𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

Nice little ships Just keep Cardassians away from them

"Tell me again, Beldas, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 this time."

𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. "𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵!" 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘦. "𝘕𝘰..." "𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘳...𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳..." 𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘬 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥, "𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴-

𝐹𝑌 2409 𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒. 𝐴𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦. 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 @mestralade.bsky.social

"Velal replaced Tebok, and it has led to more strife...he's certainly no moderate and he's no love for Taris, but that doesn't mean he won't continue the work of hunting down rebels and trying to force annexation." ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑝 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑔, "Though he defies Taris."

Arrakis teaches the attitude of the knife — chopping off what's incomplete and saying: "Now it's complete because it's ended here."

2409 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙. 𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐵𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ @mestralade.bsky.social 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝐴𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑎, 𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑛, 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠-

I'm going to rub your faces in things you try to avoid. I don't find it strange that all you want to believe is only that which comforts you

Atrocity never balances or rectifies the past. Atrocity merely arms the future for more atrocity.

𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑓 @mestralade.bsky.social 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠'𝑀𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠'𝐻𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑙

𝑅𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒. "Out of the question...what...what...madness!" ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑒

One must always keep the tools of statecraft sharp and ready. Power and fear – sharp and ready.

What madness

Since every individual is accountable ultimately to the self, formation of that self demands the utmost care and attention.

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝐷𝑖𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑁'𝑉𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑙? 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜? 𝐻𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑖𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑘.

"They say they are going to petition for recognition as a colony by the Praetor and beg forgiveness, laying down all arms." 𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑘. "If they lay down their arms the Praetor will send in the-

Instead, tend to the wolf within your fences. The packs ranging outside may not even exist.

To stay awake all night adds a day to your life.

𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒, ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑒𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 ℎ𝑟𝑟𝑟-𝑡-𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝, 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ. "Yes, what is it, Av'ix?"ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑, 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒'𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑓𝑜𝑟. 𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠! "All stations-

𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝, 𝑙𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝐴 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑝𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ. 𝐴 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝, 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦-

{{ ACCESS: MANTIS PERSONNEL DATABASE }} {{ Name: Cal Kestis (He/Him) Species: Human Height: 182 (5'11) Rank: Jedi Knight }} "𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙖𝙢. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙." #starwarsrp

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝘈𝘫'𝘳𝘮𝘳 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 500 𝑘𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘳𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘬. "The doctors have cleared me to leave sickbay, finally. Your doctors as well as my own, they say that my @mestralade.bsky.social is cleared as well." ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑

𝑆𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑎

𝑆𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑙. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑡. 𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙, @mestralade.bsky.social ℎ𝑎𝑑-

On the Foley Square side of 26 Federal Plaza, NYPD threaten arrests for people on the scaffolding, provoking a wave of booing. A bagpiper’s lullaby make the NYPD question their lives. A trio poorly sing the national anthem Vermin Supreme style, fading into chants of “NYPD, suck my dick!”

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From water does all life begin.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑙, 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝. 𝐻𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒. 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡, ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑜 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒. 𝐴 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔-

𝑀𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐵𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠, ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑝. 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒-

Governments, if they endure, always tend increasingly toward aristocratic forms.

𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒

𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚, ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 @mestralade.bsky.social 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑤𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑑, 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑝. "This is a favorite of mine." ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑, 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ, "D'jrr voor."

𝐵𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑟ℎ𝑙𝑎𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑟ℎ𝑙𝑎𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝐴 𝑓𝑒𝑤-

𝑆𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑜𝑙𝑑.

𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑠, ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚. 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑤𝑙, ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝐷𝑆9 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑣𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.

Avox, of all despicable beings to be here...

𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝘈𝘫'𝘳𝘮𝘳, ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝐴𝑣𝑜𝑥'𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑇𝑦𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛 𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑒, 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑜, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑑-

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑, 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟. 𝐻𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑑, 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒. "Yes, what is it?" ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑, 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑧𝑧𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝. "Senator, we have a message, the 𝘐𝘙𝘞 𝘌𝘧𝘷𝘪 is on its way to DS9." 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑦. "What? I want our crew fully accounted-

There's no secret to balance. You just have to feel the waves.

𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒, ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒

Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place.

𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑠, ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑇𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡, 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑡, ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟. 𝐻𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐿𝑙𝑎𝑒𝑘ℎ-𝑎𝑒'𝑟𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

What are they playing at?

𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑟. 𝐺𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑞𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 @mestralade.bsky.social

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