[Scene: The Galley – Miss Fortune, Jokotre Highport]
The lights dim automatically as LC steps into the center of the galley. The hum of the ship is faint beneath the low crackle of a holo-emitter warming up. A pair of wire-framed projectors flicker to life in the overhead, casting twin rotating spheres of rugged planetary surfaces into the center of the room—each spinning slowly in golden-blue relief.
LC Rains, tablet in hand, taps the screen. Labels flash into view: Nadrin and Dojodo.
"Alright, crew. I’ve got two entries worth our attention—frontier worlds with quiet ports and looser rules. Before we make the call on our next heading, I want everyone clear on what’s on the table."
He gestures to the first display. The dusty surface of Nadrin looms, with red-highlighted text appearing beside it:
D420203-7 – Type D Starport – Very Thin Atmo – Desert World – Law Level 3 – Pop: Negligible.
"Nadrin. D-class port, so nothing fancy—think fuel drums and maybe a landing beacon that works on odd days. Desert world, low pop, and not much oversight. Law level’s a mild 3. Enough to discourage riot grenades, but not much else."
"It’s the kind of place where Jokotre blades—especially hand-forged—sell well. Functional, symbolic, and rare. With the right pitch, we’d own the market."
He swipes across to the second display—Dojodo, colder and bleaker, its ice-capped terrain spinning slowly under a pale light.
C512311-7 – Type C Starport – Ice-Capped – Law Level 1 – Pop: Sparse.
"Dojodo’s got a better starport and nearly no laws. You could land with a dueling sabre on your belt and no one would raise an eyebrow. Same as Nadrin—low population, isolated, and self-reliant. Our blades would sell here as necessity, not ornament."
He gestures to both planets.
"Two worlds, two different markets—both far enough off the main lanes that competition’s light. But let’s not pretend we’re not working a narrow margin here. No bulk buyers. No hand-holding from a central port authority."
LC looks toward the crew, eyes settling on Bronz.
"Bronz—you mentioned these quieter runs before. You see either of these worlds lining up with the kind of port traffic we can actually turn into credits?"
Then to Tharrok.
"Tharrok, you've got a feel for places that live off instinct and practicality. Nadrin or Dojodo—where would you trust to offload sharp steel and not come up with regrets?"
He then turns to Decherrek the Drone.
"Okay PhD candidate, what do you think? Or do you have other ideas?"
He steps back from the holo as both spheres spin gently, casting icy and sandy light across the faces around the table.
"I want options, not just consensus. If either of these worlds is going to be our next jump, I want to be sure we’re not just chasing shadows or frozen terrain. So—thoughts?...Tamm? Said-Ma?..what about you Leilani?"
