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Mjr. General Had-Medeen stood resolute with his arms behind his back. “The First Galactic War is over, sir, and the Aschen have the victory they intended -- but there is a price they will have to pay for it, one they will not recover from.” Had-Medeen replied, the ocular nodes of the mask darkening as the lighting of the bridge darkened. Nearby the General holograms began to active and swirl in the air. “We are broken but we are not beaten. Many of us have accepted defeat, not all of us have accepted it as final.” Had-Medeen slowly let his hands fall in front of him as the topic reached farther.

“These people here with me now are part of the 85th Star Fleet, the only Star Fleet vessels currently in this sector of space. Generally, a Star Fleet is larger than six ships. The war begun in this area of space, and so it will again sir.” Had-Medeen remarked as he turned to an interface on the bridge.

“Granted landing clearance we can continue these delegations in person, communicating across great distances gives the Aschen a benefit they do not need."