Ah, well. Yes. Hmm. I had hoped we would have discovered more Ores now that the AionGate has opened up the entire universe. But meanwhile, hear me out: jetpacks. Throw 10 Gas at getting those set up for our military Fleet. Or, you know, a different way of extending the Fleet’s range.
I am still thinking about Verbel, so now that we’ve got another round of Ice let’s send it and spend it. Throw a kegger or the next-best thing and invite the common people.
Separately, let’s establish our own institute at Verbel. I bet a tourism board would be welcomed. Pitch our counterparts on Verbel about jointly re-popularizing Verbel and bringing tourists to Erinne Prime. I bet ten cubic meters of krill that they’ll go for it. We can lead those guys by the flipper and become their bestest allies.
Okay, so vampires. I’m not wild about having vampires wandering around the shores out our interstellar lagoon, so to speak. We’ve got to learn more about this. Send a team to Flonk, and I suppose we ought to pick a team that can stay sober long enough to read a thing or two. But not, you know, stuffed shirts. Find some folks who dabble. People who can hold their liquor and their anemone stings. Bring back the details on these vampires – but don’t bring the vampires, unless they’ve got a stake through the heart. You picking up what I’m putting down, here?
Make friendly contact with that unidentified fleet the Shorechasers spotted. Establish trade/friendly relations/information exchange if possible.
Keep chasing Billiam T Shore because I have a feeling Blubber’s a whale-beard-bristle-width away from a complete mental breakdown, desertion of his post, and disappearance into the void.
Now, as for Princess Preach… I better talk to her myself.
Next Week: Adventure Calls