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Gallia... a place filled with such arrogance and pride. A place which had the capacity to lay their Sirius-based counterparts low with but a gesture... A place which had long been a thorn firmly planted in the side of the Maltese Nation. But there is a solution to all problems, and this time the solution lies within the belly of the beast itself. With a series of "insignificant" grains of sand in the eye of his royal majesty and the fleet of degenerates which served him.

[color=#FFFFFF]Samantha was just finishing up her patrol when she heard the transmission. She then took her Sabre in the atmosphere and spent the next 2 and a half hours flying to the Maltese mountains. She landed in the gardens of the mansion due to the lack of a better landing pad. She then jumped into the cargo hold and quickly switched her flight suit for a formal attire which in turn made the task of getting off the nearly 7 meter high fighter almost impossible. Once she managed to get down she took a minute to look at the scenery. This part of the mountains hasn't been touched almost since the land fall.

Samantha walked through the main houses' gate the spacious corridors of a building that was 800 years old. A servant reached her

"Senor Jameson has informed me that the others are not yet here. Please follow me to the common hall where you might wait for them before you are called at the meeting"

Samantha just nodded and followed the servant to a lavishly decorated room. Sam poured a drink from the mini-bar and sat down , awaiting the arrival of the others invited

**As the great vessel finally began to pass through the minefield shrouding part of the Orkney system, Vulpe walks with a slow step on the bridge, keeping a keen eye out to the familiar hunting grounds of the system...A stiffled groan comes from him as the heavy ceremonial armour on him causes him some discomfort..With a deep growl, he tries to clean his mind from such burdens, turning around and seeing Underlord Christine Armand, shuffling again inside his armour**
Vulpe: I suppose you find thies funny?..I cannot stand being in thies suit for so long even ief iet ies for ceremonial purposes..Merde thies is almost too much even for moi..

The vast room which had been chosen to serve as a conference room was lavishly decorated in a style which would fit a king. The amount of credits which had gone into the restoration of this ancient place rivaled that of what a CEO of some vast, Liberty-based, corporation could hope to make in a year, but the Nation had more than enough credits to afford these digressions from the war being fought with the Empire.

Marble pillars which were laced with gold adorned the place, the walls were filled with paintings created by Maltese artisans, a long table stood at the center of the room and the rest of the room had several other places where guests could sit and enjoy their drinks while waiting for events to unfold.

At the very corner of the room, there was an equally adorned bar which was being tended by a servant wearing a dove-blue suit worn over a white shirt. His face was obscured by a white mask which all the servants were forced to wear during the meeting. He scanned the room over and over again, but since only one guest had arrived, namely Samantha, he continued his duties at the bar in silence.