Massat and one of his most trusted technicians sat in the lobby of one of the larger and more well-appointed apartment buildings in the city. They had arrived thirty minutes early, Karilan knowing that Star Fleet and Colonial security would want time to verify him and his employee and to make sure they were supposed to be there. The Lieutenant Governor was not in, and they were told to wait. Dutifully, they took their freshly-security-checked tool cases and crate of materials and sat down and waited for her to arrive.

“This place is so cool!” the young Antican said in a whisper. Karilan smiled and said “This isn’t a library, Fren. You can speak normally.” “Right… right. It’s just I don’t think I have ever been in a building this nice.” Karilan nodded and said “Our leaders work quite hard and diligently to make sure that the colony operates as best it can. Personally, I believe they deserve a nice place to call home. And besides… this building is owned by Star Fleet.” Fren nodded absentmindedly as he continued to look around.

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