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The warmth of the twin suns envelopes Halpert's face. The blinds open and the lights slowly turn on. With the windows open, the skies greet Halpert's rested eyes. Sitting up, a loud yawn roared throughout the room. Once he was up and moving, Halpert notices a small package on his bedside table. There was a note, unfolding it, it read: We noticed you weren't doing so great. The attendant had to pickup the pens you accidentally knocked over. To make sure you're okay, we sent up some food. On us, enjoy.
Previous to his sleep, running hot for over a day without any food, Halpert was not going to complain. He sat down at the table in the main room and scoffed the food. The sight of Tau-37 paired quite nicely with a free meal, and as Halpert finished up he noticed a large warship that looked very similar to other Maltese ships he's seen on his journeys. Could very much well be Alejandro. After brushing up on his appearance, as much as he could, he took a trip down to the landing area.
This is where he met with this same warship up close and personal. Behind him, sat the pile of panels and bolts that was his own ship - the Pulsar. The group of people infront of him was a mix of differently dressed people. He was very familiar with chain of command, however he was not familiar with the Maltese, especially Maltese when met in person.
Halpert stood next to his fighter and waited until someone with more of a commanding presence notices him.
"Well, this is it. Which one of you am I waiting for...?"
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