Saving the Soul of a Ship

[Lionheart523]

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The last curl of smoke evaporated slowly and Theobald looked after it, transfixed. Then he extinguished the small, glowing remains of the cigar and poured the remaining drops of vodka into his glass.
“Alright Ian,” he said and looked up to his friend, “then lets talk business.” He drained the last shot and put down the glass with a bit of a thud.
“I will organize Orbital’s barge to park outside of the debris field, so it can receive the wreck. With this, we can move everything in one go. It might appear to be slow, but it will be faster than organizing and moving a convoy. And the larger parts are only needed to be cut down to a size manageable by your Salvagers. Do you think we might need a few transports from the debris field to its edge for the smaller parts? Or are the salvagers enough to fulfill this role?” he asked.
Now he has switched into his typical role of a ship captain, thinking several strategies through, organizing and planning.
“I will try to get a hold on Orbitals security detail, Spa-SEC. If HQ agrees, we might get one or two fighters as an escort, just to be on the safe side,” he added frowning, “Hopefully they aren’t too busy,” he rather mumbled to himself. Then he quickly continued: “And, I got only one other question for you, Ian.” Theobald scratched the back of his head.
“The ship itself will be built at Baltimore Shipyard in New York. But the alloy for it will be created by your people. So since we need to bring the wreck to your smelters, where exactly will we have to go?”

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