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His most Glorious, Illustrious, Magnificent, Highness, Twixle the 4th, stood in front of his window looking out across the capitol. His research department had sent a memo to his office, reminding him of the upcoming test of the new CTW-1 Cruiser that afternoon with the TGP weapon systems.

"AAhh, yes, this new system is revolutionary in concept, something new and deadly," he thought to himself. Our illustrious Imperial fleet would be that much stronger if everything went as planned.
Those races that try to curtail or impeded our Quest shall tremble with fear and their planets shall be ours for the taking.

Nothing shall impede our Quest throughout the Universe, nothing shall stand in our way, he thought as he smiled to himself.

Our Scientific community shall always prevail.., now if they could only design a good cup of Xxtemme instead of this disgusting slop they imported from our planet #3. Yuk, no wonder we are a hairless race, drinking this junk eliminates all types of those hairy growths other races appear to have upon their anatamies. Hmmm, maybe .....
A Knock on his door interrupted his continuous mental faculties, Who the .....

to be continued.....

Taken from the Historical History of the Tka-Chik Empire