Several weeks had gone by and things were finally starting to move. There was ample progress on the IFF for the station and getting it to display the correct Affiliation and name. The base was fully repaired and things were moving along.
"Just one more step for mankind." Sailas mumbled to himself as he looked over the progress reports from various departments:
The Nephilim remained docked at the station without any of it's retrofit being done as of yet. Luckily they'd patched it up enough to at least jump if the needs warranted it. The engineers were certain of it's capacity for sustained flight.
The Gallic Liner they'd found had exploded near the Languedoc Jump Gate (luckily no one had been killed), it's death the result of extensive damage to the superstructure and the fusion reactor overloading due to the stress. The engineers swore up and down that the ship had been flight worthy and it's explosion was a mystery to them. Something to look further into in the coming weeks.
Research had been moving quickly in various fields surrounding the Baxter anomalies in system. Although the more research that went on, the more questions that cropped up without any real means of solutions. This was frustrating the scientists under his employ and many were on the verge of burnout.
The coffers were starting to run dry. He didn't want to concern anyone, but if things didn't start looking up soon, he'd have to start paying people of his own accounts. He had no problem doing so, but it wasn't the hallmark of a successful business, no matter their field of study.
"Be a scientists they said, run your own company they said..." he said rubbing his face as he talked through his hands. He put them down and looked over the documents again. "Once the station upgrades are complete, we can really start making some money to fund various research tasks...but that's not something that's going to happen overnight. We need to move faster if we're going to get to that point."
