The aftermath of the star pirate raid rippled across the Imperial Galaxy like a stone thrown into still waters, except this stone had been laced with poison. Although it was already exposed before, it was only in the chaotic Imperial system.
Neville sat cross-legged on his bed, light brain clutched in both hands, scrolling through the endless cascade of news articles that had flooded StarNet over the past week.
[GALACTIC HEALTH CRISIS: Pheromone-Disrupting Drugs Traced to Pirate Network]
[MERMAIDS IN TROUBLE: Oceanic Galaxy Seals Borders Amid Drug Trafficking Scandal]
[WATER KINGDOM WITHDRAWS FROM INTERSTELLAR TRADE—UNPRECEDENTED ISOLATION MEASURES]
[Host, you've been staring at the same three articles for forty-seven minutes,] Shelly's voice chimed in his consciousness.
