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The Aschen responce to Kyrian brought with it the sound of his forehead hitting his palm. The over violent race before Kyrian had a major flaw in their reasoning, and Kyrian would be damned if he let it go this time. He immediately got back on comms.

"Don't give me that reach around shyte of a responce. I came here to watch the star shine and drink caffeinated beverages. Tell me, if someone came by your home and wanted to smell the flowers would you expect the worst of them and point a gun at them? Politically that is what you are doing, and I doubt the others of my kind would like that very much. And just imagine what other civilizations would think."

Kyrian knew that these mongrals would respond to something on their own level better than his own. Mentioning political conduct would put them in a vulnerable position. The last thing these people would want is a political incident on their hands, and the thought of others like him backing that play would only be more icing on the cake.

Granted Kyrian had little to no contact with other planeswalkers nowadays and other DataWorlds even less so, but the Aschen did not know that. Besides, he could probably summon at least two planeswalkers even without calling first to help make it more convincing if need be.

At this point the Aschen needed to be knocked down a few egotistical pegs, and realize that compared to some powers that be their entire nation was just a rock on its shoe. Kyrian didn't want bloodshed of any kind but these simple minded negative manifesting mortals were getting on his last nerve and he was about to pull off all the stops.