"Wow."
The second thing he said was:
"Why couldn't the blasted thing land in my space."
The view fron the viewport of the fifty-meter long ambassador class shuttle was quite entrancing. He had been told that it would be, but Rico Belgardi knew from first-hand experience that stories of major tourist attractions could often be overblown (he had in fact helped to spread propaganda about several attractions on Pavo Prime before). Still it was easy to see why Bonadan's tourism had spiked since the arrival of the massive station.
Massive.
That was the understatement of the century. Rico had the unique perspective of watching one of VC's ISD's manuever across the face of the huge station, presumable lining up for a hyperjump. The station dwarfed the ISD in a way few objects in this galaxy could.
"Leave it to Seth Vinda to gain a windfall by sheer luck."
Rico had met the "man" of the business community once. He had tried to open a mutually benefiting relationship with the VC, a move that failed miserably. Looking back at the incident, Rico couldunderstand Vinda's response, but that didn't make up for the air of "superority" Vinda had exuded during their conversation. It irked Rico; irked him because he knew that Vinda deserved to act that way- and did. Belgardi Ltd was the fastest growing company in the galaxy, but only a raving lunatic would say that Rico's comapny could stand on the same plane as Seth Vinda's.
Whatever his personal feelings toward Seth Vinda, Rico couldn't fault his business sense. The VC CEO had established a casino on the Astral Astoria, and was no doubt raking in the credits for his investment. Belgardi Ltd was however, had one of the galaxies largest entertainment divisions, and they knew a thing or two about running casinos.
Rico spoke into an intercomm to the pilot of the shuttle.
"Open a channel with the Astoria. Ask for landing clearance, and ask for a meeting with whomever runs the business section of the station."