The simple ideology that peace can be achieved by "stamping out all threats" is one that has cost more lives than even the cultist mental health condition known as religion.
When the side your fighting for is down on numbers as well as friends. Making your own opportunities as well as catching them just at the right moment becomes one of the major focal points in day to day life.
Chenzo had overseen the orange dream for over a decade before his mysterious disappearance, the foundations laid were secure enough to stand to the current day. There were however weaknesses. Weaknesses that time had made apparent. The near fossilised don of Malta wasn't liked by all, some would even put core values of the Maltese nation in question just to try and appose him. Just like the time that bred these delinquents, they would fade into the nothing from where they came. After all, the test of time has proven Corsica; originally built the now ancient and almost forgotten 101st Ghosts still remains the proud shipyard responsible for producing most of all Maltese warships, second to none within Sirius.
Chenzo may have gotten older, but his interest of finding new ways to outsmart the enemy never skipped a beat. The once used research station, reduced to but a small depot everyone had forgotten about was under Chenzo's keen eye. He'd docked a number of times to lay probes to detect activity, landed with his workers almost a year prior to make the once forgotten tool of the enemy part of the very thing that would bring another Maltese enemy to their knee's.
Carful planning, perfect placement. The enemy had forgotten of the installation existence years prior. The gas clouds created a barrier that enemy patrols never dared to mess with. Only the heightened senses and reflexes of an Outcast could safely navigate them. Ironically, even the Gas Miners were too afraid.
over decades, the husk of the lifeless station seen as mere junk had drifted from it's original position. No fuel in gravitational systems causing it to fall out of orbital alignment.
Chenzo had been waiting for this opportunity. The task now, was how to use or deploy this masterpiece of disguise and resource. A pathway for the Orange Dream? A hub from which to launch logistical assault on an enemy before disappearing back into the clouds? A storage depot for hard to get and even harder to transport logistical goods?
A meeting had been set with an extremely high profile scientist. Chenzo had observed the man from afar for years. He'd attracted the attention of many unsavoury names Chenzo had witnessed, also had spoken in detail of the Dr's interests and skillset field when Chenzo finally approached him.
It had been a very, very long time since that initial meeting, however Chenzo was delighted when Batsbak accepted his offer to work with him.
A promise was made for for Dr's safety. The doctor himself hadn't even mentioned credit based reimbursement. Chenzo hadn't offered as he knew the man's interest was purely in research, development and better aid. He was a good man, which is why the fact he would soon be face to face with one of Sirius's most renowned Maltese Don's did not phase him.
Chenzo had ensured that unlike every other Maltese station, this one had no Cardamine flowing through the Oxygen pumps on board. The station was capable and primed, but the idea was not to make Batsbak a prisoner. Chenzo wanted his help.
The finest foods sourced from the extensive study of Rheinland cuisine had been prepared to ensure Chenzo's guest was fed well. A private apartment fit for the highest of profile personnel had been constructed for Batsbak.
Chenzo had odd acquaintances for an Outcast which spanned Sirius. This base had been used for years for just such personnel meetings, however this was the first time much more than just logistics or safe passage were to be discussed on board.
