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"That sounds like a prudent coarse of action," added the Confessor. The whole room felt lighter without Shimizu, although his offer of a private negotiation with Thrawn was deeply troubling for two reasons. First, that man was a snake through, and through, as well as the single most powerful man in all of the Andromeda System. It didn't bode well. Secondly she'd be damned if the Taiyou would be the ones to kill the haughty Chiss instead of her.

In fact the second she was out of the conference room she'd be arranging for the use of Terran-side IIA assets, as well the deployment of several hitsquads to secure, torture, and murder the bulk of Thrawn's closest confidants. He would be made to suffer before his, now quite inevitable, death.

"I'll arrange for fellow members of the Cabal to escourt you to your ship, Thrawn. And don't worry about any improprieties on our part, once Sire Zarek, Defense Minister Chaska, and Admiral Inviere have had time to discuss these matters with deligates from the Qurom I will personally present your offer to His Grace." She turned to face the alien once more, offering him a smile that simply oozed with contempt. "Please give your Prime Minister my sincerest regards, and if I may be so bold, a bit of heartfelt advice. The next time she, or Wing City desires something of the Aschen, it would be be wise if they sent someone who wasn't completely ignorant in reguards to our culture. Or in general for that matter, to negotiate."

With that she gestured towards the door, making it clear just how over the meeting was. She herself began to stride towards it, eager to proceed with her own agenda. If things panned out the way she was hoping, or more accurately if she could sell her idea to Prince well enough, she'd be on Terra herself within the week. She longed to return to that cesspit of the inferior, and prove herself. Anything at all to wipe away the shame of her still too recent failure.