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; Regievko took a deep breath while he digested the topic between them and the gravity of the weight now forming upon the men of government who heralded the lives of trillions, countless more in masses so far removed. As he thought his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared just a bit, the ideas of the galaxy as a place greater than it now was enough to blind him at the words that came around it.

“The Union of Prosperity will have means for war, Emperor, but we will be clear and irresolute with this military. These oars will be commanded by men of heart and thought that will see the prosperity of our cousins that are so dirty and beneath us, as you grant.” He said while he put his hands against the back of the pew in front of him, adjusting his legs while looking at a mural at a near wall of a man upon a great beach of sand; at a small plaque below, ‘the Kopenhein Peninsula, 1392‘ was written in several different languages.

“This McGregor ... the one you’ve just so happened to have killed a while ago ... under another auspice of war ... has earned the Aschen a punishment that must be administrated, that is not debated.” Regievko remarked, a wave of his hand to the Belkan near him.

“A Scatterran galaxy is a human galaxy, and Scatterrans are the allies of people deserving a chance to redeem themselves like the Terrans. A Scatterran galaxy is where supremacy lays with a just and powerful figure.”