It had been almost one and a half decades since anyone had set foot within the weapons testing laboratories of Corsica, Seven through Ten. No others knew of their existence, all who thought they were in the know only knew of weapons testing bays one through to Six. Deep within the rock of Corsica, the 101st's lasting legacy of building might in Omicron Alpha. The Outcast's primary shipyard.
Radiation, optimised to a certain frequency hide the entrance from all but those who know, part of what was historically known as Der Outer Sanctum.
Within the past 72 hours, Chenzo had found himself the focal point of personal attack from both Haraberro and Demarco. He wouldn't stand for such insufferable behaviour. Chenzo had previously thought that the things which seemed to block his path had been mere coincidence, now proven to be direct efforts against him by Haraberro.
A long but to the point transmission had been sent to the leader of the Hyperspace Starfleet, that being that Chenzo wouldn't allow any more obstructions or negativity. He would make Malta more secure with or without the assistance of the Hyperspace Star Fleet.
Chenzo had long commanded the respect of the general population of Malta. something other Maltese cartel's never had due to being so self absorbed.
Everything was exactly the same since he had left. The air within the laboratories stale and bitter to breathe, dust covering thick blankets used to cover surfaces. The sealed air tight cleanrooms being the only places which were not covered in the thick dust generated from the industry ship building carried out elsewhere in the asteroid. When Chenzo had left for what he thought was the last time, now on his return, would prove another priceless asset space in which to build.
