Continuation.

So here I sit, a thousand abandoned plans in front of me. It is obvious that my previous plans contained some flaw, but what eludes me. By all reasoning Jazz should have perished on Diamondus. I just didn't get it. All my genius, foolproof plans, all destroyed by just three individuals. How was that possible? I had taken everything into account. In exasperation I hit the table in front of me. Several sheets of paper and the book which I had placed nearby for inspiration fell on the floor. Wearily I bent down to pick them up.
The book had fallen open on a fable I had not read in a long time, titled simplt 'The Mule' As I read the short entry the moral of the story struck me, every truth has two sides. Suddenly a new path was apparent to me, I had certainly tried to take advantage of the Rabbits weaknesses, but I had never truly tried to discover what those weaknesses were! I obviously would need to study my foe more closely but how?
It was hours before I hit upon a solution, something so simple that a child could have thought of it. It would be a simple matter to go to Carrotus disguised, my appearance would be no problem, all Turtles looked alike to the Rabbits.

The next morning I was at the spaceport, which was crowded with Rabbits as usual. Only the Rabbits took pride in gloating over thier successes. They bent every planet to their will, surely it couldn't be too long before they destroyed one. No one noticed my, hardly surprising, even among Turtles I was hardly an imposing figure, but I was still worried. My 'disguise' consisted of little more than a tatty coat and new glases. Surely someone would notice?
I needn't have worried. Most of the Rabbits were too busy, pushing past in hurrying as usual. Those that did notice me were more concerned with laughing at the spectacle af a Turtle dodging the rapidly moving feet.
I had managed to hire a ship along with a Rabbit by the name of Hansel Veld; an engineer who was heading to Carrotus to work at one of their many military instalations. Although he didn't give me any information about his future employers, I did have a fascinating discussion about telentric feilds and plasma interaction. Had he known that a nanotechnic device disguised as a watch was recording his body movements, speech and thought patterns, I'm sure he would have been a lot less talkative.

"So you're heading to Carrotus too?"

"Oh yes, I plan on getting work there."

"Indeed, odd to see a Turtle heading to the center of our great empire, but then again, it is the greatest planet in the galaxy! By the way, what did you say you name was again?"

"Ash, Ash Vendell."

"Ah"

Our conversation thus concluded I spent the remainder of the trip planing my assimilation into the Rabbit society. It would be difficult, Rabbits held Turtles in contempt, and I would be under suspicion, especially on Carrotus. But I was confident my intelligence and dilligence would see my successs.