We Can Help This Galaxy
The words written, hung on his wall, in the aged, unchanged script of Modallas, read, We Can Help This Galaxy.
The Helmsman's rapt gaze settled grimly over the few words set on the wall of the dimly lit chamber. It was the only room on Modallas he kept for himself.
No one, no Targan, had ever entered other than those who had done the actual construction. They had never seen the finished product which he caused to be created by their labor.