The difference between Chance Bay and Pellysa III was like night and day.
The former was an advanced moon settlement whose entire surface was covered by human structures.
The latter was a planet that only hosted one major city and several outlying farming and resource extraction communities.
The city was called Pejana. No one seemed to know what that meant and why it was called that way.
Pejana had character, though.
As Ves, Gloriana, Aurelia and their cats left the shuttle and handled the arriving procedures, they stepped out the spaceport and gazed at the cityscape.
"How… rustic." Gloriana snorted.
"Bwa? Huuuoooaaah…"
Rustic was a bit of an understatement. Though the colonists had already built a lot of structures, they were still constructing even more.
Construction projects dotted the landscape. A lot of relatively cheap and slow construction bots were doing most of the work. Piles of construction materials were being moved from storage warehouses and the cargo side of the space port to feed all of this development.
While the sight of all of this activity was inspiring, the city looked anything but elegant and refined at the moment.
As the new arrivals breathed, puffs of condensation escaped from their faces.
"It's cold as well." Ves said he and everyone else wore thicker coats.
Although it wasn't cold enough for water to freeze into ice, the average temperature in Pejana still necessitated winter clothing.
"Hihihi!"
Both Ves and Gloriana smiled at their daughter. Their baby did not react negatively to the cold due to her high-tech baby clothes. She instead grew curious at the change in air pressure and other changes.
"Please excuse the local conditions, Patriarch Larkinson. Our consortium is still in the process of terraforming Pellysa III. By the time the final terraforming phases have ended, Pejana should be located in a climate sweet spot where the weather is sunny but fairly temperate."
"We understand, Mr. Ozein. It's actually a novelty to visit a cold place like this." Ves responded as he looked around. "Is the THZ Consortium responsible for all of this construction?"
"No." The mustachioed man shook his head. "Our consortium has decided to open up Pejana and many other regions on Pellysa III to private exploitation. As long as organizations such as your clan are able to show that they are able and willing to contribute to the local economy, we are willing to give them a permit to set up operations on our fine planet."
Piter Ozein was one of the chief relations managers of the THZ Consortium. In other words, he was lackey that the authorities trotted out whenever VIPs like the Larkinson Clan graced their colony settlement.
The man had only greeted the Larkinsons a short moment ago but Ves already figured out that Ozein wasn't a part of the decision-making circle of the THZ Consortium. That meant that the relations manager wouldn't be able to leak any secrets.
"Can you tell us about the organizations who have decided to set up shop here?" Ves asked as the group continued to head towards the center of the city.
Most of the structures that the colonists had built were not that elaborate, much to Gloriana's dislike. There was hardly artistry in the local architecture.
Nearly every structure except the larger and more impressive ones were built by stacking modular prefab structures together. These structures were akin to containers and could be stacked and combined in many different ways depending on their configuration.
Although the locals had tried to vary the structures with this method, there was no way to hide the fact that they were just a bunch of metallic cubes and rectangles that had been stacked together!
As the group encountered more structures, Ves slowly began to see differences.
Much of this had to do with the third parties that had obtained permission from the THZ Consortium to establish a presence on Pellysa III.
"Hundreds of wealthy individuals pioneering organizations have already decided to invest in our planet and thousands more have applied. They are keen to gain an early mover advantage. By beginning operations just as we are rising, they will be able to earn huge profits by the time our Pellysa System is booming."
Clearly, Ozein tried to lure the Larkinson Clan in doing the same.
Ves understood the game that was being played here. The THZ Consortium couldn't turn the Pellysa System into a premier trade system. It needed to attract a lot of traders and organizations that were able to conduct the bulk of business operations needed to turn this location into the center of trade in the Magair Middle Zone.
This was in fact a lifeline for many smaller and weaker pioneering organizations. Those that barely managed to limp to the Red Ocean were only juicy prey to the many predators that roamed the dwarf galaxy.
Instead of braving near-certain death by trying to head into the new frontier and start a colony by themselves, the pioneers were better off sheltering under the umbrella of a successful rival.
The THZ Consortium offered weaker pioneers the opportunity to achieve success on a smaller scale by becoming their vassals in all but name.
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