Ambassador Nitworth glowered across his mirror-polished, nine-foot platinum desk at his assembled staff. "They were a warlike race known in this sector back in Concordiat times, perhaps two hundred years ago. They vanished as suddenly as they had appeared. There was no record of where they went." He paused for effect.…
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