the Three Legs of the Tripod

[Chenzo-]

Over the coming months, the station took hold of the Bretonian transports and as Chenzo was undocking one day, he felt a presence of a new form nearby. It was happy as it was returning to the station with required supplies to further expand and develop as well as sustain the base. He checked where the other two Shetlands had been moored, they were gone. Clearly they were still out also gathering supplies.

The station had changed too, where once placed was a mooring fixture for the transports was now a specialised bay which was clearly designed to accept and offload the transports. the right hand side of the ship exposed wheras the left side specifically fitted to moor on the station.

The task of having to obtain equipment to fix the three trains up had been covered for him by the spirits.

This passing of the transport was observed and he could see the transport mooring and offloading cargo with the adapted and repaired equipment along the side of the transport. things were finally falling into place.

Chenzo's focus was now able to be re directed to moving his weaponry from Corsica's weapon testing hangers 7 through to 10 where all of his prior weapons research had taken place. He docked back on Nuevo Amanecer to re-inspect his workshops to find his weapons had already been moved, everything laid out neatly and certain things were glowing like the station walls. He didn't understand exactly what was going on, but knew everything would be fine and he needed but to dock whatever ship and things would find their right place.

Chenzo went back to the hanger bay and stepped into his Sabre. He launched and went to Malta to tend to his private estate Granja Justa. He was preparing to be away for a long time, but did not know why.

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