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"Yeah. Space Nazis, sea Nazis. Next thing it'll be sand Nazis and then magma Nazis, and that last one just sounds scary." Aeryn remarked, smirking. "I've heard enough about Nazis to know that anything with them involved is prooobably mostly gonna involve being a colossal evil jerk on a broad scale. Comic book villain level shit. I mean c'mon, who rises out of the ocean to invade for any other reason than making good entertainment? Style points, sure, but it's gotta suck for the whole "winning" thing."

Apparently realising he was going off on one, or possibly in response to a swift kick from Elante under the table, Aeryn coughed and straightened his face. "But, seriously. I'm with Elante. All fine and dandy to stay out of wars until there's another glassing that we could have prevented but didn't because it was part of a war."

In her own seat, Aiedai's expression had remained unchanging throughout the discussion. It was only now that she - however briefly - spoke up. "There is much malice in their actions." she said, "There is desperation. Vengeance for a believed injustice. I do not believe they will ever be receptive to reason or diplomacy."