CalypsoThere was a knock at the door. Calypso sighed and put down the galactic map he had been studying. It wasn't just a coincidence that his home planet of Charr was located in that particular galaxy. The planet was next on his list of targets. Their Technetium industry would be critical to the future success of the new Consortium.
“Come in,” he bellowed.
Kale shuffled in and let the door slide shut behind him. “I thought you would like to know we have entered Caelum's orbit.”
Kale was his usual stoic self, which frustrated Calypso to no end. His tinted glass helmet allowed no one to see his face—or his facial expressions. For all he knew, Kale was sticking his tongue out every time he spoke. Calypso prided himself on reading people and anticipating their next move. It simply wasn't p
