"Rakja Fleet. Very well. Did they keep the fruits of their slaves' labour on the planets or on their ships? Your plan did not really include the part where we would get spoils of war. After all, the Ragnarov Fleet can not simply move forward out of sheer goodwill. But if we know what to expect, this sounds like something that would nonetheless be in our interests. We may be in touch. For the time being, we will leave you in the care of Chief Medic Ceraun Farohm with Captain Vropda as a secondary caretaker. Sister, could you escort him to the medbays?" the General concluded, assuming the human would still answer his question.

As soon as he would be gone with Vropda and the guardsmen, Creft would contact the rest of the legislative council. Especially Fleet Admiral Teng. The first one to answer would nonetheless be Forever, like always. All the meeting calls went through the spokesman. "General. Did the drifter have anything useful to tell?" the sphinx like figure asked, shaking his mane from which grains of sand fell to the floor. The General's expression module came online and slowly the edges of his mouth started creeping upwards.

"You could say so, Spokesman. I think we have found our next mining operation."

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