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"i'm the high general. the one that negotiated the fact that you have a city at all" the high general replies, spotting the underhanded slight even if the clone hadn't meant it. After a good few minutes of watching the clone forces retreat, the gates open to invite the governer in to the rather changed city which would have probably surprised solaire and the clone emperor should they choose to visit against. While the governer would recognize the streamlined and efficient city layout which had most likely been described to him in the debriefing of his posting on the planet, the fuel lines embedded in the wall for small block units of bio generators intended for emergency power in case of the main electrical facilities going down was new and spoke of rather unprecedented rates for maximization and integration considering they already had incredibly small units able to be deployed at such a wide spread rate. The tram system had also been improved to the point that there was no actual reason not to use it to get around at incredibly rapid rates, the solar charging stations that powered the systems having been improved and optimized to the point that they were actually integrated into the trams themselves, allowing for it to go constantly albeit at a slightly slower pace so that people could actually get on it. One of the aforementioned trams was actually responsible for taking the governer directly from the gate to the gardening block and looked to have been developed and implemented especially for that route with rather comfortable seats and a fairly advanced air cooling system to assist with the desert heat.

When the governer actually arrives, he finds the gardening district to have completely changed from what he'd been told, the entire thing being one big greenhouse with new breeds of mystical flora, some of which sporting signs to their enclosure for staff to be the only ones allowed within due to specialty training. before he can think to sneak in though, he's actually witness to a small, boar like creature being dropped in only for the plants within to nearly instantly tear it to shreds while it was alive, the blue liquid produced from the action, that had been classified as 'mana' in his documents, being piped out through clear tubing and into a giant, central vat that people were still throwing random bits into. The tram deposits him at what appears to be a mix of break room and embassy, the second floor of which being where he was deposited which left him face to face with the high general that had been atop the gate when he'd first arrived, showing him just how sizable the sergals were when face to face.

"good to see you've arrived safely. the trams were the first to be repaired during the blackout but there was still worry with the experimental one. please, sit" The high general offers evenly, gesturing to a small chair at a rather large desk made of stone, seeming to have been specially made for the clones while the desk had not been, leaving his head barely popping up above the top of it. "i've come to understand that immigrants have begun to flood into your city. While this was to be expected, the size of people doing so was larger than anticipated so we need to renegotiate the terms of the contract so that you have more land, however that of course will come at a cost" the high general adds from behind his desk, typing at what the clones would think to be an antique computer that looked like something straight out of fallout with no actual graphics on screen and just cyan text on a black background, the entire thing being one, singular unit though it was obviously quite the upgrade over paper and quill which the high general had been subject to before. Behind the desk where row upon row of filing cabinets had been, there was only a singular server, the entire room cooled at a seperate temperature than the rest of the building, leaving it quite cold which the high general didn't seem to mind, his fur insulating him from the incredibly low temperatures.