“Tsk tsk tsk” Clarissa sounded with a grin, waving her finger at him disapprovingly, “Do you think so little of me? Of course, I have a plan..” she continued re-affirming the position of her spectacles up the bridge of her nose. “Project Artemis is a final goal for us to work towards. In theory it will allow us to directly influence the geothermal activity in a planets core by direct contact” Clarissa stated shortly, “you mean…” a voice from earlier cropped up, “Yes” the CEO confirmed, continuing to speak in grandiose “This machine will make all of our work 100% self sustaining, by interfacing with planets cores directly we can generate the final elusive piece of stable planetary conditions..” she finalised before ending that sentence. “A stable magntic field..” one department head stated in awe, Clarissa hit the desk twice with the flat of her hand and then gestured towards the hologram, “This is literally the pen god uses to write the universe”, “are you implying that we are to become akin to Gods.. Ms Carrington?” A man asked to the right of her, causing a evil grin to form momentarily “perhaps, but there are still a few issues with the project right now, the most glaring of which…” she nodded to her PA who pressed a button a second hologram of a Dunkirk Battleship appeared next to the Artemis project, this caused quite a stir in the room as the machine was larger than bretonia’s largest combat vessel, “..is its size..” she finished briefly before continuing so nobody could interrupt, “it still needs a lot of work even now, and wont be ready for trial any time soon” Clarissa grinned evily, turning she gave her PA a nod and the hologram vanished from the center of the table.
“to answer your question Mr Caldwell, we currently can not fund this project any more than it is currently, which is bare bones at best, our corporation is too far from the hearts of the people, sure we did a dirty terraform of Sprague, but its just a mud ball out in the middle of a pirate infested wasteland” she paused taking a sip of water, “simply put we have no identity, our fleet is a rag tag amalgamation of any ship we could find still kicking to haul things from one place to another. And 90% of them aren’t bretonian in origin” Clarissa paused momentarily to let that sink in, pushing up her glasses, “So we will start climbing back into the public eye and into the hearts of the Cabinate Ministers by buying into bretonian produced hardware, we have the funds to do so” the CEO finished sitting back confidently. “and after their hearts we will climb into their wallets.”
“But bretonian hardware in such times is getting increasingly expensive, the CTE line works just as well if not better, there is n-“ a department head stated factually before he was interupted by the CEO, Clarissa looked at her nails for a moment before looking into his eyes, “the point of buying bretonian hardware is to support the bretonian economy in this time of need, as somebody already stated, we cant expect to get anything out of the economy in these times without putting anything into it to start with.” She sighed. “a full fleet of bretonian ships will be a good show of faith that we may be on the fringes of Bretonia, but we are now a proud and patriotic corporation, do you know how much the royalists and ministers eat that up? It’s a veritable geyser of money just waiting for us to tap it. Bowex have been riding that train for hundreds of years, the old CEO was too stubborn to follow suit… I have no such ideals. I want that money, and I will get it. Clarissa said bluntly waiting for any further comments.
