Marshalling the Fleet

Plumb is stood on the upper docking gantry of his large private hangar, holding a datapad under one arm. Sprawled across the hangar are numerous starships of varying classes, all in varying states of readiness. Unassembled starship components are piled high aboard grav lifts floating in the zero gravity, while assembly drones can be seen moving weapons and modules from a hidden storage area to the various ships. His carrier, too large to be docked within the station, is moored to an external docking sleeve underneath the station and thus out of sight. The camera drone is positioned above the gantry, looking over his shoulder into the bay beyond.

‘Personal Log, 14th August 111 YC. River returned earlier this week with a veritable treasure trove of modules and material, stashed in Daras of all places. Among the more valuable items are a Rook class Combat Recon Ship, and a raven battleship, the same ship that i flew in the battle of 1IX against the Razor alliance and destroyed Shizah's Erebus class Titan in.’

He pauses, looking out again over his hangar. A maintenance drone flies low over the gantry with a mass of cabling and electro circuitry clutched in it’s holding claws. The drone arks away towards a ship of Caldari design in the forefront of the hangar, slowing as it approaches. Plumb looks down at the ship, smiling slightly.

‘I recently constructed a Tengu class Strategic Assault Cruiser, modified for covert operations. It is a brilliant piece of engineering, far superior to any battleship I have ever flown. I have yet to take her into combat properly, although that will soon change. I believe that-‘

He is interrupted by the sound of footsteps clanging heavily on the gantry somewhere off screen. He turns in the direction of the footsteps, an unusually warm smile spreading across his face. A young Khanid woman appears on screen dressed in loose fitting overalls. She wears her long brown hair loose, flowing over her shoulders and down the small of her back.

‘Ah, River. Thank you very much for making the journey to Daras. In all honesty id forgotten I had all that stuff lying around’ The woman smiles and walks over to the edge of the gantry, leaning forward against the safety rail and looking out across the hangar

‘Oh don’t thank me, it is my job after all!’
She smiles again, resting a hand on Plumb’s arm.

‘So, how many ships do you have here now?’
Plumb cocks his head to one side, laughing slightly as he does so.

‘Its certainly an impressive fleet, at last count worth approximately 3 billion isk'
A list of ships appear on the screen, with types varying from Frigate to his flagship, the Silent Angel.

Plumb takes one last look out across the bay before taking his hands off the rail and offering his arm to the woman.

‘Enough sightseeing for today. Shall we?’

She takes his arm and they walk off screen, the camera drone deactivating soon after.