Interlude One
In the cafeteria on the mother ship, everyone ate peacefully, until they heard loud shouting. (This had continued on and off for the past five hours. Who could argue for that long?) A few controllers broke out into snickers, and even laughter. Those echoes happened to be the voices of two of the most dangerous Vissers. (Visser Two was a ghost compared to the ever-dangerous Visser Three.) And they were trapped inside one room until they got along. People were already placing bets at the counter at one end of the room, and not all of them had human hosts with a sense of humor. None of them wanted them to get along mainly because they didn't want Visser Three to come out.
Chapman sat alone at a table at the far end of the room, and seemed unusually relaxed as he ate in silence. He noticed a waiter caring a tray deep into the depths of the ship, probably in the general direction of where the two tyrants were kept.
Interlude Two
A hologram of the council stood outside of the overly locked room. The look on some of their faces were priceless because of the constant bickering. Garoff looked down at the ground, his taloned hand covering his face as he shook his head back and forth. There was no hope for the Empire at this rate. They had to go through with it.
One of the Taxxons looked over at him and asked, "Shall we send the command?"
