Miles Omeras

"A tall, elegant man stood in a dark room. The numerous computer displays and gauges cast range and blue shadows upon his serious face, his eyes piercing among the darkness, overseeing the work of his engineers.
One of the workers came running to the officer. - Commander, one of our strip miner is malfunctioning. We are getting abnormal readings from the buffer. The transport stream isn't compensating. - Deactivate the system and replace the crystal mister Dupuis, grinned the tall man."

A large fleet of Hulks and Occators warped in followed by the mighty Rorqual Command ship.
His nano transponder emitted a sharp beep. "- Commander, the fleet has reached its harvesting objectives and is awaiting your orders sir." The Commander smiled; he was pleased with the results of this last trip.