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“The Trantor representative would then stand up, and respond simply. “I am old. Very old. I am most likely one of the oldest beings in this sector, and then some,” the man said, “This is my.. 100th body replacement, and yet I still have to be amazed in the lack of foresight the Aschen are showing. By demanding a removal of an officer and fees of that height, that is an act which cannot be allowed. Rearming will just bring us back to this situation! And for your point about retreating ships is invalid. In Wars on the Homeworld, retreat offered no protection against military vessels., and we know that old religious claims should not be the driving point of national policy! That lead to the fall of the Holy Civilization on Homeworld..” The man seemed to nod at the wisdom of his on statement

The android body went on, his speech plain as he said,
“Survival?” Why should you be worried? My people are less than one weeks train trip from the UCON, if anything, we would be the first target of any warfare. Threatening weapons with weapons is what lead to the Homeworld’s destruction in atomic fire, so we would request you do not act in a manner which is unfit for a peaceful civilization. I would like to eventually produce an Act regulating these machines, but that is for a later time!”

The man then went on, “HOWEVER, we will compromise by sending over 50 frame equivalent vessels , as well as a Type Global SDF and fighter fleet as a payment. According to our Standard Model, they are triple what you asked for, and the technology transfer is more than fair, and the UCON will also receive a transfer of technology equivalent to this one. We must settle down, and be calm beings, as we all at the end of the day, rational sentient beings!”

In a back room, the orders were sent. “Frame, go out, and find that Aschen threat, you are no longer needed in the defense of Terra. We shall assign you another partner on the way,”, the black ops not confident in the diplomatic action. “May the Trade Force Fly with you.”

Who was this strange woman, with snow white hair ordering the Orbital Frame to retreat. Why did she appear, almost like a shroud of light, as she would walk away from the conference center, heading to one of the many Galaxy Rail Shuttles to points beyond.