Neo-Okinawa 04.10.2179 - Changing of the Guard
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"[…] all powers granted to a corporation or to the management of a corporation, or to any group within the corporation, whether derived from statute or charter or both, are necessarily and at all times exercisable only for the ratable benefit of all the shareholders as their interest appears."
The massive array of satellite dishes and vast collection of high-powered antenna that connected the colony of Neo-Okinawa with the Weyland-Yutani Communication network in the dark of space was the first thing that came into your view as the freighter finished its landing operations. The few 'windows' the newer G-class Bison offered were giving you a dreamy impression of the surrounding landscape: the Motobu Terminal, built on the highest peak of the local mountain range, was rising from the orange and red clouds around it like a bastion of corporate design: all gleaming Weyland-Yutani logos, brutally efficient and unyielding concrete structures and blinding lights that showed one of the few places on this world, where air had become pure enough to allow breathing without a mask to protect ones lungs. But around this plateau tall cliffs plunged downwards, with alien growths in a multitude of colours clinging to stone and dirt, before disappearing in the rolling gas clouds below, only the cables connecting the spaceport with the other plateaus visible above this cloud layer, the gondolas moving across it ever preciously.
Eighteen years had passed since the colony of Neo-Okinawa had been bought up by Weyland-Yutani Corporation, in accordance with the guidelines of the Interstellar Commerce Commission and the support of the local independent Subcontractors. While production numbers were still sufficient and the gasses refined on the planet were allowing the terraforming of half a dozen other planets across the frontier, the prize being paid for it wasn't low.
Your arrival showcased this perfectly as it was nothing less than a changing of guards as the second corporate administration to have been tasked with running Neo-Okinawa was standing ready to take your place and head back home – or towards the next projects. There were a few short words of greetings: Director Rhett Brant looked like a man who had aged before his time, something that might easily be connected to his head of scientific head of research making her way back to Earth in an urn after an fungal outbreak in the labs, while his chief of security was unable to take part in the discussion as she was currently in Hypersleep, her capsule getting lifted into the Bison to get her ready for lifesaving brain surgery that the colony wasn't equipped to offer. Following them were large parts of the local staff and security forces, nervous smile and blemished white armour telling a tale of nearly a decade full of softly simmering or suddenly bursting local terrorism. While some of these longstanding employees would remain for your administration, most had filed for a transfer and were getting sent to other colonies – maybe they would lose their penchant to clutch their gasmasks tightly as they walked in their new jobs.
Neo-Okinawa was a beautiful world from orbit, its colours, the swirls and storms dipping and throwing up its cloud layer and the alien flora and fauna that was colouring the highest mountain ranges like colourful pebbles that someone had thrown into a stream. But closer to the surface you could feel the heat, you could feel the stares of the work crews that were observing your arrival with not just kindness and you could see a distant storm that was covering the horizon in gas and spores….
Welcome to your new Clouded Dreams.
Director Juliette Greene would find herself led to the former offices and rooms of Director Brant at the top of the same-named Spire that points skywards in a clear sign of who's in control of the colony. Multiple floors were designated for her staff, her assets and of course the Weyland Yutani employees who lived and worked inside of the Spire. From it the surveillance networks across the colony could be accessed, Employee ID chips located, and communications tapped into when necessary. All in all: the centre of the web left for her.
Only a few floors beneath the penthouse suite of the Director where the staff offices and rooms of Administrator Janet Stahl and her own staff, with motor pools and synth workshops stretching towards the base of the Spire from where the rest of the colony could be reached reliably and easily. Thankfully the placement of such offices were a standard across Weyland Yutani Installations – and she was used to her Director being able to breath down her neck if anything went wrong.
Further removed from this centre of administrative power were the research wings of the colony, attached to the Onna-Pumps towering building, the laboratory wings have a first rate access to the gasses being bumped up from the lower depths and of course whatever organism was hardy enough to make the same travel up the pipes on its own. Dr. Serroelof would find his staff in a small but comfortable enclave, supplied with all that was necessary for his future research.
In contrast to all other managers, Dorothy Burkett would find herself happily staying at the Motobu-Terminal, the spaceport also owning both office and living space for the head of security – as well as barracks for her additional security personnel. In the next hours the five colonial marshals and their twenty-five official deputies would show up to introduce themselves – nominally they were tasked with local security, officially the colony was close to 100% Weyland Yutani owned and thus they were just another happy little layer between any uppity sub-contractor and a Weyland-Yutani baton.
Status:
Communication: Clear
Mobility: Clear (as long as Mobility is unimpacted, Assets can move across the colony unimpeded and without limit – along the cable ways, bridges or the lower lying tram lines)
Weather: Clear
Stability: Clear
Shares: Neo-Okinawa Terraforming Gas-Exports
Direction: 12%
Administrator: 8%
Head of Security: 10%
Chief Scientist: 6%
A.A. Berle, "Corporate Powers as Powers in Trust," Harvard Law Review 44 (1931): 1049.
The massive array of satellite dishes and vast collection of high-powered antenna that connected the colony of Neo-Okinawa with the Weyland-Yutani Communication network in the dark of space was the first thing that came into your view as the freighter finished its landing operations. The few 'windows' the newer G-class Bison offered were giving you a dreamy impression of the surrounding landscape: the Motobu Terminal, built on the highest peak of the local mountain range, was rising from the orange and red clouds around it like a bastion of corporate design: all gleaming Weyland-Yutani logos, brutally efficient and unyielding concrete structures and blinding lights that showed one of the few places on this world, where air had become pure enough to allow breathing without a mask to protect ones lungs. But around this plateau tall cliffs plunged downwards, with alien growths in a multitude of colours clinging to stone and dirt, before disappearing in the rolling gas clouds below, only the cables connecting the spaceport with the other plateaus visible above this cloud layer, the gondolas moving across it ever preciously.
Eighteen years had passed since the colony of Neo-Okinawa had been bought up by Weyland-Yutani Corporation, in accordance with the guidelines of the Interstellar Commerce Commission and the support of the local independent Subcontractors. While production numbers were still sufficient and the gasses refined on the planet were allowing the terraforming of half a dozen other planets across the frontier, the prize being paid for it wasn't low.
Your arrival showcased this perfectly as it was nothing less than a changing of guards as the second corporate administration to have been tasked with running Neo-Okinawa was standing ready to take your place and head back home – or towards the next projects. There were a few short words of greetings: Director Rhett Brant looked like a man who had aged before his time, something that might easily be connected to his head of scientific head of research making her way back to Earth in an urn after an fungal outbreak in the labs, while his chief of security was unable to take part in the discussion as she was currently in Hypersleep, her capsule getting lifted into the Bison to get her ready for lifesaving brain surgery that the colony wasn't equipped to offer. Following them were large parts of the local staff and security forces, nervous smile and blemished white armour telling a tale of nearly a decade full of softly simmering or suddenly bursting local terrorism. While some of these longstanding employees would remain for your administration, most had filed for a transfer and were getting sent to other colonies – maybe they would lose their penchant to clutch their gasmasks tightly as they walked in their new jobs.
Neo-Okinawa was a beautiful world from orbit, its colours, the swirls and storms dipping and throwing up its cloud layer and the alien flora and fauna that was colouring the highest mountain ranges like colourful pebbles that someone had thrown into a stream. But closer to the surface you could feel the heat, you could feel the stares of the work crews that were observing your arrival with not just kindness and you could see a distant storm that was covering the horizon in gas and spores….
Welcome to your new Clouded Dreams.
Director Juliette Greene would find herself led to the former offices and rooms of Director Brant at the top of the same-named Spire that points skywards in a clear sign of who's in control of the colony. Multiple floors were designated for her staff, her assets and of course the Weyland Yutani employees who lived and worked inside of the Spire. From it the surveillance networks across the colony could be accessed, Employee ID chips located, and communications tapped into when necessary. All in all: the centre of the web left for her.
Only a few floors beneath the penthouse suite of the Director where the staff offices and rooms of Administrator Janet Stahl and her own staff, with motor pools and synth workshops stretching towards the base of the Spire from where the rest of the colony could be reached reliably and easily. Thankfully the placement of such offices were a standard across Weyland Yutani Installations – and she was used to her Director being able to breath down her neck if anything went wrong.
Further removed from this centre of administrative power were the research wings of the colony, attached to the Onna-Pumps towering building, the laboratory wings have a first rate access to the gasses being bumped up from the lower depths and of course whatever organism was hardy enough to make the same travel up the pipes on its own. Dr. Serroelof would find his staff in a small but comfortable enclave, supplied with all that was necessary for his future research.
In contrast to all other managers, Dorothy Burkett would find herself happily staying at the Motobu-Terminal, the spaceport also owning both office and living space for the head of security – as well as barracks for her additional security personnel. In the next hours the five colonial marshals and their twenty-five official deputies would show up to introduce themselves – nominally they were tasked with local security, officially the colony was close to 100% Weyland Yutani owned and thus they were just another happy little layer between any uppity sub-contractor and a Weyland-Yutani baton.
Status:
Communication: Clear
Mobility: Clear (as long as Mobility is unimpacted, Assets can move across the colony unimpeded and without limit – along the cable ways, bridges or the lower lying tram lines)
Weather: Clear
Stability: Clear
Shares: Neo-Okinawa Terraforming Gas-Exports
Direction: 12%
Administrator: 8%
Head of Security: 10%
Chief Scientist: 6%
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