had
gotten older, they were able to contribute to the family business, finding new
ways to expand it and thrive. Over time, they were able to purchase a
decommissioned destroyer-class vessel from the Alliance. It had taken a lot of
hard work and countless hours of repairs, but they had eventually been able to make
their parents’ dream a reality.
Now,
New Vega was theirs, and it was a world unlike any other.
Most
people thought of it as a floating pleasure palace. Although they adhered to
the general guidelines of Alliance rules and regulations, New Vega wasn’t under
United Federation Alliance Command control. Because it was a privately owned
enterprise, the Adaro brothers enjoyed pushing the boundaries of propriety,
making New Vega a luxurious destination where one could satiate a number of
vices all in one central location.
But
in reality, it was so much more than that.
In memory of all the friends and family they’d lost, the
Adaro brothers had turned New Vega into a traveling sanctuary, making it a
haven for all the different races that chose to visit. No expense had been
spared to outfit the vessel with defenses, as well as powerful weapons, making
it an almost impenetrable fortress that kept its clientele safe. They updated
the ship often, keeping up with the latest and greatest technology the worlds
had to offer.
It was their home, and they would protect it at all costs.
The large ship was made of a
sleek, black metal and dark tinted glass so that it glittered like a dark
jewel against the inky backdrop of space. The
many lights that shone from the various levels were beacons of welcome for the visitors
that arrived on a daily basis, but they could also run on stealth mode when
needed.
As
he strode through the crowd of people in the main lobby, Tavius looked around
at the employees that mingled amidst the countless visitors. Since they had
launched New Vega, hundreds of Krytos had reached out to the brothers and had asked
to become part of their pack. Those members helped keep the vessel running
smoothly, but they weren’t the only people who worked there.
Over
the years, members of other races had asked the brothers for employment for the
simple fact that they’d wanted the chance to travel the stars in luxury. Others
had wanted to open up shops on New Vega, creating an eclectic collection of
places to enjoy while onboard. Currently, the waiting list for retail space was
a mile long, which allowed the brothers to be damn selective on who they
allowed onto their home.
Now,
Tavius had the irritating responsibility of meeting one of those visitors so he
could escort her to her room like he was some sort of freaking lackey.
Glancing
around again, Tavius briefly considered asking someone else to take on the task
of meeting their VIP guest and her entourage. No, Tavius thought with a sigh. He couldn’t leave
this duty to anyone else, especially not his brothers. Maddox would say
something to the little elite that would probably make her cry, and Daimon’s
taciturn nature would be considered rude to the visiting VIP when he refused to
speak to her.
Why
the hell did someone like Mya Spartan want to start a business on New Vega
anyway? Well, it wasn’t like she was creating a business, really. Starlight
Designs was an established enterprise already, but Tavius couldn’t see the
reigning princess of the company coming to New Vega to be a shopkeeper.
The
mere thought was laughable.
Overall,
it was a wise business decision on both sides, though. Tavius had read the
report Mya had sent along with her request for a meeting with them. Opening a
shop on New Vega would give Starlight Designs a whole new clientele, while the
Adaro brothers would benefit from the well-known business increasing streams of
consumers onboard.
That
was, if the business was run properly.
Tavius
doubted that this would be more than just a passing hobby for the only daughter
of the Spartan-Rollins clan. Despite what people thought,