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Josef drew an arm about him, gesturing not to the church, but the space that surrounded the two titans on the pews. "The ore lays all about us, cousin." The galaxy was there for the taking, held in the hands of incompetent and foolish races, machinations and automatons of beings long-forgotten and obsolete. "All it needs are Scatterrans hands to shovel it into the furnace of war, the crucible of conflict. Through it, cousin Josef..."

He paused, smiling as his expression softened, "... we can smelt it into something truly beautiful." A Scatterran galaxy, in their name and no others'. That was what Kampf desired, save for one detail - that it lay under his dominion alone. "There is a reason why we recovered the archives, why we are here and they are not." Kampf paused in his quiet verbal assault, sighing as he considered the state of affairs, how his nation stood ready to plunge this galaxy into the fires of war the likes of which it had not seen for millions of years.

"Then minister... where do we belong?"