Randal in the Vulsara Galaxy

The Planet Randal is in the outer Perseaus Arm of the Vulsara Galaxy

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• A medium sized M class planet circling a small G type yellow star. .
• One of 12 orbital bodies in its solar system.
• Habitable within human tolerable range.
• Dynamic mountain ranges. One large land mass, many archipelagos with large islands.

Status

• Officially under the authority of the Vulsar Base Star Fleet of the Kingdom of Amber. It is not a member planet of the federation

Topology and Location

“The planet was called Randal, though originally it was a Ferengi world, and had been sold during the early years of Ferengi/ Federation contact to the old Randal Corporation which intended to transfer all its holdings and manufacturing to a world outside the Federation's legal control. It had worked well enough that the Randal Corp had moved a million people and a material for constructing orbital ships and low orbital private crafts and a wide range of land vehicles.”

Nala read aloud from the “Hitchhiker's Guide to The Federation Galaxy”.

“Of course they also made nearly everything in some way as well after having stolen both Replicator Technology and Holo Technologies from Star Fleet.” Alec interjected.

Nala laughed, “Yes but that's not in the book. You got that from that racer who wanted to give you a tumble. This book goes on to discus the disaster of a singularity, what ever the hell that is, touching the atmosphere and forcing the population into secure buildings till Star Fleet could come and establish terreforming equipment to restore the atmosphere. Afterwards the fines and fees were enough that the Corporation all but walked away from the world. They declared it an independent planet, established a puppet government, transferred all the debts to its treasury and abandoned it to its own fortunes. The grateful settlers, misunderstanding the situation, kept the planet's name out of gratitude.”

Alec looked sideways at the book, “Don't Panic. The name of the book is Don't Panic?”

Nala shook her head, “No, that's just the cover. Good advice though. Anyway...” she continued reading aloud.

“The government, mostly comprised of lawyers, middle managers, layabouts, and sportsman, billed the world as a vacation spot with rugged adventure locations, extensive athletic and sports facilities. They built dirt tracks to race anything they could find and soon it became a squalid world of gamblers, layabouts, race enthusiasts and people dropped off here when their passage money on civilian passenger ships ran out. The world became popular with the kind of people with no place to go and not enough money to go anyplace else anyway”

Carissa looked over, having barely been listening to the two chattering, “Does it say what happened to make this place less of a mess?”

Nala nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.. Apparently someone named Delwin Gretilion , a space pirate of some kind, brought a “Starship Repair Station of unknown origin” to Randal and parked it in orbit. He hired people to spend a month as some kind of ah.. no idea what this means ..-Neural Processing Unit- He paid them enough to live on planet for a year it seems. Soon ships from all over the quadrant were being brought here and repaired, upgraded, and otherwise empowered. In time he set up connected repair stations on the planet and began repairing everything, and the government paid for it all.”

Alec turned her attention to the steak and eggs before her.

Nala continued, “ Soon this Gretilion repaired several replicator plants. Refuse was collected, used by the units to build things, and power the replicator plants. The Neural Processing Units business was booming and only a week a year was needed from each volunteer but the payout remained the same. Refuse was traded for replicator charges and in a decade the place was cleaned up. Apparently there were also some rather bloody purges and duels.. The details are murky. However the race tracks had stadiums built around them, a few hotel chains refurbished slums, and the planet began attracting a less desperate clientèle. In a decade the place was back on the star routes and had become a legitimate vacation destination for weary star faring peoples.”

Carissa looked up, “ Delwin Gretilion? Let me see the photo.”

Nala turned the book around and Carissa nodded, “Ya, I thought so. Uncle Delwin, Cousin Vance's father. I've not met him yet.”