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"The hands of the Empire will not take up these oars without reason, minister." Most certainly not. No God-fearing Belkan or Azrik would take up arms in a war that would see them humiliated by allowing the beings they 'liberate' to remain free. That was not the way of the universe, that was not the way of the Hegemony. "The ship would lack a Belkan wind in her sails."

The God-King paused for a moment at the mention of the creature's name, a light twitch striking his nose for a moment causing a flicker in his expression. For a moment was the calm look of professionalism and imperial regality in his eyes, instead usurped by a vision of utter hatred - the evil that festered and grew inside the man, if he even was that anymore, and his once-mortal coil. But after that moment did it vanish, the monster having regained control over his body and the composure he so often exuded. "He will pay for his insolence... it is agreed, cousin."

Kampf's steely expression made that a point never to be doubted. "We will drink their blood from the skulls of our foes."

The man allowed his gaze to linger on the other leader for a moment longer before shifting it back in front of him, to the statue that so dwarfed even he - a giant among his people. "Only we will guide this galaxy to glory, Josef, and we alone. There stands no other now who could hope to match us or our potential, not even the Terrans you so proudly tout." His Austran features looked over the avatar of justice, of nobility.

How it made him ill.

"Then why should we not consider such people as the Rakistanis? Scatterran blood, a noble birth, or the Trantor, a people powerful and resourceful?" Kampf inquired, blinking as he pondered.

"Or Deep?"