you enter you ship and leave while continuing the call
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You stride toward the conference chamber exit, the sounds of Padmé, Satine, and Leia's intimate encounter fading behind you as the door seals. Your communicator maintains both holographic connections—Grace's punk aesthetic and Pepper's professional bearing following your movement through the station corridors.
"Grace, you're mischaracterizing the relay benefits," you state flatly as you reach your personal vessel's boarding ramp. "Civilian vessels gain faster movement with relay coverage. They maintain the same ability to travel anywhere—actually more destinations than before, since relay networks don't require hyperlanes."
Grace's expression shifts from satisfaction to confusion. "What the fuck do you mean? I thought—"
"Hyperlanes are basic safe paths for hyperdrive travel through realspace," you continue, stepping into your ship's main cabin. The vessel's systems activate automatically, recognizing your presence. "They could be kept secret by those who discovered them. Relay networks are publicly accessible infrastructure providing superior options."
Pepper's enhanced intellect processes this immediately. "Of course. Hyperlane secrecy historically created information asymmetries benefiting established powers. Relay networks democratize access while providing superior speed and safety."
"Exactly," you confirm, settling into the command chair. Your ship's engines hum to life. "The dependence on mass relay systems isn't about restricting movement—it's about enabling effective criminal blockades and disease quarantine protocols when necessary."
Grace's grin returns, sharper now. "Fuck, that's even better fucking optics. We're not restricting shit—we're providing superior fucking infrastructure that happens to let us track everything."
Your vessel lifts smoothly from the docking bay, acceleration barely perceptible through the inertial dampeners. "Pepper, after you complete the relay network and finish Coruscant restoration, your next task is creating a comprehensive monitoring system."
Pepper straightens attentively, datapad ready. "Specifications?"
"Detection coverage across both Mass Effect and Star Wars galaxies," you detail. "Any vessel traveling between systems without using relay networks triggers immediate alerts. Classifications: criminal activity, military operations, unknown contact—possibly new species representing potential threats—recreational explorers, or inventors who've developed novel transit methods. Each requires case-by-case assessment."
Pepper's fingers fly across her holographic interface, enhanced genius already parsing the requirements. "Initial timeline estimate: detection network requires approximately eighty-three days for full implementation. Primary challenges include sensor range optimization, false positive filtering, and computational processing for real-time analysis across two galaxies."
"The combined fucking genius integration handles that processing load?" Grace asks.
"Easily," Pepper confirms. "Stark's sensor arrays, Richards' dimensional scanning, Banner's radiation signature analysis, Octavius's pattern recognition algorithms. We'll catch everything that moves outside relay transit."
Your ship clears the orbital station, stars spreading before you through the viewport.