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... ers within the lesser spires of Commorragh, reviewing the hololith projections of his latest prize. The captured research vessel floated in one of his hidden docks, still stubbornly resisting complete subjugation. A smile played across his features - not the practiced, cruel smile he showed his rivals, but one of genuine satisfaction.
"The Independence Sector," he mused, fingers trailing across tactical displays. "Such delicious irony that their very independence makes them vulnerable. N ...
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