Phase 1: Surakari Minor Victory

“Of course the engine cooling system production has slowed significantly. We have never kept much inventory of the raw materials here,” the factory manager sighed as she read over the message from Caldera.

“What’s exactly the complaint about this time?” the accountant inquired.

“The ship master from Caldera is complaining about how he can’t meet his quota of warship production because we can’t meet our quota for producing the engine cooling systems.”

The factory manager rose from her seat, glared out the window and across the frozen landscape of Albion Eight.

She continued, “The shipments of mineral resources from Kaylynn Six have dropped 75% since the Surakari attacked it. I haven’t even checked today to see if we even control the planet.”

“The ship master is going to want an answer,” the account calmly stated, “I ran the numbers and if we lose this contract, then no one is going to be happy.”

“Losing the contact is what you are worried about? Two neighboring systems are under siege from a race of insects. I would be worried more about losing this planet.”The factory manager ran her hand down the back of her head and neck, navigating the contours of the Heragul muscular structure.

“I have an answer for them. One Caldera will certainly understand,” the factory manager responded, “Send warships…Like you promised to do.”