A change of pace

[Soban]

Corfu, Dry-dock A, "meeting" room 1

---

After several days in transit, the ship and its escort finally reached Corfu. The journey passed without incident: the Corsairs had been eerily quiet in recent weeks, though long-range scans showed a hum of activity around Freeport 9.
They call it a successful Corsair–Zoner venture; the local sensors and patrols saw only warships and snub craft. That place will never again be a forum for trade and peaceful exchange.
Which is why this meeting matters. Daumann alone cannot raise Corfu from a simple outpost and refueling stop to a true Freeport. With the Coalition’s industrial muscle alongside Daumann’s, turning Corfu into the Omicrons’ next trading hub becomes achievable—especially while Phoenix resources are tied up countering Nomads, their sympathizers, and the Corsairs’ imperial ambitions.

After an exhaustive security sweep, the crew received clearance to enter the living decks. With Nomads and infiltrators abroad, one cannot be too cautious. Arrangements began at once for a meeting room with the Coalition delegation. Corfu wasn’t built with diplomacy in mind; a hastily refurbished storeroom would have to serve.

Cayran took a seat, calling up the lists: fortification needs, habitat expansions, biodome modules, hull paneling, docking infrastructure, power redundancy and a new weapons systems. He reviewed each item against projected timetables and supply lines. The guests would arrive in a few hours. There was work to do, and a station to transform.