Bigger and Better – A Supplemental Tale
Previous: A Jumpers Wrath
Thought I’d take a break to describe the housing. It’s come a long way from the twin houses I’d had built in Norway (one on the beach, one in a warehouse, both on Svalbard… why twin? Why pay for two different architects?). Both of those buildings are still there, got plenty of space, but they’re guest housing I guess. Now I’ve got what can best be described as a Presidential Palace? It’s huge. Like White House Huge, but with less politicians. To be honest, my bedroom, which occupies the entire center of the third floor and has a square footage (meterage?) that comes close to fucking obscene (it’s bigger than the footprint of the beach houses… both of them… combined), is beyond opulent. I may have diverted a small percentage of Cerberus’s operating budget into decorating it. Like the GDP of a small pre-space nation. Okay, I may have spent the cost of two Normandies on it. Sue me. I saved the fucking galaxy.
Zane & the Mons have their own rooms too… not as nice as mine, but pretty decent. Plus, their own bathrooms… even Ziggy. Ziggy used Potty, it’s super effective! We’ve got running water thanks to Warehouse magic, ditto for extranet, and an internal data network thanks to Vivian. Electricity comes thanks to a very large number of Mass Effect era power cells and a starship’s power core. Central Air thanks to starship technology, and when I say Central Air I mean it, the whole Warehouse has a nice airflow, though the house’s airflow is nicer, and humidified. Also got gravity controls, though I mostly use them for the gym.
Got a kitchen, a couple of them actually, with plenty of freezer space… really should get those cleaned out some day. Got a couple of bars (one inside, one out… ish), a library… though who needs books when we have computers loaded with all the digital media I brought from home, plus everything I picked up in Infamous world and all the stuff I picked up in Mass Effect World… I’ve actually taken a liking to Asari Holodramas. Turians make decent action movies too, but the motivations I just don’t get. That pretty much applies to Music, Movies, Videogames, etc. I’ve been collecting it all the whole time. Ditto for Trophies. What I have in the physical form is mostly nicknacks I’ve plucked up and stuck around the house or in the warehouse.
Getting stuff built with no questions asked is easy when you’re a Spectre. Got a shooting range and a gym… got a bunch of game rooms. I’ve upgraded them several times since I built them. Got to keep all the old systems running… so they’re hooked to an Omni-System. OmniGel… good for fixing stuff, good for compatibility. Got an Entertainment Center… Everyone needs a home movie theater. But that’s what a bunch of Sofas and a large projector are for. I’ve got a freaking warehouse the size of a convention center. I can spare the space… though I don’t have a basement and it bugs me that everything’s at or above ground level… maybe I should have installed a false floor about two stories up so I could have a dungeon built underneath it? Next time I have a galaxy’s resources, maybe.
Got a Garden, inspired by the one where Shepard fought Saren. Pretty standard, nice grass, maintenance bots to keep it… green. Nice. calm. Relaxing. Outdoors is good, even if it’s fake outdoors… especially considering how much of the last 10 years was spent in spaceships or on space stations.
I’ve upgraded the medical bay with all sorts of gabinets and machines for testing all sorts of things and turned my workshop into an Engineering Bay… still don’t used it for much. All the rooms have pseudo-windows & phones, plus everyone has a cell linked to Vivian. Got a closet full of cleaning supplies too… note to self, find a Maid.
A little negotiation with the boss and it’s set that as long as Zane or the PokeCrew are active inside the warehouse and I have the time set to move at 1/10th normal, they can watch my adventures on the big screen… or even teleport to my location (or nearby)… hey presto, Instant Krogan.
And speaking of the boss…
I read the specs on the screen for the fourth time “Drydock Size: 10,000 meters square”.
“Ummm… Boss… this is crap, you know?”
“WHAT? I be all generous and give you a space to store your ship and you’re calling me out?”
“Well, first, space is, you know… 3-D. We’ve been through this! The drydock is 100 meters on a side… how tall is it?”
“Great… still crap.”
“Oh good me… another lecture. Look, you wanted to keep the ship, I’m letting you keep the ship.”
“Yeah… well, the Normandy 1 wouldn’t fit in here. It’s like 160 meters long. And I’m sure you’re going to give me a list of embiggening options, but… like… how much you want to bet that even if I sank every point you gave me into a bay, I couldn’t fit a Galaxy Class Enterprise into one of these bays?”
“They’re 640 meters long, and 200 meters tall, give or take.”
“Oh. Right. I knew that.”
“Err… I think you meant to make the base drydock 1000 by 1000 by 100. Because clearly, you’ve got no sense of scale… are you certain you’re not 5th Dimensional? Maybe 6th?”
“Hush you… and yes… fine. Multiple the dimensions by 10. See if I care. It’s just empty space. And remember, this place isn’t like the Warehouse. It can be found in whatever setting you’re in. In theory. It’ll be someplace accessible… but just barely. But no taking advantage of that and trying to fit multiple ships inside one bay without getting multiple Docking Ports.”
“What if one ship is a carrier and there are other ships inside it?”
“Grumble Grumble. Wiseacre know it all.”
“Love you too boss.”
I looked through the options again and bought two drydocks. Alpha was a whopping 2,160,000,000 cubic meters, 6,000 meters by 6,000 meters by 600 meters, while Beta was smaller at only 10,000,000 cubic meters, 1,000 by 1,000 by 100. Officially, I had the capacity to dock 12 starships in each of my twelve docking ports, but they’d have to be awfully freaking small to fit in there.
That all came with 200 flying robotic drones that would automatically clean, repair, and maintain any vessel I stored in the place, as well as 200 humanoid robots designed to fill any crew position I assigned them to… I immediately retasked twenty of them as household staff. Fuck if I’m going to clean shit. I’m the damned Star!
I also picked up a universal Fueling Station that could refuel any ship no matter how obscure its fuel was… though I couldn’t invent a ship that ran on Mithril just to get an endless supply of Mithril. It had to be something reasonable for that material’s home reality. So dilithium was fine… green lantern energy not so much… infinity improbability was right out.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t quite justify buying the mobility option with my limited points, so instead I picked up the Shields… Sorry, that makes it sound like the shields are a downgrade. What I should have said was fuck mobility, these shields were fucking guaranteed to deflect all known attack forms. I mean, screw dodging when you can just tank everything and laaaaugh.
Next: The Winter Witch
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