting at the advanced technology packed within the drone’s frame.

Doctor Kross stepped forward to provide the technical details. "The Echosails drone is equipped with advanced holographic projectors embedded in its wings. These projectors allow it to display dynamic advertisements on multiple sides, which can be customized depending on the region or event it's deployed to. The holograms can show everything from ship models to product demonstrations. We’ve designed it to be eye-catching and adaptable, capable of promoting our technology in a wide range of environments."

As if on cue, the drone’s holographic projectors flickered to life. Bright, vibrant images danced across its wings, showing a polished advertisement for the Celestial Aisles, complete with holographic visuals of the ship's design, its luxurious interior, and the various products and services it would offer. The visuals were accompanied by text overlays in multiple languages, demonstrating the drone’s adaptability for use in different territories and cultures.

Veronica smiled as she watched the display. "The holograms can be switched on the fly, so if it enters a market or system with specific interests, the drone can tailor its message to that audience. For example, in Yamataian-controlled regions, it might highlight some of our more advanced ship designs systems. Or, in more peaceful territories, it could focus on mining technologies, industrial equipment, or even the luxury side of what we offer, like housing modules and advanced consumer goods."

Astrid leaned forward, clearly impressed. "This is more advanced than I expected," she said, her eyes glued to the holographic drone and its rotating images. "It’s captivating. I can imagine this drone would draw crowds just by being present."

Doctor Kross, pleased by her reaction, continued with the technical breakdown. "We also included a long-range communications array, allowing the drone to stream live feeds or receive updates remotely. It has autonomous pathfinding, so it can chart courses through various regions without needing constant oversight. And as a safety measure, we’ve equipped it with self-defense protocols, including an emergency cloaking device and a quick-escape feature, should it find itself in hostile territory."

Veronica added, "We've also built in a self-repair function for minor damages. If it gets hit or scrapes something in its travels, it can self-diagnose and patch itself up without needing to return to a base station."

Astrid stood up, walking around the hologram to take in every angle of the Echosails drone. The possibilities were endless, and she could see the value this could bring to their operations, both in marketing and in making their presence felt across uncharted territories.

"Have you thought about where we’d deploy it first?" Astrid asked, her mind already racing with potential uses.

Veronica exchanged a look with Doctor Kross before replying. "We were thinking of starting small—deploying a few Echosails drones to key markets we're already familiar with, like the New Dusk Conclave territories, or perhaps near Yamataian borders to drum up interest. But they could easily be expanded into unexplored regions as we gauge their effectiveness."

Astrid nodded, thoughtful. "We could send them ahead of the Celestial Aisles, as part of a coordinated campaign. Build up interest in those systems before we arrive, like creating anticipation for a new product launch."

"Exactly," Doctor Kross agreed. "It’s not just an advertisement; it’s an advance scout in many ways. We’ll also receive valuable data about the reception in different markets—information we can use to better plan our entry strategy."

Astrid smiled. "This is fantastic work, both of you. I want to see the first of these drones out in the field as soon as possible. Let’s get the marketing team and SIG involved. The sooner we have this operational, the better."

Veronica beamed with satisfaction, already formulating the next steps in her mind. "We’ll get the deployment plans ready right away," she said confidently, but before leaving, she hesitated for a moment, her expression shifting to one of thoughtfulness. "Also, before I go, I’ve compiled a list of potential crew members for the Celestial Aisles," she continued, her tone now more deliberate. "I made sure they were representative of the various species working within the Mining Guild."

Astrid nodded, motioning for her to proceed.

Veronica glanced at her data pad, reviewing the crew choices. "First, for the captain, I’ve selected Nyla Strider, a Feline anthro. She’s a seasoned leader with a remarkable sense of strategy. I think she’s the perfect fit to oversee all operations aboard the carrier, ensuring not just the smooth running of things, but also maintaining security at the highest levels. Nyla has this uncanny ability to navigate through complicated situations—both in space and with people—and I trust her judgment completely."

Astrid leaned forward slightly, intrigued by the choice. "I’ve heard good things about Nyla. Her leadership style could be exactly what we need for a ship like the Celestial Aisles. And her background with handling sensitive operations… she’ll manage the crew well."

Veronica smiled, encouraged by Astrid's approval, and continued. "For her second-in-command, I’ve chosen Zephyr, a fox anthro. He’s sharp, tactical, and has a strong understanding of ship mechanics and command structure. While his personality is a bit more laid-back compared to Nyla’s, they complement each other. He has this ability to keep morale high even in tense situations, which I think will be crucial on a ship that’s not only about marketing but also showing off our tech and services to different factions."

Astrid considered this thoughtfully, appreciating the balance between Nyla’s sharpness and Zephyr’s more grounded approach. "Good. A strong team at the helm is essential for such an important vessel."

Veronica nodded, gaining momentum as she went through the list. "For the ship’s AI, I’d like to use Astra. She’s one of the newer AIs, spawned in Technospace, and while she’s still learning, she’s shown incredible adaptability. Astra’s processing speed and decision-making are phenomenal, and she’s perfect for handling the day-to-day operational load of the Celestial Aisles. She would function as a subordinate to Aurum, our primary AI overseeing all major systems, but Astra’s more specialized toward crew interaction and customer experience—perfect for a ship that will be engaging with clients from all over."

Astrid’s eyes brightened at the mention of Astra. "A good choice. I’ve been hearing about some of the newer AIs, and Astra sounds like she could really enhance the ship’s operations."

Veronica’s excitement only grew as she continued. "I also want Hex aboard as a Loading and Unloading Unit. Hex is highly versatile, able to handle cargo efficiently with multiple appendages, and it’s got a bit of a personality—witty, even. Having Hex in charge of logistics and cargo would ensure everything moves seamlessly, especially when we have to offload products during demonstrations."

Astrid smiled. "I like that idea. A logistical unit with some charm to it. Hex sounds like a good fit."

Veronica’s tone then grew more serious as she moved to the final member of her proposed crew. "For our helms officer, I’ve selected Valyris. She’s… honestly the best pilot we have. No one else compares when it comes to precision flying or handling complex maneuvers. But there’s a bit of a complication…" Veronica hesitated, then continued carefully. "Valyris was created as a clone in our Station Omacron cloning center. She’s talented, but there’s an issue with her legs—she can’t walk and relies on a hover chair to get around. And unfortunately, some have refused her for certain positions because of it."

Veronica’s frustration became evident as her voice wavered slightly. "But I don’t want to damn it!" she blurted, before quickly realizing her tone. Blushing deeply, she lowered her head. "Apologies, ma'am, for my language. I just... Valyris deserves this. She’s worked hard, and I don’t want her physical condition to hold her back from what she’s capable of."

Astrid remained silent for a moment, letting Veronica’s words settle in the room. She could sense the passion behind Veronica’s defense of Valyris, and it resonated with her deeply. "There’s no need to apologize, Veronica," Astrid finally said, her voice calm but firm. "I appreciate your honesty—and your conviction. If Valyris is the best pilot we have, then that’s what matters. We’ll make the accommodations she needs, but she should have the chance to prove herself."

Veronica sighed with relief, clearly grateful for Astrid’s support. "Thank you, Miss Kurosaki. I’ll make sure Valyris knows we’re giving her the opportunity she’s earned."

Astrid nodded. "Make sure the ship is equipped with everything she needs to perform at her best. If she’s our top pilot, we’re lucky to have her."

Veronica stood a little taller, now filled with a renewed sense of determination. "I’ll handle it personally."

As the conversation drew to a close, Astrid couldn’t help but feel proud of her team. The Celestial Aisles was shaping up to be more than just a marketing vessel—it was becoming a showcase of the Mining Guild’s talent, ingenuity, and inclusive vision. With the right people, the right technology, and a shared sense of purpose, she knew they were about to set a new standard in how their organization presented itself to the galaxy.

Veronica and Doctor Kross left the office, leaving Astrid to reflect on the discussion. The future looked promising, and she couldn’t wait to see it unfold.

 

[Charaa]

Astrid stretched, letting the day’s tension ease from her shoulders as she rose from her desk. It was nearing dinner time, and her thoughts wandered to Cobaltvale, the Guild’s residential zone. Just as she was stepping out, she ran into Aeta and Vilkas.

“Good evening, sis, brother,” Astrid greeted warmly. “I was just thinking I’d get a bite to eat—and maybe we could head to the Sunset Grill? Elara Tian, the owner, might have insights into anything around the residential area that needs attention, besides the heat issue, of course.”

Aeta chuckled. “Sounds like a plan. I’m always down for Sunset Grill’s specials.”

Vilkas nodded in agreement. “And gathering feedback firsthand is the best way to get an accurate picture.”

With a newfound eagerness, the three siblings made their way out of the headquarters, their next stop: the heart of Cobaltvale and the trusted Sunset Grill.

As they stepped outside, the cool evening air wrapped around them, a refreshing change from the day’s heat. They paused, taking in the gentle breeze before sliding into the car waiting for them.

"You know, I am glad that its us, and not someone else checking up on our favorite residential Zone." Aeta commented before she added "the fact its us, may be a big deal, like we are paying attention, and want to help" Aeta told her siblings.

“I agree, sis,” Astrid nodded, glancing at Aeta with a smile as they pulled away. “It’s easy to delegate something like this, but I think us being there ourselves shows we genuinely care about the place and the people who live there.”

Aeta leaned back, her gaze on the passing buildings. “Yeah, and it sends a message. People notice when leadership is involved personally—it’s a reminder that they’re not just cogs in the Guild’s machine. Our presence might encourage them to speak up if they’ve held anything back.”

Vilkas gave a thoughtful nod. “Exactly. Plus, knowing what daily life is like from their perspective can only help us make Cobaltvale a better place. It’s our job to make sure their needs are met, even the smaller ones.”

The three shared a sense of purpose, and as they neared Cobaltvale, a quiet anticipation settled among them. Tonight was about more than just a meal; it was about connecting with the community they had helped build and ensuring its growth matched the Guild's vision.

"Remind me later, to check in on Aria Cerez, to make sure that MG.S.S Imperium's replica of Cobaltvale wont have the same issues, as we might possibly hear about now." Astrid commented as they soon passed into Cobaltvale. As the vehicle entered the district of Cobaltvale, Astrid looked around, she spotted The Cobalt Bean where she and many others drink coffee in the mornings.

"Noted," Vilkas replied with a slight nod, making a mental note of the task. "Ensuring Cobaltvale's replica onboard the MG.S.S Imperium is as seamless and comfortable as possible will be a priority. No reason to repeat any issues if we can fix them here first."

As they rolled further into Cobaltvale, Astrid’s eyes lingered on familiar sights, landmarks of their community. The Cobalt Bean stood out—a bustling café that had become a beloved gathering spot for residents. She could almost smell the morning aroma that greeted her and countless others each day, a blend of strong coffee and freshly baked pastries that somehow made early starts bearable.

“It’s spots like The Cobalt Bean that give Cobaltvale its charm," Astrid said thoughtfully. "There’s something comforting about seeing the same faces each day—gives the place a real sense of home.”

Aeta nodded in agreement, glancing at the café’s glowing sign. “And those little comforts make a difference. People here don’t just work for the Guild; they live their lives here. It’s only right we make sure the spaces we provide feel like home in every way."

The car continued down the main boulevard, the residential area alive with the warmth of evening lights.

As the car came to a smooth stop, the robot driver gave a polite nod. Its glowing, expressive eyes flickered briefly in a gesture that conveyed a hint of personality, and the warm tone of its voice added a surprisingly welcoming touch. "Ma'ams, Sir, we have arrived at the destination, I will of course wait here for your return, please enjoy your meal." The robot said, with a feminine voice.

"Thank you," Astrid replied with a smile, appreciating the synthetic’s attentiveness.

The trio stepped out of the car, greeted by the inviting glow of the Sunset Grill's exterior lights. The rich scents of grilled meats, spices, and fresh herbs wafted from the entrance, making their stomachs rumble in anticipation. Astrid glanced back at the driver. "We won’t be too long. And thank you again," she added, grateful for the consistent support.

"Of course, ma'am," the synthetic replied, settling back in the driver’s seat. "I’ll be here whenever you’re ready."

They exchanged a quick look, smiles shared between siblings, before they headed toward the entrance. Tonight wasn’t just about a meal—it was a chance to connect with the people of Cobaltvale, and, for Astrid, an opportunity to speak directly with Elara Tian, the heart and soul behind the Sunset Grill.

Vilkas moved ahead to open the door for his sisters, and the three entered, only to be immediately greeted by a waitress. "greetings, welcome to the Sunset Grill, i'll be your waitress this evening, I'm Ivy Lynne, and-" she suddenly stopped as she realized just who she was talking to. Her eyes widened in surprise. "The CEO Chief Operations Officer and the Supreme Commander of the Night Guard! I mean welcome! are you staying in tonight?" She asked the three of them after getting over her shock and becoming professional again.

Vilkas, Aeta, and Astrid exchanged amused glances, each finding a hint of humor in Ivy’s reaction. Astrid offered a warm smile to the waitress. "Thank you, Ivy," she said gently, hoping to put her at ease. "Yes, we’ll be dining in tonight. If you have a cozy corner booth available, that would be perfect."

Aeta chuckled softly. "Don't worry, Ivy, we’re here to enjoy a good meal just like everyone else. And perhaps a moment to chat with Elara Tian if she has a few minutes?"

Ivy quickly regained her composure, nodding enthusiastically. "Of course! I’ll get you seated right away, and I’ll let Elara know you'd like to speak with her." She gestured for them to follow, leading the three through the warmly lit restaurant.

As they walked through the dining area, Astrid couldn’t help but notice the pleasant buzz of conversation and laughter around them, locals enjoying their meals and each other’s company. The Sunset Grill was a staple in Cobaltvale, and tonight, being here felt as though they were reconnecting with the heart of the community.

Once Ivy led them to a spacious corner booth with a view of the lively dining area, she handed each of them a menu with a smile. “If you’re in the mood for something hearty, I’d recommend our grilled herb-crusted steak with roasted vegetables. For something lighter, our Sunset Salad with citrus dressing is a customer favorite, and the clam chowder tonight has been especially popular,” Ivy said enthusiastically, clearly proud of the menu.

Astrid glanced over the options thoughtfully. "Thank you, Ivy. Everything sounds wonderful,” she replied, glancing at her siblings. “Though I have to admit, that chowder does sound tempting.”

Aeta nodded in agreement. “And you can’t go wrong with that herb-crusted steak… might be just what I’m craving tonight,” she said with a grin.

Vilkas, studying the menu, gave a slight nod. "I think I’ll go with the steak too, actually, but with a side of that chowder," he decided.

Ivy beamed at their choices. “Great selections! I’ll be back shortly to take your orders, and I’ll let Elara know you’re here.” With that, she left them to consider their options further.

Once Ivy was out of earshot, Astrid leaned forward with a fond smile. “It’s comforting to see the Grill as busy as ever. And with Ivy’s warm welcome, I think we made the right call coming here tonight.”

Aeta laughed softly. “True, it’s nice to be somewhere that feels like home – not to mention, somewhere where we’re practically locals ourselves.”

"since we are reviewing Cobaltvale, what do you all think of our Residence in the apartment building over there?' Vilkas asked his sisters as he pointed out to the Apartment building in question.

Astrid glanced toward the apartment building, smiling as she considered Vilkas’s question. "Honestly? I think it has a nice balance between functionality and comfort. Our apartments feel like a genuine home, and they have enough space for privacy but are close enough to foster a sense of community."

Aeta nodded in agreement. "I do appreciate the layout and how the place is designed to be welcoming and efficient. The fact that it’s walking distance to most of Cobaltvale’s best spots, like the Sunset Grill, the Cobalt Bean, and even the The Iron Market, and Starboard Goods, adds a lot of appeal. But I’ve noticed a few areas where we could improve, like adding even a lounge area for residents to unwind or socialize?"

Astrid's eyes brightened at the suggestion. "That's a great idea, Aeta. And perhaps we could look into creating a rooftop garden—something green and relaxing, where residents can recharge and enjoy the view. What do you think, Vilkas?"

Vilkas considered it thoughtfully, nodding. “A rooftop garden would be a fantastic addition. And maybe a secure space for residents who work late shifts or families who need safe, accessible play areas. It’s nice to see it thriving, but a few refinements could help it truly stand out as a model for our other residential areas.”

Astrid’s gaze lingered on the building. "Alright, it’s settled. Let’s compile these notes and make a formal proposal for some updates. If we’re going to do this review, we might as well make it as beneficial as possible."

Ivy soon returned, with another woman that the three recognized as the owner. Ivy was carrying their orders with Elara helping them. "here is your order, and i have Miss Elara Tian as you have asked." She told the three of them, before she left the four to talk. "I apreciate you agreeing to talk to us" Astrid told Elara. "I wanted to check in and see how the residents are doing and if theres any issue that needs dealing with, no matter how miniscule or big." she said.

Elara gave a warm smile and nodded in acknowledgment of Astrid’s words. "It’s no trouble, Ms. Kurosaki," she replied, her tone respectful yet familiar. "It’s good to know you’re so involved with Cobaltvale; it really means something to everyone."

She paused thoughtfully. "Most residents are content, but there are a few things worth mentioning. There’s been talk about upgrading the ventilation systems in some of the buildings, especially in the older sections of Cobaltvale. The heat during the day can be tough for some, particularly the families with younger kids and the elderly. It might be worth looking into enhanced air filters or cooling."

Elara leaned in slightly, as if to speak more privately. "And, if I may, the residents appreciate the community events you’ve organized. They bring everyone together. Some have wondered if we could get a small park area or a community garden—a place for people to connect outside of their apartments."

please expand on the following, "Most of the buildings were made from starships during the initial construction of Obsidian City, and this district as well as others 6 years ago, so it certainly is possible that those ventilation systems are very old." Aeta said, making a note of the vent issue. "The Heat is indeed an issue, i've seen some in the past go without clothes, though it might be because the heat is too much for their physiology. I think Nyx and i can come up with a kind of environmental shield, something we can also use for ourselves, and for the rest of the New Dusk Conclave." Aeta said. Astrid smiled as she heard Aeta speak, and also Elara's words on the community events.

Astrid watched as her sister took notes, reflecting on the community's gradual transformation over the years. The initial adaptation of starship structures for Cobaltvale’s residential and community spaces had served its purpose, but the challenges, such as outdated ventilation, were now becoming apparent.

“I appreciate your feedback on this, Elara,” Astrid said warmly. “It's reassuring to know you’re thinking of ways to tackle the heat problem with Nyx, sis. If we implement something like an environmental shield, it could bring a new level of comfort and possibly even serve as a model for other districts.”

She then turned to Elara with a thoughtful smile. “Regarding the community events, if you or anyone in the neighborhood has ideas for activities that could help bring people together, feel free to share them with me. The more we can encourage a sense of belonging here, the better.”

 

[Charaa]

Elara nodded, her eyes lighting up at Astrid’s openness. “Actually, we’ve had some suggestions. Several residents mentioned wanting to set up something like a weekend market or open-air bazaar where people can share their crafts and goods—maybe even local food and unique items. It’d be an excellent way for people to showcase their work and bring a bit of diversity to Cobaltvale.”

Astrid’s smile grew. “I think that sounds wonderful. Not only could it support local makers, but it’d also give everyone a reason to come together regularly. This market idea could even help bring in visitors from other districts, creating a bit of vibrancy and trade for everyone involved.”

Elara added, “There’s also been talk about hosting some regular outdoor movie nights or concerts. With the right equipment, the courtyard could become a lively gathering spot for evening events without everyone needing to be indoors during the hot hours.”

“Exactly the kind of thing we’d want here," Astrid agreed, nodding. "Aeta, let’s work on budgeting and organizing for these, maybe even with some help from the Marketing Division to add a bit of polish to the events.”

Aeta nodded her head feeling excited "we could play music from around the Kikyo Sector, especially, from our friends in Yugumo Corporation's Entertainment Division, i am sure some would love to hear songs from the band Midnight Infinity." Aeta said with a smile "though now that i think of it, our own entertainment division Secter Media doesnt have bands, especially one of our own.. might need to talk to Veronica about that" Aeta said.

Elara smiled, clearly pleased with Aeta’s enthusiasm. "That would definitely bring a fresh, lively energy to Cobaltvale. Midnight Infinity is quite popular, and hearing their music live, even if it’s just through local events or recordings, could draw people out for a little relaxation."

Astrid nodded in agreement. "If we can introduce a music scene here, perhaps something unique to our culture and workforce, we’ll have an even stronger sense of community identity. And having our own band? That could help represent Cobaltvale and the Guild to outsiders."

"Plus," Aeta added, already caught up in the idea, "if we hold events here with our own performers, it could be the start of something special, something to make our residential areas truly one-of-a-kind."

Vilkas smiled as he listened before turning to Elara, "have you heard any complaints on issues from Lyra Voss, owner of Aurora Grocer, or Iris Feng owner of the Specialty Market, Starboard Goods or The Cobalt Bean's owner, Morgan Yule, and.. who am I forgetting? oh yeah, Tarek Holt the owner of The Iron Market, and | Dr. Quin Lira who heads the Pharmacy, Orbit Essentials, and the Blue Sky Bakery owner, Ava Song?' He asked Elara.

Elara thought for a moment, clearly taking care to remember the various business owners Vilkas mentioned. "I’ve spoken to Lyra from Aurora Grocer recently; she mentioned occasional issues with deliveries arriving later than expected, though that’s usually manageable. Morgan at The Cobalt Bean has mentioned something similar with coffee shipments, especially during periods of high demand."

She paused, tapping her chin. "Iris Feng at Starboard Goods hasn’t raised many complaints, but she did suggest adding more wayfinding signs for newcomers in Cobaltvale who aren’t yet familiar with the market layout. As for Tarek Holt at The Iron Market, he’s been mostly satisfied but did express some concern about the ventilation in his shop, particularly when he’s working with certain metals."

Elara gave a small laugh. "Ava Song from Blue Sky Bakery has no complaints that I know of, aside from some wishful thinking about a more efficient cooling system in her bakery. And finally, Dr. Quin Lira at Orbit Essentials is fairly independent, but she did mention a small inventory glitch recently, which might just need a quick systems check."

Astrid took it all in with interest, nodding thoughtfully. "Thank you, Elara. This gives us a better picture of what the residents and business owners here experience daily. These are exactly the kinds of insights we need."

"We should also look into the clinics in the district and the daycares and schools too, kids are the future afterall" Aeta commented after taking a bite of her food.

Astrid nodded thoughtfully. "Absolutely, Aeta. Having good facilities for health and education will give parents peace of mind and let the kids grow up knowing they have a strong support network."

Vilkas added, "It’s something that would set Cobaltvale apart from other residential districts too. We should make sure our youngest residents have everything they need to thrive."

The three soon finished their meal, and Elara took her leave of the three. "hmm.. as for wayfinding.. Nyx and I could create a special device for that, something similar to the navigation systems.. just need a name for that though." Aeta commented out loud.

Astrid’s eyes lit up at Aeta’s idea. “That’s a fantastic idea, Aeta! A navigation device could make a huge difference, especially for newcomers or those unfamiliar with the layout of Cobaltvale.”

Vilkas tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe something that syncs with a central system but allows for personalization. We could incorporate visual or voice-guided directions, and even alerts about local events or any important messages."

Aeta nodded, her excitement growing. "Yes! It could serve as a personal guide and communication tool for the community, especially helpful in case of emergencies. As for a name, how about the ‘Stellar Guide’? It hints at both navigation and a sense of belonging under the same ‘sky.’”

Astrid smiled approvingly. “Stellar Guide. It has a nice ring to it. Let's plan to talk to Nyx about it tomorrow and see if we can get a prototype underway."

Aeta nods "i'll remember to ask her tomorrow, but for now, I'll head to Orbit Essentials personally, and check their systems for them, for that glitch elara mentioned, think you two can figure out the shipment issues?" She asked them.

Vilkas leaned back in his chair, considering Aeta's request. “Absolutely. I can contact our logistics team to look into the shipment schedules and see where the holdups are occurring. It might be helpful to compare notes with the other businesses in the area to see if they’re experiencing similar issues.”

Astrid chimed in, “And I can reach out to the Shipping Division to get a more detailed report on any recent changes in transit routes or delivery times. We need to ensure that our residents and local businesses aren’t facing unnecessary delays.”

Aeta smiled, feeling reassured. “Great! I’ll head to Orbit Essentials now, and I’ll keep you posted on what I find. If there’s anything else you need me to check while I’m there, just let me know.”

Vilkas and Astrid exchanged glances, both nodding in agreement. “Good luck, Aeta! We’ll catch up later,” Astrid said as Aeta gathered her things and prepared to leave.

As Aeta exited the Sunset Grill, the cool evening air greeted her, invigorating her spirit. She made her way toward Orbit Essentials, determined to uncover the cause of the glitch and ensure the store’s systems were running smoothly.

As she walked through the sidewalk, she passed a few Patrollers Robots of the Defender Series. Their AI sensors recognized her as Aeta and her position so they didnt bother her but she did see them following, likely to make sure she remains safe.

As Aeta stepped into Orbit Essentials, the familiar scent of antiseptics and a faint hint of soothing herbal remedies filled the air. The bright, sterile lighting illuminated the rows of neatly organized shelves stocked with various over-the-counter medications, health supplements, and personal care products. The lack of customers at this hour felt odd; typically, the pharmacy buzzed with activity, especially with residents picking up prescriptions or health essentials.

“Good evening,” she greeted the clerk behind the counter, a middle-aged woman with warm brown eyes who looked up from her tablet, momentarily surprised to see Aeta in the store.

“Good evening, Ms. Kurosaki!” the clerk responded, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and professionalism. “What can I do for you today?”

Aeta offered a polite smile, grateful for the warm reception. “I’ve heard there’s been some issues with the pharmacy’s systems, particularly a glitch that’s affecting the inventory and prescription processing. I wanted to see if I could help resolve that.”

The clerk’s expression shifted from excitement to concern. “Yes, we’ve been experiencing some strange glitches for the past few days. Sometimes, prescriptions don’t appear in the system, and other times, our inventory doesn’t reflect what we actually have on the shelves. It’s caused a bit of chaos, especially with the recent influx of patients.”

Aeta nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “I see. It sounds like it could be a software issue. I can take a look at the system and see if I can identify the problem. Can you show me to the computer where you process the prescriptions?”

“Of course!” The clerk motioned for Aeta to follow her. As they walked to the back of the store, Aeta noticed the aisles stocked with familiar brands of medications, first aid supplies, and health-related products. “We’ve been trying to keep everything organized, but it’s been challenging with these glitches.”

Upon reaching the small office at the back, the clerk gestured to a sleek terminal. “This is where we handle all the prescriptions and inventory management. I hope you can figure it out; it’s been stressful for all of us.”

Aeta stepped closer to the terminal, her fingers deftly dancing over the keyboard as she logged in. “Let me see what’s going on.” As she navigated through the system, her expression became focused. The interface was user-friendly, but there were clear discrepancies in the data that stood out.

After a few moments of inspecting the records, Aeta murmured, “It looks like there are several outdated entries in the database, which could explain why prescriptions aren’t showing up properly. The software might need an update, too.”

The clerk leaned in, observing as Aeta continued to work. “What can we do to fix it?”

“I’ll need to cross-reference your inventory with the database and correct any discrepancies. Then, I can initiate the update process for the software,” Aeta replied, her brow furrowing in concentration. “It shouldn’t take long. Once I finish, I can walk you through the necessary steps to ensure this doesn’t happen again.”

“Thank you, Aeta! I really appreciate your help,” the clerk said, visibly relieved. “It’s been a tough few days.”

As Aeta continued typing away at the terminal, she felt a sense of satisfaction in her work. “No thanks necessary,” she said with a warm smile. “Even though I’m an executive of the Mining Guild, the community here is important—not only to me, but to everyone. This place provides us with things we need, too.”

The clerk watched intently as Aeta deftly navigated through the interface, her fingers flying over the keyboard. It was clear that Aeta possessed a deep understanding of technology, and the clerk couldn’t help but admire her skills.

“Done!” Aeta declared after a few more keystrokes. She leaned back in her chair, satisfied as she reset the system. “I’ve cross-referenced the inventory with the current stock and updated the software. You should see a significant improvement in the processing speed and accuracy of prescriptions.”

The clerk beamed, her gratitude palpable. “That’s incredible! Thank you so much, Aeta. I was worried this issue would keep dragging on.”

Aeta stood and stretched her arms, feeling the tension ease from her shoulders. “It’s really my pleasure. Keeping the community running smoothly is what matters most. If you ever notice any more glitches or have any other concerns, please don’t hesitate to reach out. I want to ensure we’re all working together effectively.”

The clerk nodded vigorously, her relief turning into enthusiasm. “I will! I can’t thank you enough for your help today.”

As Aeta made her way back toward the entrance, she reflected on how important it was to be present in the community and support the businesses that formed its backbone. The more she engaged with residents and business owners, the more she understood their needs and challenges.

Just as she stepped outside, the evening air hit her, cool and refreshing. She took a moment to breathe it in, feeling invigorated. Aeta glanced around, taking in the quiet streets of Cobaltvale, the soft glow of lights from nearby shops, and the occasional sound of laughter or conversation drifting through the night.

Her thoughts drifted back to her siblings and their discussions earlier about ways to improve the community. She was determined to keep that momentum going, fostering connections and collaborations that would strengthen Cobaltvale even further. Aeta walked away from Orbit Essentials, her mind racing with ideas about how to encourage even more community involvement in the future.

 

[Charaa]

Aeta soon reunited with her siblings, a satisfied smile on her face as she approached them. "Orbit Essentials is all set,” she informed them, a hint of pride in her voice. “I managed to clear up their system glitch, so they should be able to process everything much more smoothly now.”

Astrid and Vilkas exchanged approving glances, visibly impressed by her initiative and dedication. Astrid nodded, leaning in with a grin. "Nicely done, Aeta. Every little bit helps keep the community running strong."

“Now that you two have checked in with the other ships and facilities,” Aeta continued, “how about we head back to the apartment complex? We could start by checking in on Achilles Slither, the overseer at Obsidian Mine. He’s been with us since the early days, and I think his perspective could be valuable.”

Vilkas raised an eyebrow, thoughtful. “That’s a good idea. Achilles has always been pretty candid with us, and he’s seen first-hand how everything’s grown. His insights could help us understand any subtle issues cropping up that might go unnoticed otherwise.”

Astrid looked intrigued, already thinking ahead. “He’s definitely a key player. Not to mention, he might have a feel for how morale is holding up among the residents, especially those directly involved in mining. They’re vital to our operations, and it’s important we’re supporting them properly.”

The three siblings made their way back toward the apartment complex, their conversation touching on how each business they had visited had its own unique challenges and contributions to the community. As they neared the apartments, they noticed the familiar glow of lights filtering from the windows, a testament to the bustling yet close-knit atmosphere they’d helped foster.

Arriving at Achilles Slither’s door, Aeta knocked lightly. After a moment, the door opened, revealing the overseer himself—a tall, rugged male Separa’shan with a calm, measured gaze that spoke of years of experience. He broke into a warm smile upon seeing the Kurosakis at his doorstep.

“Well, this is quite the visit!” Achilles said with a chuckle. “To what do I owe the honor?”

Astrid stepped forward, her tone friendly but focused. “We’re checking in on the residents and thought we’d start with you, Achilles. You've been here from the start, so we figured you’d have a unique perspective on things.”

Achilles nodded thoughtfully, inviting them inside. “I’d be glad to help however I can. A lot has changed over the years, but I’ll tell you—this place has only grown stronger. Still, there are a few things that could use some attention…”

As they settled in, Aeta took out a datapad, ready to jot down anything Achilles shared. The siblings leaned in, listening intently as he began discussing everything from operational improvements to small tweaks that would benefit the residents’ quality of life. His insights were a blend of practical suggestions and personal anecdotes, each one a reminder of the strong bonds within their community.

Through it all, Aeta, Astrid, and Vilkas exchanged glances, knowing that this was just the beginning of their efforts to deepen the connection they held with Cobaltvale’s residents.

Aeta finished typing out her notes on the datapad before glancing back up at Achilles, her gaze briefly dropping to the coils of his serpentine lower half. She recalled that, as a Naga, his comfort needs might differ from those of other residents. With a thoughtful expression, she asked, “By the way, how’s the apartment been for you and your little ones, comfort-wise? Is everything accommodating enough?”

Achilles tilted his head, considering her question with a slight smile. “Honestly, the apartment has been fairly adaptable. I appreciate the extra space you arranged when we first moved in. As for the kids, they’re adjusting well, though we do have a few small quirks to work around.”

Aeta nodded, intrigued. “Quirks? Anything we could improve?”

Achilles chuckled. “Well, the flooring material can be a bit tricky for those of us who don’t have traditional feet. The surface is durable, but sometimes it lacks enough texture for proper grip, especially when I’m carrying one of the little ones around. And, occasionally, I worry that the lower temperature settings in the building might get a little chilly for them at night.”

Astrid, standing nearby, exchanged a look with Vilkas. “That’s good to know,” she said, already thinking of solutions. “We could talk to facilities about adding textured grip areas in certain parts of your apartment. And maybe add a heating option that would allow you to control the temperature in a way that’s more comfortable for you and the kids.”

Achilles’s face lit up with appreciation. “That would be fantastic. The little ones would love that—it’s always a bit of an adventure trying to find just the right balance for them.”

Aeta made a final note, tapping the datapad with satisfaction. “Thank you, Achilles. We want everyone to feel at home, and hearing this directly helps us make sure we’re doing just that.”

Achilles placed a hand over his heart, nodding in gratitude. “I’m grateful for how much you all care about the details. It’s things like this that make Cobaltvale feel like a true community.”

Aeta reviewed her datapad, scrolling through the list of residents with similar needs to Achilles. She noticed a few more Nagas and other species with unique comfort requirements, including Achilles’s sister, Liraya. With a few quick taps, she sent a detailed message to Facilities, outlining the need for textured flooring and customizable heating options for these residents.

“Alright, I’ve sent Facilities a message about the issues you mentioned,” she said, glancing up at Achilles with a reassuring smile. “I also flagged other residents who might be experiencing the same thing. Your sister Liraya, for example, could benefit from these adjustments as well.”

Achilles’s face lit up. “I can’t thank you enough, Aeta. Knowing that you’re looking out for my family—and others who might face similar challenges—makes a big difference.”

Aeta gave a warm nod. “It’s the least we can do. Cobaltvale was built to be more than just a place to live; we want it to be somewhere everyone feels truly comfortable.” She checked her datapad again, seeing a prompt that Facilities had already received the request and would begin an assessment shortly.

Astrid and Vilkas exchanged an approving glance. “With you leading the charge, I’m sure every detail will be covered,” Astrid said with a smile.

Aeta laughed. “We’ll have this place perfect in no time.”

After some time has passed, Aeta rose from her seat, gathering her datapad with a satisfied look. “Alright, come on, Astrid, Vilkas. We should get going; I’m sure Achilles’s kids will be home soon, and he’ll want to spend time with them.”

Achilles gave them a grateful nod. “Thank you again for taking the time to check in. It really means a lot—to all of us.”

Astrid returned his nod with a warm smile. “Of course. We’re only a message away if you or any of the residents need anything else.”

Vilkas added, “And we’ll make sure Facilities follows through. Don’t hesitate to reach out if anything feels off.”

The three siblings headed toward the door, leaving Achilles with a sense of reassurance. As they made their way down the hallway, they exchanged quiet reflections about the visit.

“It’s good we’re here to personally address these things,” Aeta said. “Hearing concerns directly from residents like Achilles reminds us of why we built Cobaltvale the way we did.”

Astrid nodded in agreement. “Exactly. This is their home, not just another place to work. Everyone deserves to feel fully comfortable here.”

They continued down the corridor, ready to check in with the next resident, each of them feeling the satisfaction of having made a meaningful connection.

After a long evening of visiting with their neighbors, the Kurosaki siblings finally entered their own apartment, closing the door behind them with a collective sigh of satisfaction. They had spent hours hearing directly from each resident in the building, and the conversations, though numerous, had been rewarding.

Aeta flopped onto the couch with a grin, looking relaxed and pleased. “I’m glad we did this,” she said, resting her hands behind her head. “Checking in on everyone today felt… right. Like we’re keeping true to our original goal of building a close-knit community here.”

Astrid chuckled, settling into the armchair across from her. “It’s funny to think of ourselves as residents needing a check-in, too. But you’re right—there’s just us and Sora left on the list. We might need to reach out to her, see how she’s adjusting over in the Yamatai Star Empire.”

Vilkas leaned against the wall, arms crossed thoughtfully. “Good idea. We can’t overlook her, even if she’s halfway across the galaxy.” His tone softened as he added, “And I’m curious to hear if she’s been able to find that sense of belonging there.”

Aeta tapped on her datapad. “I’ll draft a message for Sora. It’ll be good to catch up and maybe even update her on Cobaltvale. I bet she’ll want to know about the changes and the projects we’re working on.” She paused, smiling at her siblings. “And maybe mention a few familiar faces here at the complex.”

Astrid nodded. “Absolutely. She may not be here physically, but her input still matters. We’re family, after all.” She looked around at their apartment, her gaze lingering on the small but cozy details that made it feel like home. “It’s easy to forget sometimes that our role here isn’t just as Guild executives but as residents, too. We’re part of this community just as much as anyone else.”

Vilkas smirked, leaning forward. “And speaking of community, when’s our next dinner night with everyone? After all the feedback we got today, we might as well bring people together to talk and relax.”

Aeta’s eyes lit up. “Yes! We could make it a little celebration of sorts—a way to thank everyone for sharing their thoughts and maybe kick off some of the improvements we talked about. I’ll reach out to Elara to see if she’s willing to help organize.”

With the plans taking shape, the siblings sat back, reflecting on their day and feeling fulfilled by their connections with Cobaltvale’s residents. As they chatted and planned, they each felt a renewed commitment to nurturing the community they had worked so hard to build.

 

[Charaa]

A few days later, Astrid was enjoying a rare day off, lounging in the Kurosaki siblings' shared apartment. The atmosphere was relaxed, the soft hum of air conditioning blending with the faint sound of traffic from outside. She was curled up on the couch with a steaming cup of tea, Vilkas seated in the armchair nearby, the remote in his hand as the evening news played on the screen.

“It was really great meeting the residents in Cobaltvale,” Astrid said with a contented smile, breaking the companionable silence. She looked over at her brother, her expression warm. “Talking to them, hearing their thoughts—it reminded me why we’re doing all of this. I’m really glad we did that review. It felt personal, meaningful.”

Vilkas nodded, his eyes still on the screen but his focus clearly on her words. “It’s one thing to sit in meetings and read reports, but getting out there and actually seeing and hearing people... it makes everything more real. You can’t replace that kind of connection.”

As they continued reflecting on their recent efforts, a commercial began, interrupting the news. The upbeat jingle caught their attention, and Astrid turned her gaze to the screen. A sleek holographic animation showed a shimmering starship docking with a station, transitioning to scenes of vibrant cityscapes and smiling people. The logo for Celestial Aisles, the Merchant-Class Mobile Store project, flashed prominently on the screen.

“Whoa,” Vilkas said, leaning forward. “Looks like Veronica and her team have been busy.”

Astrid’s eyes widened slightly, a pleased smile forming on her lips. “I didn’t expect to see this so soon. They really went all out.”

The commercial showcased the ship’s features: customizable displays, luxurious lounges for potential clients, and cutting-edge drone assistance, including the Echosails advertisement drones projecting interactive holograms. The segment closed with the tagline: “Celestial Aisles: Bringing the Best of the Mining Guild to the Stars.”

When the commercial ended, Vilkas sat back with a low whistle. “That’s impressive. If that doesn’t turn heads, I don’t know what will.”

Astrid chuckled softly. “Veronica has a way of making things pop. It’s like she knows exactly how to capture the spirit of what we’re trying to do.”

Vilkas smirked. “And now we wait to see how the galaxy reacts. Think we’ll get flooded with orders?”

Astrid grinned. “If we do, I’ll call that a successful day off.” The siblings shared a laugh, the sense of accomplishment from their recent endeavors blending seamlessly with their plans for the future.

Astrid leaned forward on the couch, setting her tea down on the table. Her thoughtful expression signaled a shift in the conversation. "But back to the topic," she began, her tone deliberate. "I’ve been thinking—why stop at Cobaltvale? The Mining Guild owns Station Omacron, which we built, and it has a city within it: DracoTown."

Vilkas raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “DracoTown, huh? That’s quite the leap from Cobaltvale. What are you thinking?”

Astrid’s lips curved into a confident smile. “I’m thinking we could do a review there. If Cobaltvale taught us anything, it’s that we gain so much insight by meeting people where they are. DracoTown has its own unique challenges and successes, and as the heart of Station Omacron, it deserves the same attention.”

She paused, her eyes lighting up with an idea. “And I know just the place to start: the visitor’s center. It’s where newcomers get their first impression of the station. If we begin there, we can get a sense of how DracoTown presents itself, and from there, we can branch out to residential zones, markets, and the industrial sectors.”

Vilkas crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair with a grin. “Starting at the visitor’s center, huh? Smart. It’s like taking a snapshot of the whole city’s identity. Plus, we’d get to see what people think of the Mining Guild right as they step into our territory.”

Astrid nodded, her enthusiasm growing. “Exactly. It’s a hub for feedback—tourists, newcomers, and even some long-time residents pass through it. If there’s something off or something we can improve, that’s where we’ll hear about it first.”

Vilkas chuckled. “Looks like you’re already planning this out in your head.”

“Of course I am,” Astrid replied with a playful smirk. “DracoTown’s a shining example of what we can achieve, but there’s always room to make it even better. We’ve set the standard high with Cobaltvale; now, it’s time to show we can replicate that same care and attention on a larger scale.”

Vilkas raised his tea in a toast. “To DracoTown, then. Let’s make it happen.”

Astrid clinked her mug against his with a smile. “To DracoTown.”

The two siblings drank their tea in a comfortable silence, the warm aroma of the brew lingering between them. Setting their glasses down on the table, Vilkas leaned back and stretched his arms before speaking.

"Since we’ll be heading to the Draco Eridanus System to visit DracoTown and the visitor center," he began thoughtfully, "I’ll contact the Second Division captain of the Night Guard. My subordinate should be made aware of our arrival. It’s only proper protocol, and it’ll ensure our safety and coordination while we’re there."

Astrid nodded, her mind already running through the logistics. “Good idea. It’ll help smooth things over with local operations. We want this to feel collaborative, not intrusive.”

Vilkas leaned forward, gesturing slightly. “And I’d recommend you reach out to Orion Omacron, the Branch Head for the Draco Eridanus branch of the Mining Guild. He should also know we’re coming. Not just out of courtesy—he’ll have insights we can use to frame the review.”

Astrid smiled, her respect for Vilkas’s thoroughness evident. “You’re absolutely right. Orion’s been leading the branch with distinction, and his input will be invaluable. I’ll make sure he’s looped in.”

Vilkas tapped his fingers lightly on the arm of the couch. “And one more thing—Aeta. She started the reviews with us in Cobaltvale, and she’ll want to be part of this. Her perspective rounds things out.”

Astrid’s smile grew broader. “Of course. It wouldn’t feel right doing this without her. Aeta brings an energy to these reviews that’s irreplaceable, and she has a knack for spotting issues we might overlook.”

Vilkas grinned. “Exactly. Between the three of us, the Night Guard, and Orion, we’ll have the makings of a comprehensive review team.”

Astrid reached for her datapad, making notes of the key contacts and next steps. “I’ll send messages to Orion and Aeta right after this. Let’s aim to coordinate everyone’s schedules before we lock in a travel date.”

Vilkas leaned back with a satisfied nod. “Sounds like a plan. DracoTown won’t know what hit it.”

 

[Charaa]

Aeta strolled into the apartment, her usual energy filling the room as she stretched her arms above her head. "Oh, sis!" she called out, catching Astrid’s attention before the latter could send her messages. “Veronica sent me a message. She’d like your permission to have the Engineering Corps fabricate gemstones shaped like stars—not actual stars, obviously, but the kind you see in pictures.” Aeta’s tone was light, but her eyes sparkled with curiosity about the request.

Astrid raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Gemstones shaped like stars? I wonder what Veronica has in mind for those. Marketing, maybe?” she mused, filing the idea away for later discussion.

As Aeta turned, she placed a hand on Vilkas’s shoulder with a playful grin. “Hey, Vilkas, keeping out of trouble?” she teased.

Vilkas smirked, leaning back in his chair. “I’m always on my best behavior,” he quipped. “Besides, someone has to balance out all the trouble you bring to the table.”

Aeta chuckled, rolling her eyes. “You wish. Anyway, what are you two scheming about now? I hope it’s not something boring like budget reports.”

Astrid laughed, shaking her head. “Not at all. We were just discussing our next big review project—DracoTown. We’re thinking of starting at the visitor center and working our way through.”

Aeta’s eyes lit up. “DracoTown, huh? Count me in! I’ve been meaning to visit the Draco Eridanus System anyway. Plus, with the three of us on it, we’ll have this review done in no time. And if Veronica gets her star-shaped gemstones, maybe we can bring a few along to brighten up the place,” she added with a wink.

Astrid smiled. “Glad to have you onboard as always, Aeta. Now that you’re here, let’s finalize our plans together. Oh, and about Veronica’s idea—I’ll give her my approval, but I’d love to hear the full context of what she’s planning. Maybe it ties into something bigger.”

Aeta nodded eagerly, already buzzing with excitement. “Perfect. Let’s make this review even better than Cobaltvale!”

Astrid’s fingers moved swiftly over the keypad of her datapad, her message to Orion Omacron precise yet reassuring:

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To: Orion Omacron, Branch Head of the Draco Eridanus Branch

Subject: Upcoming Visit to DracoTown



Dear Orion,

I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to inform you that Aeta, Vilkas, and I will be visiting DracoTown soon. There is no cause for concern; our purpose is purely observational and part of a review process, much like the one recently conducted for Cobaltvale. Please rest assured that this visit is simply to assess and gather feedback for the betterment of the community.

Looking forward to seeing what the Draco Eridanus Branch has been achieving.



Best regards,

Astrid Kurosaki

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With the message sent, Astrid set the pad down and leaned back slightly in her chair. “Message sent to Branch Head Omacron,” she announced, glancing at her siblings. “Now all that’s left is for Vilkas to contact his subordinate, and we need to make arrangements for our travel.”

Vilkas nodded, already pulling out his own communicator. “I’ll handle that now,” he said, his tone professional as he began typing his own message to the Second Division captain of the Night Guard.

Meanwhile, Aeta leaned against the nearby counter, tapping her chin. “Travel arrangements, huh? Are we going on one of the guild’s private ships, or should we take something a little more discreet? If we’re trying to get a feel for DracoTown as it is, maybe blending in might be better.”

Astrid considered this for a moment. “Good point. We’ll need to decide whether to approach this formally or under the radar. Either way, let’s ensure we don’t disrupt daily life there too much. A seamless review is what we’re aiming for.”

Aeta grinned. “And maybe we can sneak in a few surprises—like trying out some of DracoTown’s local specialties. You know, for research purposes,” she teased, earning a small chuckle from Astrid.

Vilkas, still typing, smirked as he overheard. “Always an ulterior motive with you, isn’t there, Aeta?”

“Of course,” she replied with a mock-serious expression. “It’s called multitasking.”

Vilkas laughed as he finished typing a message to his subordinate, and sends the message. So we book passage on one of the transport ships not under our control? I do agree on not disrupting daily life too much. perhaps something under the radar might work, what do you two think?"

Astrid tapped her chin thoughtfully, her gaze shifting between Vilkas and Aeta. "Taking a transport ship not under our control sounds like a smart move," she said, nodding. "It would give us a better sense of what life is like for the everyday traveler. Plus, it keeps things low-key. The fewer people who know about our arrival, the more authentic our observations will be."

Aeta leaned forward, her grin widening. "I like it. A bit of mystery suits us! Besides, it’ll give us a chance to blend in and experience what the residents of DracoTown go through during their commutes or travels. We could even strike up casual conversations with passengers, gather insight without them realizing who we are."

Vilkas chuckled, crossing his arms. "You mean you'd like the chance to hear unfiltered feedback," he teased, earning an exaggerated shrug from Aeta. "But I agree. Subtlety is the way to go. We’ll learn more this way, and it won’t put unnecessary stress on the staff at Visitor’s center knowing we're coming."

Astrid smiled at the exchange. "Alright, it’s settled. I’ll look into booking us passage on a civilian transport ship. Maybe we’ll even hear about any concerns or issues passengers might have before we even reach DracoTown. It’ll be part of the review process."

Aeta leaned back, arms folded. "And let’s not forget to pack light. The last thing we need is to attract attention with a convoy of luggage," she joked.

Astrid shook her head with a smile. "Agreed. Let’s keep it simple and efficient. Once I’ve sorted out our transport, I’ll let you both know the details. In the meantime, let’s finalize anything else we need to prepare before we head out."

Aeta nodded thoughtfully. "Sounds good. I'll double-check with Nyx about that environmental shield idea we were discussing for the residents in Cobaltvale. Maybe we can start implementing some early versions before we head out. It'll be good to have those ready if we find any more issues related to heat or air circulation."

Vilkas leaned back in his chair, looking a bit more serious now. "I’ll also review the current security protocols for DracoTown. It wouldn’t hurt to do a quick check to make sure we’re on the same page with the Night Guard there. I’m sure they’re more than capable, but I want to be sure there are no weak points in case anything unexpected comes up while we're on our visit."

Astrid gave a decisive nod, appreciating her siblings' attention to detail. "Good ideas. I’ll focus on getting our passage arranged and make sure our schedule doesn’t interfere with any ongoing operations. Once that’s sorted, we’ll have everything lined up. We’ll be in and out before anyone realizes we were there."

Aeta smiled, leaning back in her seat with a satisfied look. "I’ll get in touch with Facilities as well, just to make sure any maintenance requests or upgrades are being handled smoothly in both places. I don’t want to miss any potential issues that might have been brought up before we get there."

"Looks like we’re all set then," Vilkas added, standing up. "We’ve got this."

Astrid stood as well, stretching lightly. "Agreed. Let’s wrap up what we can today and get ready to leave tomorrow. We’re on a mission to get the full picture, after all. No stone left unturned."

With that, the siblings moved into their tasks, each handling a part of the preparations that would make their review of DracoTown smooth and effective.

Aeta leaned back in her seat, glancing out the viewport as the Silly Mare glided through space, making its way toward Draco Eridanus. The sight of Pele, the rogue planet drifting against the backdrop of the system, was always awe-inspiring. Its barren, dark surface, swirling with vibrant shades of purple and orange, made it appear both mysterious and alien. Aeta's eyes sparkled with excitement as she overheard a conversation between a young child and their parents nearby.

"Look, Mom, look!" the child exclaimed, pointing excitedly at the massive planet. "Is that a real planet, or is it like one of those space stations?"

The mother chuckled, ruffling the child’s hair. "That’s Pele, sweetheart. It’s a rogue planet—no star, just floating out there in the system. Quite the sight, isn't it?"

Aeta smiled softly, admiring the child’s curiosity. She loved how even something as familiar as the rogue planet could still captivate others. It made her reflect on just how unique the Draco Eridanus system was, filled with wonders like Pele and Prazoa.

Prazoa, the artificial planet, loomed ahead as they approached Station Omacron. Aeta couldn’t help but marvel at its sheer size as it grew closer, a shining beacon of the Mining Guild’s ingenuity. The artificial planet had been constructed to serve as a hub for farming, comerce and residential living. Its surface, covered with sprawling networks of complex structures and towering skyscrapers, was a testament to the Guild’s technical prowess.

"Station Omacron, huh?" Vilkas said beside Aeta, his voice tinged with pride as he too admired the sight outside. "The last time I was here, they were just finishing up the last of the docking ports. Now look at it… massive, efficient, and always buzzing with activity."

Astrid, sitting on the opposite side of the cabin, had a thoughtful expression as she watched the stations and planets grow closer. "It’s always impressive to see how much progress has been made. I’ve heard good things about DracoTown, too—lots of potential for improvement, and we're here to make sure it's on the right track."

Aeta turned back to the window. "It’s been a while since I’ve been here. Every time I come back, I notice something new. Like the way the city lights twinkle in the distance. It feels alive."

The ship slowly started to decelerate as it approached the station. The familiar sights of the Omicron docking rings came into view, massive structures interlocking to create a secure port for ships of all sizes. Aeta knew their arrival was well-anticipated, especially after Astrid's communications with Orion Omacron, the Branch Head overseeing operations here.

"We’ll be landing soon," Aeta said, turning to Astrid and Vilkas. "Once we’re settled, I’ll start with a quick tour of the visitor center and work our way through DracoTown. You two okay with that plan?"

Vilkas nodded. "Sounds like a good starting point. We can check in with the security teams, too, while we’re there."

"Agreed," Astrid replied, standing up and gathering her things. "We’ll make this quick and efficient. A review, yes, but we’re here to help. Let’s see if we can make some immediate changes if necessary."

As the Silly Mare touched down in one of the station's massive docking bays, Aeta, Astrid, and Vilkas made their way off the ship, excited to begin their review and get a closer look at the operations in DracoTown.

 

[Charaa]

The Silly Mare docked securely within the sprawling docking bay of Station Omacron, its engines powering down as the docking ramps slowly extended outward. One by one, the passengers disembarked, each greeted by a member of Station Control who handed them a slip of paper detailing their next destination. Some passengers, like families and employees of various businesses, were directed toward the residential levels, where they could settle in their homes within the station. Others were told to follow the signs toward the Visitor's Center, a central hub for newcomers and tourists alike.

As the Kurosaki Siblings stepped off the ship, the hum of station life immediately enveloped them. The bustling sounds of engineers working on nearby ships, the soft murmur of people talking, and the occasional announcements over the loudspeakers filled the air. Aeta glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings. This wasn’t her first time at Station Omacron, but it was always a bit different with each visit.

A station attendant, dressed in the blue and silver uniform of Station Control, approached them with a warm smile. "Welcome to Station Omacron, Ms. Kurosaki, Mr. Kurosaki, Ms. Kurosaki. Your accommodations have been arranged, but we understand you're here for the Visitor's Center review. Please, allow me to guide you there."

Astrid gave a polite nod and smiled in return. "Thank you. We’re heading to the Visitor’s Center first, yes. The rest can wait until later."

"Of course," the attendant replied with a respectful bow. "Your accommodations are in the residential levels, just as you requested—identical to your home in Cobaltvale, I believe. But for now, follow me, and I'll take you to the Visitor's Center."

Vilkas glanced at his sisters as they followed the attendant down one of the station’s long corridors. "It’s always a little surreal, isn’t it? Seeing the station like this—the same place but so different each time we come."

Aeta grinned. "It’s the nature of these places, isn’t it? Always evolving." She glanced at Astrid. "And we’re here to make sure it evolves in the right direction."

Astrid nodded. "Exactly. If we're to keep up with all the new developments, especially after all the progress made here at Omicron, we need to ensure the visitors have everything they need. The Visitor's Center is key to that."

The attendant led them through a series of well-maintained hallways, passing bustling areas filled with small kiosks, informational screens, and families moving toward their destinations. Soon, they arrived at the Visitor's Center, an impressive open-air hall surrounded by glass walls offering panoramic views of the station and the stars beyond. The center was a mix of modern design and functional space—various interactive maps, digital kiosks, and areas for people to sit and plan their next steps.

Inside, the atmosphere was calm yet vibrant, with visitors milling about, looking at maps, asking questions, or simply sitting and taking in the view of the station’s interiors. It was designed to be a welcoming space for newcomers and travelers, offering information on everything from station amenities to the latest events happening within DracoTown. The area also had a hospitality desk, where employees were available to provide directions and answer any questions.

The attendant paused just inside the entrance and turned to them. "Here we are. If you need anything, please let me know. I’ll leave you to your review."

Astrid stepped forward, taking in the space around her. "Alright, let’s take a look at how this place operates. We’ll need to speak to the staff and get a feel for how well it’s meeting the needs of travelers."

Aeta nodded. "Let’s do a walk-through first, see if there are any immediate concerns. I’m sure it’s running smoothly, but it never hurts to check."

Vilkas crossed his arms, scanning the room. "Sounds like a plan. I’ll speak to a few of the staff and see if I can get any insight into the operational flow."

The three siblings moved deeper into the center, ready to begin their review. They passed a digital kiosk showing a holographic map of DracoTown, highlighting key landmarks, businesses, and residential areas. The center was designed not only to inform but to inspire—a space where people could envision themselves living, working, or visiting.

As they continued their walk through the center, Astrid’s eyes narrowed slightly, taking in every detail—the cleanliness of the space, the accessibility of the information, and the professionalism of the staff. It was important to her that every aspect of the station, and especially the Visitor’s Center, was operating at a high standard.

"Let's take our time," Astrid said, turning to her siblings. "We need to see what’s working well and what could use improvement. This place serves as the first impression of Station Omacron. It needs to be perfect."

As the Kurosaki siblings walked through the Visitor’s Center, they each observed the various aspects in their own way. Astrid, ever the detail-oriented leader, took note of the cleanliness and organization of the space. She observed how the reception desks were manned, how the informational screens were maintained, and how guests interacted with the staff. Her eyes quickly assessed the signage, the seating areas, and the overall atmosphere of the center, mentally comparing it to her vision of a truly welcoming space for both visitors and residents.

Aeta, always more in tune with the people around her, paid close attention to the interactions between the staff and the visitors. She watched the staff as they assisted the incoming groups, helping them navigate the station or providing directions to various districts, including DracoTown. She smiled as she noticed several guests clearly feeling at ease, engaging in conversations and asking for advice. Aeta made mental notes on how visitors seemed to gravitate toward certain areas, like the holographic map kiosk and the small but vibrant lounge space where people could relax or plan their activities. She also noted a few minor issues—like a display screen that appeared to have a glitch, or a seating area that could use a few more chairs to accommodate larger groups.



Vilkas, always keen on logistics and efficiency, took a more analytical approach. He carefully observed how the space flowed, whether people could easily navigate the center, and how quickly staff responded to inquiries. He also checked the operational side of things—whether the facility seemed adequately staffed, and whether the staff appeared well-trained. His sharp eyes caught a few inefficiencies, like a line forming at one of the service counters, causing a slight delay in guests getting their tickets or information. It was a small issue, but one that could be easily remedied by tweaking the flow of traffic or adding an extra staff member to the counter during peak hours.

As part of their review, the siblings also toured one of the Visitor's Center’s guest bedrooms, a space designed to accommodate people who may be staying overnight. The room was small but functional, offering a comfortable bed, basic furnishings, and a view of the station. The decor was minimal but pleasant, and the room seemed to serve its purpose well. Still, Astrid couldn’t help but think it could be made more inviting—a little more personal, with warmer tones or perhaps a few more amenities to make the visitors feel more at home.

"I think this space could use some more personalization," Astrid said as she sat on the edge of the bed, giving the room a critical but thoughtful glance. "Maybe some artwork or cultural pieces that reflect the diversity of Station Omacron. We want visitors to feel connected to this place, not just as temporary guests, but as part of something larger."

Aeta nodded. "I agree. Maybe add some touches that make it feel less like a transit stop and more like a part of the community. And a few more comfortable touches—maybe a lounge area or a small library corner, something to help visitors relax."

Vilkas tapped a finger against his chin. "And what about the accessibility of the rooms? I noticed a few people struggling to find space for their luggage. The room is nice, but it might be a little tight for families or people with a lot of gear. Adding a few more storage options would help, especially for longer stays."

With all their observations in mind, the three siblings eventually decided it was time to head back to DracoTown to discuss their findings. As they left the Visitor's Center, Aeta sent a quick message to the team back at Station Omacron to let them know their review was complete and that they would be heading to their residential apartment to finalize their thoughts.

The Transport Tube system whisked them swiftly through the station's interconnected corridors, and soon, they were arriving at their corporate housing within DracoTown. Their residence was a replica of their apartment back in Cobaltvale, a place that always felt like home, even in the midst of so much hustle and bustle.

Stepping into the apartment, Astrid immediately felt a sense of relief, the familiar surroundings offering a brief moment of calm before the next phase of their visit. She dropped her bag on the couch, immediately moving to the large window to look out at the city of DracoTown, where the glowing lights of the artificial planet, Prazoa, reflected off the sleek, metallic structures of the station.

"Alright," Astrid began, taking a deep breath as she turned to face her siblings. "Let’s go over everything we found."

Aeta flopped down onto the couch, grinning. "It’s a solid foundation, but it could use a bit more warmth, like I said earlier. The staff is great, but a little more personal touch could make it feel less... sterile."

Vilkas leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "I agree. The layout works, but there’s a flow issue at certain points. Maybe a few more kiosks or a better distribution of people would smooth things out. And adding a little more storage to the rooms would definitely help. Especially when families are visiting."

Astrid nodded, making mental notes. "Agreed. And the visitor’s room definitely needs a little something more. A better balance between functionality and comfort. It's a great space, but we could elevate it with just a few simple additions."

Aeta leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "And, of course, we can’t forget about making the Visitor’s Center more of a welcoming hub. Something that feels less like a waiting area and more like an introduction to the culture of Station Omacron. I think a few more interactive experiences or cultural displays could make a huge difference."

"Exactly," Astrid agreed. "I’ll put together a formal report of our findings, and we can send it off to the right people. We’ll also suggest some of these improvements to enhance the experience for future visitors."

The siblings spent the next few hours discussing their thoughts, going over their notes, and finalizing the details of their report. When it was complete, they sent the review off to the Station Omacron Administration. They knew it would take some time to implement changes, but at least now the Visitor's Center would be on its way to becoming a more welcoming and efficient space for the countless visitors passing through DracoTown every day.

With their work for the day done, they settled into their apartment, ready to unwind and recharge for whatever came next on their visit to Station Omacron.

Aeta glanced to the clock "supper time already? why dont we go down and see what Station Omacron's DracoTown has to offer us for food?" She asked her siblings "then we can head back here and get some rest.”

Astrid stretched, glancing at the clock with a surprised look. "Seems like the day got away from us," she said with a chuckle. "But Aeta’s right, it’s time to eat. I’m curious to see what DracoTown has to offer as well."

Vilkas, who had been quietly observing the view outside the window, turned back with a grin. "I’m always up for a good meal. Besides, it’s a great way to get a feel for the local culture. Let’s go check it out."

The siblings grabbed their jackets and headed out of their corporate housing, walking through the streets of DracoTown. As they moved through the station’s city, the sounds of various species and the scent of diverse foods filled the air, heightening their anticipation. DracoTown, being a city built into Station Omacron, had an eclectic mix of culinary offerings, reflecting the wide range of cultures that had settled there.

Aeta led the way, her sharp eyes scanning the nearby restaurants and food stalls. "There’s a lot of variety here," she commented. "I’ve heard good things about the Nebula Bistro—a fusion of traditional Yamataian and Nepleslian cuisine. We could try that."

Astrid raised an eyebrow. "Sounds good. I’ve also heard there’s a great Grill nearby that specializes in local meats. Maybe we can check that out next time."

Vilkas nodded in agreement, his gaze drifting over the nearby eateries. "Why don’t we start with something light? I’m in the mood for something a little more casual tonight."

They decided to stop at a local food hall, a vibrant area filled with food carts, small pop-up stalls, and a few sit-down restaurants. The air was rich with the smells of spices, grilled meats, and baked goods. People from all walks of life wandered from stall to stall, sampling food, chatting, and laughing. It was the perfect way to immerse themselves in the local culture.

Aeta immediately zeroed in on a stall selling Garek Tacos, a dish she had heard of during their journey to DracoTown. The dish was a favorite among locals—crispy fried wraps filled with a savory blend of meats, vegetables, and sauces.

"Let’s start here," Aeta said, pointing to the stall with excitement. "I’ve heard these tacos are amazing."

Astrid grinned. "Perfect choice. Let’s dig in."

The siblings each ordered a few tacos, sampling different flavors—some spicier than others, some with a tangy kick. They took a seat at a nearby bench, enjoying their meal as they people-watched and relaxed after a long day of reviews.

As they ate, Astrid smiled contentedly. "This is just what I needed. A nice, casual meal to end the day."

Vilkas chuckled. "I don’t know if it’s just the food or the company, but this feels pretty perfect."

Aeta nodded, savoring the last bite of her taco. "Agreed. This place has a great vibe. And after today, we deserve a little downtime."

With their appetites satisfied, the siblings made their way back to their apartment in DracoTown, ready to get some much-needed rest. They knew there was still work ahead of them, but for now, they were content, reflecting on a successful review of the Visitor’s Center and their first taste of DracoTown’s vibrant food scene.

As they entered the apartment and settled in for the evening, the soft hum of Station Omacron around them reminded them that they were home—at least for the moment. They were ready to face whatever came next, knowing they had already made a positive impact on the station’s community.

 

[Charaa]

The next morning found Astrid and Vilkas meeting Aeta in the living room area, looking at a map of DracoTown. She was manipulating it, moving the images until she found what she was looking for. The place she seemed to be looking for was NeoGen Labs the cloning facility in the city. "the next place I'd like to review is here. We don't own it, but they are paying the mining Guild to have a space in the city. We've used their facilities before too, with Sora's body, and the clones we'd made from certain pirates, especially Fox Anthro from when we did the shakedown run for the new flag ship for the contingent we sent to join the Motoyoshi Clan in the Kosuke Sector. I figured it couldnt hurt to go talk to the employees of the facility, and see how things are..maybe see if we can watch the process of a clone being made." she said to her siblings.

Vilkas raised an eyebrow as he leaned in closer to the map. "NeoGen Labs, huh? I’ve heard of them. They’ve got a solid reputation, but yeah, if they're paying the Guild for space here, it wouldn't hurt to check on them, especially after all the work we've done with them. Watching the process of a clone being made? That might give us some interesting insight into the process."

Astrid nodded thoughtfully, crossing her arms as she stood beside the table. "I agree. It's important to stay on top of these kinds of things, especially when we’ve had dealings with them. Cloning, especially for sensitive projects like Sora’s body or creating clones for specific missions, has its risks. Seeing the process firsthand could give us more clarity on any improvements or concerns we might not be aware of."

Aeta zoomed in on the map, tapping a location near the facility. "NeoGen Labs is by Med Way Station, close to Dracotown Medical Center. We should visit it during business hours to ensure we’re not disturbing anything. I’ll reach out to their team and let them know we’re coming."

She paused for a moment, her fingers hovering over the controls as she thought about the best approach. "As for the clones they’ve made—especially the ones we’ve worked with—it might also be worth asking about their protocols and safety measures. After all, we’re not just dealing with bodies, but sentient beings. And if we’re considering more clones for future projects, we need to ensure everything’s done ethically and properly."

Vilkas grinned, his usual playful demeanor returning. "Look at you, taking the ethical high ground. Always the diplomat, Aeta." He glanced back at Astrid. "But she's right. It's not just about the quality of the clone; it’s about how they're treated, how they're created, and what’s done with them afterward."

Astrid gave Aeta a proud smile. "Exactly. I’ll send a message to the team over there letting them know we're coming. We should also prep a few questions in advance about their procedures—make sure we're thorough, especially when it comes to any issues that could impact the Guild’s future dealings with them."

Aeta nodded. "I’ll also make sure we schedule a tour and ask if we can observe the cloning process. It could be an invaluable learning opportunity. I’ll get the contact details from the map and reach out to their main point of contact." She quickly started typing into her datapad.

Vilkas, looking at the map again, pointed out another spot nearby. "What about any of the other facilities around here? Might be worth checking out those too while we’re at it—especially the ones that deal with the medical and biological side of things. Could be good for us to get a sense of how those businesses are doing here as well."

Astrid thought for a moment. "I’m sure there are a few other medical and research facilities nearby. After we finish at NeoGen Labs, we can swing by and see how they’re doing. We’ll keep it flexible and take it one step at a time. But for now, let's focus on NeoGen. We should head out in the next hour to make sure we get a good chunk of the day there."

Aeta finished sending a message to the NeoGen Labs contact and turned back to her siblings. "Message sent. They’ve agreed to let us visit and observe. We’re good to go."

Astrid smiled, the plans taking shape. "Alright, let’s go see how they’re doing. If we find anything that could improve their processes or that we need to address, we’ll take note of it. We're doing this to ensure we're supporting ethical operations, not just the bottom line."

With that, the siblings made final preparations before leaving their residence and heading out for their visit to NeoGen Labs. As they walked toward their destination, they couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose and responsibility, knowing that the review they were doing wasn’t just about assessing facilities—it was about making sure everything was running smoothly and ethically for the Guild and its people.

The receptionist looked up from her console, blinking in surprise before quickly straightening up and offering a warm smile. "Good morning, Miss Kurosaki, Miss Kurosaki, and Supreme Commander. Yes, we were expecting you. Please, follow me." She motioned for them to follow her as she rose from her desk and led them past the sleek, clean-lined decor of the waiting area, which was dotted with various models of biotechnological devices and machines.

The hallways of NeoGen Labs were pristine, with smooth metallic floors and walls adorned with bright, yet calming lighting. There was a faint hum of machinery in the background, which gave the place an almost sterile, clinical atmosphere, but not in an unpleasant way. It felt advanced, efficient, and precise.

As they walked down the corridor, Aeta couldn't help but observe the various pieces of technology, her mind racing with the possibilities of what they might encounter inside. "This place really has a professional atmosphere," she said, her voice low, more to herself than anyone else. "I wonder how much of this is state-of-the-art, and how much is just advanced versions of what we’ve seen before."

Astrid nodded, her expression thoughtful. "They’ve been in the business for years, and with the kind of clones we’ve seen from them, I’d say they’re at the top of their game. But I’m curious about their protocols, especially after the issues we've had with certain projects. If there are any improvements we can suggest, it’ll be important to get that feedback directly from them."

Vilkas, ever the casual observer, leaned in slightly toward Aeta with a grin. "You’ve been thinking about the ethics of it all, haven’t you? You’re probably already planning how you’ll bring that up in conversation."

Aeta gave him a teasing glance. "You know me too well."

The receptionist led them into a secure area, where the doors to the main facilities were controlled with biometric scanners. "This way, please," she said, and with a quick scan, the door slid open. The siblings stepped into a well-lit, expansive room that looked like a mix between a high-tech lab and a research facility. Various stations lined the walls, each dedicated to a specific aspect of the cloning process.

Behind the reception desk in this section, a tall, middle-aged woman with dark hair and a lab coat stepped forward. She extended a hand toward Astrid. "Good morning. I’m Dr. Julia Maris, the lead supervisor of this facility. Welcome to NeoGen Labs. I understand you’re here for a review?"

Astrid took the woman’s hand with a firm handshake. "That’s correct. Thank you for taking the time to meet with us, Dr. Maris. We’re here to learn more about your operations, particularly how the cloning process is managed here and any improvements we can suggest from our side."

Dr. Maris smiled and motioned for them to follow her further into the facility. "Of course. We take great pride in our work here, and we’re always open to feedback, especially when it comes from the Guild. As you know, we’ve had a long partnership with the Mining Guild, and we value the trust you’ve placed in us."

Aeta raised an eyebrow. "We’ve worked with you on a number of projects, from Sora’s body to the clones made for the Colonial Initiative. I’ve seen some of your results firsthand, and they’re impressive. But we'd like to understand the full scope of your operations and make sure everything is as ethically sound as it should be."

Dr. Maris led them to a large observation window that overlooked a series of tanks. Inside, the tanks held several growing clones, suspended in fluid, with their vitals monitored by various systems. "We start with a base genetic template, which we modify based on the needs of our clients. From there, we cultivate the clones in our incubation units. The genetic modifications are done carefully, to ensure that they’re healthy, stable, and compatible with the intended purpose."

Astrid nodded, her eyes scanning the room. "I see. What about the more complex cases, like when you’re asked to create clones for specific missions or circumstances?"

Dr. Maris walked over to a nearby console and tapped a few buttons. A screen appeared, showing the detailed vitals and genetic composition of a clone in development. "For specialized requests, we use a more advanced process, tailoring the clone's physical and mental traits to the specifications provided. For example, if a client requires a clone with heightened intelligence, specific physiological traits, or even certain emotional capacities, we modify the genetic code accordingly. However, these are more intricate processes and require significantly more time and resources to ensure their success."

Vilkas folded his arms, looking down at the screen. "How do you ensure their well-being once they’re ‘created’? Are there any measures in place to handle potential issues, like psychological effects or unexpected outcomes?"

Dr. Maris hesitated slightly but then nodded. "Yes, we take several steps to ensure that the clones are well cared for. Each clone undergoes psychological and physiological evaluations throughout their development, and we ensure that they have a stable support system once they are fully matured. After all, creating sentient beings comes with a great deal of responsibility, and we make every effort to provide the best care possible. We also offer post-creation services to address any challenges they might face once they’re integrated into society."

Aeta looked around at the various cloning units before turning back to Dr. Maris. "I’m glad to hear that. The well-being of the clones should always be a priority, especially if they’re going to have an active role in any future projects or missions. One thing we’ve noticed in our past dealings is the importance of a smooth integration process. What systems do you have in place for clones transitioning into active roles, especially those who might have issues adapting to their new environments?"

Dr. Maris smiled again, clearly prepared for this question. "We have an integration program that helps them adjust to the demands of their new lives. Some clones may face difficulties in their early stages, especially if they are created for a very specific purpose. We offer psychological counseling, physical training, and a gradual transition into more demanding roles. It’s a comprehensive approach, designed to ensure that they can function at their best."

Astrid nodded, pleased with the thoroughness of the responses. "This all sounds promising. As you know, the Mining Guild places a great deal of importance on ethical practices, and we want to make sure that’s maintained across all partnerships. This review will help us ensure that everything is up to our standards, but it also gives us a better understanding of how we can support you in your continued work."

Vilkas chimed in. "And, of course, if you ever need anything from the Guild—whether it's resources, additional research, or even just a sounding board—we’re here to help."

Dr. Maris seemed relieved at the support. "Thank you. We value our relationship with the Guild, and we’re always looking for ways to improve. If there’s anything more you’d like to see or any other questions, don’t hesitate to let us know."

Aeta exchanged a glance with her siblings. "Actually, one last thing. Could we observe a cloning process in real-time? We’d like to see how it all works in practice, from start to finish, so we can better understand any challenges that might arise."

Dr. Maris nodded. "Certainly. I’ll arrange for you to observe one of our active projects. It should give you a good sense of how we operate. I’ll have one of our senior staff guide you through the process."

As they walked toward the observation room, Aeta, Astrid, and Vilkas exchanged thoughtful glances. This visit was proving invaluable—not only were they gaining insight into NeoGen Labs' operations, but they were also reaffirming the importance of ensuring that the clones created here were treated ethically and with respect. This review was more than just a formality—it was a vital part of maintaining trust and accountability within the Guild's operations.

 

[Charaa]

Dr. Maris led the siblings into the observation room, where the sterile environment reflected the advanced technology at work in NeoGen Labs. She gestured toward a series of large, cylindrical bio-tanks lined up in the center of the room, each filled with a glowing, translucent liquid. "This is where the process begins," she explained, pointing toward the first tank. "DNA extraction is the first step. We gather the necessary samples from our vault, which holds a range of genetic materials—both historical and more recent—that have been carefully cataloged and verified."

A display on the wall above the tanks flashed an image of a complex molecular structure. "Before we use any sample, we run a thorough verification to ensure its integrity. We also trace its origin to confirm it is compatible with our procedures and legal standards. Once verified, the sample is processed and prepared for cloning. This ensures that the genetic material we use is viable and suitable for the clone we intend to create."

Astrid took a mental note of the thoroughness of the process. "So, you have a vault that holds all these genetic samples? I assume it's highly secure, given the sensitivity of the material."

Dr. Maris nodded. "Yes, it's heavily protected. Only authorized personnel can access the vault, and the samples are encrypted to ensure they remain secure. We're meticulous about maintaining the privacy and safety of the genetic data we store."

Aeta looked up at the tanks, intrigued. "How many clones do you typically have in the incubation stage at once? Is there a limit to the number you can create simultaneously?"

"That varies," Dr. Maris replied, gesturing to the tanks. "Right now, we have several ongoing projects, but we're able to scale our operations depending on demand. With the proper resources, we can maintain and grow our incubation units. However, each clone requires careful monitoring, so we must ensure our staffing levels and technology are sufficient for the task."

She then motioned to the next stage of the process. "Once the DNA is processed and verified, we move on to the bio-tank incubation. The gestation process takes place here. The tank maintains a controlled environment for the clone, allowing for accelerated growth when necessary."

Vilkas leaned in closer, examining the tanks. "So the gestation process is accelerated, but how do you monitor the health of the clone throughout this phase?"

Dr. Maris turned to the screen, where a series of real-time vitals and genetic readings were displayed. "We use advanced sensors to monitor the clone's vitals continuously. Heart rate, brain activity, and organ development are tracked through the incubation period. If there are any irregularities, we have automated systems that alert our team immediately, and we can adjust conditions inside the tank to stabilize the clone."

Aeta raised an eyebrow. "And you said for some clones, you let them out as infants for families?"



"Correct," Dr. Maris confirmed. "For families or personal clients who request more organic clones, we allow the gestation process to take its natural course. The clones are born as infants and then raised in a nurturing environment, ensuring a more traditional development path."

Astrid gave a thoughtful nod. "That makes sense. But what about clones for more specialized purposes, like the one you mentioned earlier—one for the Guild's AI?"

Dr. Maris smiled slightly. "Ah, yes. That’s one of our ongoing projects. In cases where accelerated growth is necessary—such as with our Guild request for an AI body—we modify the process. This clone, for instance, will reach full physical maturity much faster than the others. Within a matter of weeks, it will be prepared to house the consciousness of an artificial intelligence. It's a different path, but the clone will be fully functional, able to support the advanced neural integration that will follow."

Aeta watched with keen interest, absorbing the details. "That’s impressive. You’re essentially creating a new host body for an AI?"

"Exactly," Dr. Maris replied. "The clone will have the physical capabilities required for the AI to interact with the world. It’s a delicate process, as we have to ensure the clone's body is compatible with the AI's neural patterns. But we’ve successfully done it before, and the results have been satisfactory."

Vilkas glanced over at his sisters. "That's a lot of responsibility, managing the physical and mental development of these clones. How do you ensure they adapt once they're out of the tank and begin interacting with society?"

Dr. Maris’s expression shifted to one of determination. "Once the clone reaches maturity—whether it's a rapid or natural process—we integrate them slowly into society. If they're intended for military, medical, or research purposes, we carefully tailor their skills and personality traits to fit those needs. For others, we have a transition program to help them adjust, both mentally and socially. It's a careful balance of science and compassion."

Aeta nodded, clearly satisfied with the level of detail. "I can see that a lot of thought goes into their development, and it’s clear you care about their well-being. But what about ethical concerns? We’re dealing with sentient beings here, after all. How do you ensure they are respected once they reach adulthood?"

Dr. Maris's demeanor softened, her voice taking on a more thoughtful tone. "That’s the core of what we do. Clones, though artificially created, are still individuals. We make sure they have the support they need, both physically and emotionally. Our staff is trained to be sensitive to their needs, and we encourage them to make choices about their future, rather than simply using them as tools. Ethical treatment is something we prioritize, and we take great care to ensure that each clone is given the respect they deserve as a living, conscious being."

Astrid smiled in approval. "That’s reassuring to hear. It’s good to know that the Guild’s partnership with NeoGen is not just about results, but also about maintaining the integrity of the beings you're creating."

Dr. Maris gave a respectful nod. "Thank you. We value the Guild’s standards and work to uphold them, in both our technical processes and in our ethical commitments."

As they stood watching the process unfold in front of them, the siblings reflected on the scale and responsibility involved in creating sentient beings. While the technology was advanced and impressive, the most important takeaway was the facility’s focus on ethical treatment and respect for the clones they created.

Aeta turned to Dr. Maris with a satisfied look. "I appreciate the detailed tour, Dr. Maris. This gives us a lot to work with in terms of understanding your operations. We’ll be sure to provide our feedback soon."

"I look forward to it," Dr. Maris replied, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Please don’t hesitate to reach out if you have any further questions. We’re always open to suggestions and improvements."