First Baffin Zoner Zummit at The Zenarch, Malaclypse Freeport

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Parkes observed Commander Matok leave for his station. He knew the trip would be short. He wondered whether he should stay or leave, considering he had formed new friendships and cordial relations with others, and had benefited a lot already from this gathering.

A small thought struck his head, as he was thinking about his new friend Lacroix sitting next to him. He seemed quite on edge for the entire meeting, and rather doubtful of people. He understood the feeling, but it seemed more intense than a normal feeling of that caliber. He knew what happened in the past, and knew it was a sore spot, but it didn't seem to be the issue plaguing Lacroix.

"Mr Lacroix, I saw you when you arrived in the lobby and guided me in. You seemed slightly irritated at our hosts though, as if they had done something to gain your ire. I know they have in the past, but that doesn't seem like it? Have they done something now? Is there something happening behind the scenes?" Parkes questioned Lacroix with a worried face, his focused eyes had the youthful vigour the rest of his body did not as they gleamed beneath his furrowed brows.

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