I will free you...

Hello, @zorvaanade.bsky.social do you have a moment to speak with me?

𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 @zorvaanade.bsky.social 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟, ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐴 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑍𝑜𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑎𝑛 "Greetings, and how are you today? It seems quiet enough here for a space saloon."

𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑, 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑙 ℎ𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔-

Such a handsome devil!

Political violence must always be condemned.

𝑊𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒? 𝐻𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑉𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝐽𝑒𝑚'𝐻𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑟...𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝐻𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ

@zorvaanade.bsky.social May we meet and talk?

𝐴 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑦. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑑. "What is it?" "Tal and Vask left the shuttle. "Left, what do you mean? They never leave..." "I know, it was highly irregular...but we didn't think it was important." 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑝, 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛-

𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛, 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑡. 𝑃𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚... "Yes? I hear you..."

𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟...𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑, 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑...𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠...ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑍𝑜𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑎𝑛...𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼... 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝑍𝑜𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑍𝑜𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑓...𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜...

"I hear you, and I obey."

𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒...

𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑉𝑢𝑙𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒, ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑌𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑤, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑉𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑑

𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐴𝑣𝑜𝑥 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑝𝑢𝑧𝑧𝑙𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚, ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑, 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 -

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑦, ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒, 𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑠, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑥 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟-

𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍 𝑨𝒗𝒐𝒙.

I want to go home...

Bali nizha, @zorvaanade.bsky.social I was wondering...can you take your shuttle from here whenever you wish?

𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐹𝑎𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑘'𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝑊𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑-

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑, 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑊𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝐸𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑, 𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝑁𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦-

𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑, 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠

𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑠 @lttriptravis.bsky.social 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑜𝑘 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜 𝑍𝑜𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚

𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝐾𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑠𝑦𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑉𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛. 𝑇𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑, ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑑, 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 "Founder."

I cannot believe things I see

𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑚ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ...𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠

𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒

<<<𝚃𝙰𝙻'𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙰𝚁: 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂: ███.████.█; 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍: @colonelavox.bsky.social 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: █████ 𝚌𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛: ███████ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳>>> <<<I met with a few people on the station, this place is even more insane than I remember. In addition to ███████, I have learned the current Dominion liaison-

𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑. 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔... ...𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ, 𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠, ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟...𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘...

𝐴𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑥 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑉𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎. 𝑊𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑

𝑆𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒, 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑛. 𝑊𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 "I...ummm...will negotiate for a treaty," 𝑊𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒, 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔-

Will he spread the Good News about the Founders?!

@ensignro.bsky.social Greetings, I do hate to trouble you, but I have a question

𝐴𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑑, 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠, ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐, 𝑖𝑓 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 "Computer, show the location of all Federation-"

𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑠 @ensignsteven.bsky.social 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦. "Hello again, Ensign! I hope you are well and have been enjoying your carnal relations with Vashka! I was told you and I may have a bit in common, both of us being genetically tampered with Vorta and all."

@grumpyodo.bsky.social Greetings! It has been so long since I saw you!

So rude!

𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑠 @ambassadordhael.bsky.social 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟. "Shaoi dan, I did not expect to see such a lovely Romulan in such a wild place as this." ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒

𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑, 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙

@replicatorunit.bsky.social Is it true you were instrumental in the demise of one of my predecessors?

Ahh, another familiar face!

𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠

𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦, 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛...𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠?

𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠, 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 "I am going to rest...it has been a trying day." ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔. "Yes, rekkhai-

𝐻𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑊𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛. 𝐻𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝑌𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑅𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑐 𝐼𝐼𝐼...𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑...𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡-