The Catalyst.

[Chenzo-]

Upon Christian’s request, Chenzo got up silently and went to go and make coffee. He’d never made coffee before and was taken entirely by surprise at the request for it.

The Mollies he grew up with used to drink a lot of it. Sometimes targeting ships they knew held coffee more than ones carrying vital supplies which always confused him. Perhaps its common absence in Maltese society was based around Cardamine itself, the need for Coffee simply wasn’t there.

He was sure he had stockpiles of it somewhere.

Pacing through the hallways like a mad man he remembered, the food court next to the quiet bar that separated guests from the more lively side of the station. There’s even a machine for it!


As he glances at the screen, he’s presented with many words all perfectly readable, but none of which made sense. He read them in his head silently. Flat White, Americano, Latte, Vienna Coffee, Macchiato, Corretto, Frappe, Bicerin, Sirius Coffee, Espresso, Irish Coffee

As patience wasn’t his strong suite, he jabbed the ‘Irish Coffee’ three times and the machine got to work.

He remembered the Mollies used to call it Irish coffee. He’d tried it once and spat it out. Looked at by those around him as if it was a cardinal sin. He wasn’t offered it again.

Putting the three strange drinks on a tray & whisking himself back off to the meeting room. He enters just as Christian is talking about the Coalition.

Chenzo: Your coffee’s senors, senorita. I selected ‘Irish Coffee’ I do hope that’s to your liking. Now, did you just confirm suspicion or did I miss hear, the f**k’n Coalition?

Senor, I asked you to reach out to your trusted brethren of Zoners, not them…”

He paces back and fourth, slightly annoyed. He did however suspect it.

Chenzo: “This could actually work… If they have all enemy’s knocking at the same time they’ll be forced to retreat. We need to ensure they won’t turn on us the moment the Corsairs are no longer a threat.
Harabero, what do you think? Personally I thought we were going to blow the station to smitheries, salvage and rebuild.”

All eyes in the room on Harabero.

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