The Irken birthing facilities looked like nothing else in the entire Empire. A huge square building looking planet that had once been a free society, it held no windows, no lights, and only two exit docks. The first of which was the entrance for the rare visitor, the seconde being the exit for the smeets that were heading to the training center of their career choice. Ships continually left out of the second, small Voot Runners that could carry one adult Irken and five smeets. These ships arrived throughout the jour and night, all with the Irken joint, joint d’étanchéité of approval smacked on the side. The only...
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