"Put simply, yes." Laura responded as the diplomat took her pause, waiting for the Erutin to consider the position, giving her time to reflect upon things... especially her role as an Aschen. It was, after all, her born duty to bring honor, happiness and prosperity to her people - her race - and was she not doing such? Though millions, if not billions, might die in the coming conflict, does the end not justify the means? A glorious, united and proud Aschen state would prove to be a reckoning force in the galaxy - one both respected and feared - no longer hindered by the concepts of ethics or democracy. However, Laura was soon reminded of her duty to her lord as the diplomat spoke once more, yet another people having been offended by the corrupt regime that proclaimed itself rightful. "So they have proven to not only threaten us, but insult those who have proven to be proper and level-headed in these dark times? Such a revelation brings me much shame, please accept my condolences, madam, and pass them to Her Highness."
"And such a matter is not an issue, Bamboo, the Coalition is our own... cross to bear?" She was unsure how to use the ancient christian idiom, a religion both alien and strange to her. "Regardless, the Coalition is our phantom, and we shall deal with them ourselves. I find myself, and surely my company, further indebted to you, madam, for your diligent efforts of negotiation with Her Esteemed Majesty. The consideration of this offer excites us, and I'm sure His Imperial Majesty will be quite pleased with your consideration. Perhaps a visit might be in order?"