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[FONT="courier new”] 襲来重工業 CORPORATE HEADQUARTERS
ERIDANI PRIME, EPSILON ERIDANI, CORE WORLDS
1624 UTC, JANUARY 6, 0005AE [/font]
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Each member of the board had presented news relevant to their particular aspect of corporate operations in turn. Director of Nanotechnology Daniel Archer's news was little better than the rest: "The nanofoundries are still shot, literally and figuratively; we've made almost zero progress given the effects of both the Scourge and the self-destruct mechanisms."
There was a rumble of conversation and muttering across the table. Progress since the termination of the "Scourge" on Eridani Prime had been slow. The battle had been terribly costly and it had only been due to the supplies of armaments stockpiled in the orbital warehouses that it had been repulsed at all. It had been a wake-up call for the board; approximately half of the current department directors had been appointed in the past year, the rest having died in the fighting or associated accidents. The Scourge itself had not been combat-capable so much as capable of manipulating existing equipment. In that regard, Shuurai's stockpiles of weaponry had also been to its disadvantage, as it had wound up fighting much of its own equipment, a chief cause for the casualties. The nanofoundries of which Archer spoke in particular had activated their self-destruct sequences upon being contaminated. Shuurai fail-safes were thorough to be sure: there was little left to rebuild.
CEO Tsukuda sat at the head of the table with a perpetual scowl at the news. It was bad. It had been bad for years. He was growing tired of it. Profitability was obviously down. Markets were non-existent. Shuurai was a weapons company, not a government body. Yet here he was, having to deal with these ungrateful survivors. And now, of all things,
cat-people. Like some story out of the archaic
manga he had read as a boy. It was ridiculous. Was some
Space Princess going to next enter their system claiming sovereignity over all humanity? Perhaps they should build feline-formed robots that combined to form a giant humanoid mecha to defend themselves in anticipation...
His demeanor, as it appeared to his subordinates, was not helped by the long scar on one of his cheeks, gained during a rough forced aerodyne landing during the initial Scourge outbreak. Combined with his red hair and scowl it gave him all the appearance of an ancient Yakuza gangster. With the state of affairs today, maybe there were still some of
them too, somewhere out there. Nobody knew.
Tsukuda wasn't listening to Archer's report, but instead staring at some vague point on—nay,
through—the desk. He tapped his holopen impatiently upon the duralloy surface of the table before at last slamming a fist on the table. "Enough," he exclaimed, adding "Who has something positive to report?"
There was silence. The board members eyed one-another. After moments of deafening quiet, Merle Sterling, Director of Research and Development cleared her throat and intoned "We have made remarkable progress in regaining basic equipment from salvaged battle units throughout the system now that it's fully secure, although locating intact... specimens... is difficult..."
She trailed off, the inflection in her voice betraying apparent perturbation at some of the things seen in the wake of the event. The eleven other board members and the CEO turned their attention on her. She was a somewhat meek woman of lithe frame and possessed of soft blue eyes behind large black-rimmed glasses and dark auburn hair. She spoke infrequently. To Tsukuda at least, she had always been a mystery; her ability was obvious but how she had risen to the position of the board often perplexed him, despite the fact he himself had ultimately appointed her. She was demure and soft-spoken, and why she continued to use glasses when so many other options presented themselves was beyond him. But she had good news, and at this moment, that was all he really cared about.
"What sort of capabilities are you talking about," he asked, measuring his tone evenly. She glanced his way uneasily before pushing her glasses up and pulling out a holoprojector and setting it on the desk. It immediately uplinked with the central projector in the desk and began displaying readouts and schematics. It was difficult to perceive without full synesthesia and only limited throughput from Helper AIs, but just barely manageable. She replied, "We've managed to recover full-functionality in all basic hard-sciences fields except our Biotech Department, although due to almost universal combat damage offensive and defensive systems are proving difficult to salvage..."
Shuurai had never been big on bioweapons. They were messy and hard to control—as evidenced by the Scourge itself. The largest catastrophe in human history, just because some idiot didn't know how to compile nano-assembler code properly. What stupidity. Einstein had been more right than he had imagined.
Another voice, deep and masculine, spoke up. Jirai Ericsson, Director of Production, stated "We have also finally regained full basic functionality of our assembly lines, although more advanced products still remain out of our industrial capacity; we have regained basic function on Eridani Prime and its orbital assembly networks, and some of the outer planets, but Secundus and Tertius are still a mess..."
"Do we have the shipyard or defensive network working yet," asked Tsukuda. Ericsson nodded his head before replying "We have managed to restore operation of both over the past year. Both are somewhat patchy but given time we can bring them up to functionality like new."
Tsukuda swept his eyes over the table. He reached up and stroked a hand along the scar on his cheek almost subconsciously; it still bothered him after the years. "Are there any other matters the board wishes to discuss?"
A hand came up down the table. All eyes turned. It was Sterling again. "Sir, if I may... might it not be prudent to switch to a new calendar system?... Given the events of the past years, it would seem logical..."
Tsukuda tilted his head to one side and quirked an eyebrow "And what would you suggest?"
She looked downward for a moment before lifting her gaze back up and looking his way "Although After Scourge would be appropriate, as it was not the only defining factor... that is, since so much more was involved... it could only be described as... an Event."
Tsukuda tapped his holopen on the table. There was again silence. After Event. How terribly bland. How perfectly inadequate to explain everything they had all been through. How deliciously ironic. He savored it for a moment before glancing to either side before pushing his chair back and rising, saying almost on a whim "Very well, let it from here forward be 0005 After Event in all documents. With that, this meeting is adjourned. Human Resources, I want some damn opinions on how to control these...
people and force them to understand the new order of things on my desk by this weekend. That is all."