ADMIRAL JAMES A. ALPHAN, ALPHA CENTAURI DEFENSE-FLEET
Less Than Perfect…
Vwooo, vwoo, vwoo… Darn it all, those stupid alert claxons! Probably just another drill thought Admiral James A. Alphan. Nonetheless, he quickly put down his book and pressed the comm. button on the wall of his quarters. “Admiral to bridge, what is going on?”
“Admiral, this is Sub-commander Alfonso Hartilik. Sensors are picking up an Earth vessel entering the system.” What!? We haven’t had any out-system visitors since the last Terran-Built factory closed 200 years ago!
“This is the admiral. Bring all weapons systems online and hail the Earth ship. I am coming to the bridge.”
“Aye, sir, Hartilik out.”
On the Bridge…
As the turbo-lift doors opened in front of the Admiral Sub-commander Hartilik turned towards the Admiral. “Sir, they have not responded to our hails.”
“Open a channel, all frequencies.” demanded the Admiral.
“Channel open.” reported an Ensign.
“This is Admiral James A. Alphan of the Alpha Centaurian Ship (ACS) Border Watch. You have entered Alpha Centaurian Space. Identify yourselves and your vessel. Respond.”
“Sir,” exclaimed the Ensign, “We are receiving a signal, audio and visual.”
“On screen.” the Admiral ordered.
A face appeared on the view-screen. Whoever he was, he was tall and a human male. He said, “I am Captain George Wallabe of the Wallabe Freight Ship (WFS) Free Market. I am on a mission to open up trade between United Earth and the Republic of Alpha Centauri, assuming it still exists.”
“Hello, captain. I am Admiral Alphan of the ACS Border Watch. We will escort you to Alpha Centauri. There you will be handed over to the government. By the way, I was wondering, do you have a Histo-base aboard your vessel?”
“Yes, in fact we do. Why do you ask?”
“I was wondering if we might be able to exchange histories on the way to Alpha Centauri.”
“I am sorry Admiral, I can’t do that. Wallabe out.”
Why can’t he share Histo-bases? What is he hiding? “Sub-commander, I want that ship scanned down to the last little atom. I want to know what they are carrying, how much, and what they had for breakfast, understood?”
One Day Later on Alpha Centauri…
“Welcome to the Grand Hall of Councilors, Captain and Admiral. I am councilor Jakson Ankilles, representing the Calocta Province and Speaker for the Council. And this is the Council.”
Dang bueracrats!, thought Alphan, They have to make everything a long and drawn out procedure. “Thank you Council, this is Captain George Wallabe of the WFS Free Market. He requested permission to begin trading with the Republic of Alpha Centauri. I scanned his vessel and he appears to be carrying 18 Standard Tons of Dilithium Ore and domestic supplies. As I am sure the Council is aware of, in the Two Alliances Era Dilithium was used to generate massive amounts of power. I will now yield the floor to Captain Wallabe”
“Thank you Admiral, and special thanks to the council for seeing me. I, as you have already been told, wish to open a trade route from Earth to Alpha Centauri. I and my colleagues on Earth have large amounts of raw Dilithium ore. We do not however, have a place to build a refinery. Earth is overpopulated and almost all space is used to grow crops. I wish to propose that my company, Wallabe Freight, be allowed to build refineries on Alpha Centauri. If we are allowed to do so our company headquarters would move from Earth to Alpha Centauri. This would bring this planet a large amount of income and more jobs. We would then trade about one half of the refined Dilithium to Earth. The rest would be sold on Alpha Centauri. Thank you for your time.”
Admiral Alphan silently waited for the Council to finish debating. He hoped that they would choose to allow the new trade. It would help everybody. Also, he would definitely go as a passenger on one of the freighters, if that was allowed. He wanted to see Earth, the legendary home of humanity.
Then, quiet descended upon the Hall. Councilor Ankilles stood up. The air was filled with anticipation. He raised the microphone to his mouth and said, “The motion to allow one Captain George Wallabe to establish a business on Alpha Centauri has,” everyone was holding their breath, waiting for an answer, “PASSED!”
Cheers erupted throughout the Hall, and in that moment the Admiral realized that a whole new age had begun. The Time of Revival was beginning!
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