The Zenarch - A Zoner Agora at Mal's

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'How come every time I jump it feels like my stomach got left behind?' Dirk Mulled to himself as he pulled his Spatial into the Malaclypse freeport. ' Next time I just take the scenic route'. His overly armored hull hit the docking module with hearty thud and he heard the familiar 'whoosh' of the pressure equalizer, telling him it was now safe to disembark. Dirk was secretly amazed at how peaceful the system had looked on his approach, not a single hostile blip. Dirk could not remember the last time he had seen such a thing. 'Time for a little rest for this ol' vagabond' he though as he stepped into the station. To his left he saw his fellow delegates Sabre, bringing him back to the reality of why he was here in the first place. 'What the heck do they want with us anyways?' he thought as he looked at the station map. 'Other side of the 'bio-dome?'. He had not noticed how clean the air was in here. Hardly recycled at all. "Mr.Danger?" A friendly, but stern voice beckoned "Your party is waiting for you outside the Zenarch." It was one of the station guards, a Templar, motioning him in the direction of the bar. He could see Quiron waving to him. "Thank you." Dirk replied to the guard as he headed in Quiron's Direction. 'Well whatever they want, I'm sure this will be a memorable experience to say the least.'

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