70 Years after the fall of the Galactic Alliance
Darth Mobius stood with his back to the crowd, Ten of the finest Sith Alchemists to ever graduate from the Sith Science Academy on the neutral Sith world of Korriban.
The first ship of the Peregrine class was assembled, lacking only the internal components to pass power throughout the ship, and, of course, the reactor.
The shipyard Commander, a tall Ansionian with over-large eyes and only one nostril, looked skeptical, and a little worried, because the beauty of the ship was... Well, who could think a plywood ship would ever be pretty. Why the 2 kilometer long vessel was built out of two meter thick plywood was not known to him, and more importantly, made him believe that the Sith Lord, Darth Mobius, had gone completely insane. Of course, if the rumors were true... Well, if they were, the kindly and benevolent Sith Lord was anything but.
The ship was finished, and the construction crew had finally dragged every piece of equipment that wasn't part of the ship off the completed hull.
With a smile, Darth Mobius closed his eyes and began an incantation, pointing at the ship, gesticulating, and then repeating the gesture after a short pause. After about thirty seconds, he made a last gesture at the ship, and suddenly it was invisible. The Commander's jaw dropped, and he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Commander Erlichii, How much did the prototype cost?"
"1 Million Credits, give or take a few thousand in upgrades and adjustments."
"And for that one?" He gestured to the now empty slip.
Commander Erlichi coughed to himself, even more afraid to draw attention to the fact that the ship didn't appear to be there any longer. "I would say, including the reactor, which wasn't installed, just over seven thousand credits, but Lord..." He cut himself off, wondering why the Lord would want a fleet of plywood warships.
As an Ansionian, he believed in Peace above all else, but while Darth Mobius' "Peace through Strength" attitude had always seemed the best route, he just couldn't see how wooden warships would stand up to the rigors of space travel, much less space warfare.
Darth Mobius answered his unspoken question "You will see, now" he turned to the Alchemists, "did you ten see what I did to it?"
The ten Sith Alchemists behind him nodded and said, "Yes Lord," as if nothing unusual had happened.
"Very well, now, since this will be in my personal fleet, I want to customize it a bit, you will, instead of the gold Layer, put a color that is specifically designated to you based on the ship's intended use. Now, I do intend you to do the first 3 ships in gold. Each."
This drew a gasp from the commander, for this meant 30 carriers, each carrying Twenty Thousand bombers, and roughly half as many fighters.
And that was just for Lord Mobius' personal escort fleet. The fleet would have thirty times that much, with just two carriers assigned to each planet in the Sith Democratic Protectorate. There would also be the Ten fleets that randomly jumped around the perimeter of the Protectorate to ensure border security. A total of nearly 1,000 ships of just this one class.
His mind having wandered, he was surprised to note that Darth Mobius had turned back to the ship and began chanting an incantation again. Suddenly the empty berth had a solid gold ship, exactly the same as the plywood structure, but with a greasy, oily, sheen to the hull.
"Commander, the ship now has all computer and control emplacements installed, and she is ready for her maiden voyage, are the five specialists I asked for ready to board?"
"Yes Lord. What are they to do?"
"That is the command crew. They will be taking her out for a shakedown run, then, if all goes well, picking up the maintenance and hangar crew, and begin their first patrol."
The Commander was in shock. A five person crew? On a ship that large? How was it even possible? The wonders of the Sith Leader's mind never failed to amaze him.
"How long until the next ship comes off the line?"
"We are averaging about five hours between keels, and an average build time of seven days, with the staff we have currently. the next ship is scheduled off the line in..." He glanced at his chrono," About 12 hours. There are no delays, so we should be fully online in about two hours, once that ship is out of that berthing."
"How many berthings are there in use for this project?"
"Thirty, as you requested."
The Sith Lord turned to the ten Alchemists. "You all have seen what I did, and I showed you how the incantations work. You know your responsibilities, please, take some time to yourself while we await the next ship's completion. Dismissed."
The ten Alchemists turned and departed, while Darth Mobius turned to the shipyard Commander and said, "I have a special request of you. I have this idea for a command ship floating in my head, and I really think we need to build it soon."