Gando, Earth, February 19, 2255, 0600 Hours
"Madame President of the Coalition of the Federal Worlds, I highly advise you reconsider sending troops to Ravina. You must pull them off the planet before something bad happens to them" The ambassador from Ravina says to President Lian Silva with a malicious glint in his eyes as they are walking down the halls of the Octagon, base headquarters of the government of the CFW.
The President sighs as she says, "For the hundredth time Luke, I said no. There is a far greater danger than you lurking out there." She says the latter part as she points to the roof, meaning space.
Luke's voice takes on a melodramatic tone as he says, "But we need more freedom! We're not able to do anything without permission from tee central government."
"I said no, your 'liberal' planets have too much freedom as it is. Most of them are a pest and nuisance to the rest of the coalition. This conversation is over. Dismissed!" She says as she dimissively waves her hand. She walks into her room and slams the door, locking it behind her. Then she slumps against the wall, slaps her hand to her forehead and ponders to herself. Will this spineless coward of a man ever leave me alone?
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