It was like an out-of-body experience. It felt weird to look down and see his two Action V transports. He was so used to being actually in one of the
transports in the convoy. Now Vladimir was sitting in the pilot's seat of his brand-new YT-2000. He christened it the "Hodegeo," which meant
"Guide" in his home-planet's language. A guide it was, considering he bought the ship with the specific purpose of watching over his transports.
It made him feel much safer to be in a separate ship that could escape easily in the event of an ambush.
The convoy approached the dusty, desolate, out-of-the-way planet that housed his mining facility. The three ships entered the thin atmosphere with no problems, and touched down in the hangar bay on the platform in the same manner. The biggest issue was that all three of the ships made for a bit of a squeeze in the confined space.
Now, once again, doors opened and a swarm of labor droids materialized. A few were programed to be mechanics. They would touch up the ships during the few hour's wait. They would perform ship hull and systems repair, refueling, etc. The majority of the droids, however, would load crate after crate of precious ore from the cargo turbolifts onto the transports.
The first half -the easy half- of the shipping process was almost over. All that Vladmir could do now was wait.
The convoy approached the dusty, desolate, out-of-the-way planet that housed his mining facility. The three ships entered the thin atmosphere with no problems, and touched down in the hangar bay on the platform in the same manner. The biggest issue was that all three of the ships made for a bit of a squeeze in the confined space.
Now, once again, doors opened and a swarm of labor droids materialized. A few were programed to be mechanics. They would touch up the ships during the few hour's wait. They would perform ship hull and systems repair, refueling, etc. The majority of the droids, however, would load crate after crate of precious ore from the cargo turbolifts onto the transports.
The first half -the easy half- of the shipping process was almost over. All that Vladmir could do now was wait.
