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As it was explained, both UPC officers would divert their gaze to the great lights, the fabrication process of the Aschens. Both inwardly admired the ingenuity, but refrained from displaying such externally. The Aschens clearly excelled technologically in more ways than one. One note was the use of workers in fabrication, something the UPC had phased out in favour of automated manufacturing. While AI were still beyond the UPC, programmable machines were one of their strongest investments, again trailing back to their desire for maximum efficiency.

"The UPC has learned from the past, and we tend to avoid mineral collection on habitable planets. We use them solely for population, farming and agriculture, as well as revitalization of Earthen animals." Stratcona submitted, having noticed Nash's displeasure concluding his explanation of Earth.

The offence of Earth's fate seemed deeply seeded within the Admiral, as she did not face her guests for a period.
"We hope to one day restore Earth to it's former glory, making it the oasis it once was." he paused, admiring the Aschen fabrication one finally time before the tram moved beyond visibility of the machinery.
"Perhaps, if all goes well diplomatically, we could all work together in such an endeavour."

When finally Nash would grace her guests, she would be doing so whilst thumbing an auspicious medallion of the faith. While Stratcona's beliefs were none that of gods, he had a respect for the structure and hope religion could provide. Additionally, many of the stories that accompanied the many faiths.
"Better to wage war in the unending heavens than on the oasis of one's home." commented the fellow, his tone having eased.
"Si vis pacem, para bellum." Captain Kalenskov added, though she remained stoic in stature, poised more so in her military discipline than friendly negotiator like the Admiral.

The promise of food was one the admiral never passed up, especially such of quality. He had not the luxury of trying Aschen cuisine, and was eager to try it. The Captain on the other hand finally displayed emotion across her otherwise blank expression, soon contorting into a subtle frown, one Stratcona clued into the moment shellfish was mentioned to be on the menu.
"I am terribly sorry for the fuss, Admiral Nash. While I am privy in trying such a delectable dish, I'm afraid my Captain is unable to partake." said captain, remained unmoved, though inwardly she wished her superior would not speak of her ailments.
"I'm afraid she is allergic to Shellfish, anaphylactic even. To eat shellfish has the potential to kill her."