Intermission

[BobMacaroni]

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(// art by @CuteyCAI)

INTERMISSION

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STARFLEET EMBASSY, PLANET MALTA, OMICRON ALPHA SYSTEM

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Fireworks released and sparkled in the sky. All of Malta was in celebration. The battlecruiser Augusta had returned home from her successful campaign in Omicron Theta and Sigma 17, and the weary Maltese pilots finally were back home. Atka, that hated installation responsible for producing stabaline, was finally destroyed. Their captains were (largely) safe home from the battlefronts, and most of all, Malta was safe. Everything was perfect.

Or so it would seem.

Don Alejandro Harabero of the Hyperspace Starfleet paced across the chiseled floor of the Starfleet meeting room, awaiting his allies. Through a window he saw ship engines flaring as they soared across high above the cities of Malta. Orange grass stretched out as far as the eye could see - plantations among them. Automation had begun to occur as well, and the Don was pleased to see the progress unfold as Starfleet plantations were becoming increasingly efficient, no longer reliant on slaves, but automation. The so called "Slave revolt" had been a massive boon, in the end, to Malta.

He was to be expecting some other Dons of Malta for some business. Harabero grimaced, gazing out the window, with a cup in his hand. No, not all was well in Malta, as much as it would seem. All the blessings they had gotten thus far urged them to action. As much as these were exemplary for all Outcasts, they had undertones of curses strung throughout, as well.

This was merely an intermission.

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