1600 hours, the Officers' Club
"Just the engineering implications alone make it a prime assignment; I'm surprised the Corps of Engineers didn't just take over the whole thing," Gian quips. "The opportunities to improve artificial habitat and starbase construction technology are tremendous."
He pauses when the server returns with their drinks. He takes a sip of his as a grin starts to form on his lips. "Really, there's something for everyone to do there -- engineers, diplomats, spooks, tactical officers -- it's like the Triangle Sector in a shell. All we need is a bunch of shady Orion merchants, and we'd be set."
Another sip, gauging the woman before him. Bucking for command, eh? he thinks. "So, focus on the future; how long are you looking to make your flag aide bones here? Long enough to use it to work a choice assignment -- and do you think a Galaxy is still 'choice,' with Akiras and Sovereigns stealing the spotlight recently?"