Intermission

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*elevator ascending*
. . .

Michael Mdina, the newly appointed Director of the Hyperspace Starfleet, found himself gazing over the elevator window to the ever-radiant orange plains of Malta, his stare as emotionless and cold as ever. A hastily summon by Don Alejandro Harabero was brought about, for what reason he knew not, nor did it matter, he was just intent on following his superior's orders.

*elevator stops, doors slowly open*
. . .

Mdina exists calmly, his measured strides echoing through the chiseled floor of the hallway. As his steps drew nearer, he acknowledges the presence of the guards stationed there with a solemn hail, they were dressed all in standard obsidian black with weapons at the ready, their faces betrayed an uneasy sighting. Behind them, a massive wooden door of imposing presence, its sheer size hinting at the importance of the room beyond.

*echoing deep creak*
. . .

The Director enters the large observatory chamber, doors shut behind him. His eyes immediately pierce across the room upon Don Harabero, who is standing still, back turned, observing the plains below.

He firmly hails his superior, a resonating voice coming under his lower face mask betrays a compromised respiratory function.

"Salve Comandante, I am here."

However, as Mdina's eyes adjust to the brighter interior of the room, he suddenly distinguishes the silhouette of someone else. He glances over this man who, at first sight, he never met before or at least not in person, while carrying on to take a seat at the large table.

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