"Add a few things to that list. Quarantine the space around the planet, as there is still a terraforming effort going on—no visitors without authorization. Sort out which guests will be bringing their own ships, and send our smaller vessels to pick larger groups up from various space stations to save on parking space.
Then, get started on ships for the planet to use as shuttles from the new space station. I recommend using our luxury yacht line since this planet is a popular and exclusive sort of vacation spot.
Also, have you talked to General Tennant? He brought a group of colonists with him, not service staff, and I'm not sure they are in any way, shape or form ready to serve as a glorified resort community for aliens."
Max's frustrations were not going down easily this time. Putting everything they did on display for the Alliance was a great idea when they were doing boring stuff, but every time something even moderately interesting happened, he got flooded with guests, and this time it even engulfed an entire city mere hours after the settlers arrived on the planet.
There hadn't been time to set anything up yet, even if the city had been fully formed with everything that they needed, as the design schematics insisted that it had been.
The major issue would be the accommodations. It was meant to be a city where residents could walk or use the built-in transport amenities to get anywhere easily, so that wasn't a problem, but there were very few hotels compared to the number of people that wanted to visit.
"Let me guess. Traffic control? Fear not. I have already solved that problem. Seven seconds ago, I found a used orbital station for sale, and the tugs will be bringing it here within the hour." Nico said proudly.
"Close, but not quite. Where are all the people going to stay? I don't see a lot of hotels in the design schematics." Max corrected her, though he was actually impressed that she had found a used space station in such a limited time frame, even with the help of the Reavers data network.
"The entire city was made up of villas originally. Nearly identical three-bedroom units. They're all luxurious well beyond most standards, and they have the finest of built-in self-cleaning and self-repair functions, so I am currently linking every door lock on the planet to the Governor's Computer network.
Whoever General Tennant assigns to the task can check the guests in and directly link their biometrics to the locks on their villa. That also means that they can be automatically locked out when their stay is over, reducing problems with attempted squatters, and it looks like they're already on top of the public works department.
The General did an excellent job of planning how to run a city using his available people, and the only changes that needed to be made were that they would have to keep order among a lot of extra people, and their shops would be much busier than expected since they will have ten times the customers.
His data says that it will be suitable, though, as it still reaches the product density of most Alliance resorts. It would feel slim for long-term living for so many people, and I'm sure they will adapt their own spaces and shops for the human locals, but he insists that the settlers are enthusiastic about it.
pαпdα-ň?νê|·сóМ In his words, [We're all going to be bloody rich off those alien bastards coming to stare at shiny crystals.]" Nico explained.
He had a point. According to the information in front of Max, a villa was ten thousand credits a night and included everything you could make in the villa, including food and a limited selection of local clothing. Much like a private bed and breakfast, the villas were equipped with a robotic butler, a small hover drone with four arms who could fulfill most basic tasks, including getting humanoid species dressed and styling hair if they requested.
There were no guided tours of the city, nor were there many designated hot spots yet, as the city had just been built and nobody had a chance to explore what Nico had designed into it, but a few of the best locations were already highlighted by the staff General Tennant had appointed, and Nico had added a few more herself from the designs.
The five hundred floors of mineral springs were going to be a big hit, Max was certain. They were a feature of the original city, taking up most of a spire to themselves, and with the Innu being so fond of all things human, there was no way that a five-hundred-story waterpark would be overlooked.
Max was even more correct than he could have ever guessed. General Tennant had gotten over a million requests for early access to the towers closest to the mineral springs, despite the fact that it was only made public today. He had set aside two-thirds of the villas for guests, giving the locals room to grow without having to take over former guest houses and leaving a few emergency spaces open for very important guests.
Keeping the city in a slightly less than fully occupied state was a deliberate act. It kept the city feeling less crowded if one house on every other block was empty. There were no cars in the city. They weren't needed with the advanced walkways and the drone taxis, where you could simply step on and off of a floating silver disc and be carried to the destination you specified.
Directions for use were explained during the flight to the surface, and copied inside every villa, so everyone should be able to understand how to call and use them. They were multi-species friendly, and as a flat disc, they were even wheelchair accessible for those species who couldn't use rapid healing methods or temporarily weakened persons.
In reality, of course, it would be mostly loved by drunks on their way home since they could tell it to take them home, then sit down and wait to arrive. Even if they fell asleep, it would remain outside their residence and lift them up out of the way of other traffic until they woke up and asked to be let down or stepped from it onto their second-floor balcony.
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