A transmission requesting Harabero's presence had been sent in a fluster of rage at the situation which had taken place in Malta's orbit. Chenzo found himself pacing the meeting room, the sights across the robotically farmed fields for as far as the eye could see to the horizon had an effect most calming. He did not know exactly how long he'd been waiting within the meeting room since the response was received saying Harabero would join him, just that it felt like eternity. He knew the Hyperspace Fleet didn't exactly have many positive encounters with the Nomads.
He'd finally returned to his calm persona by the time Harabero walked though the doors to the meeting room to see Chenzo sat in the same seat in which the last meeting had taken place.
