[b]Adam Agata's Office[/b]
"Yeah, we've known you're a spy for the last six months or so. The Boskops figured it out, but holy shit we didn't have any idea that there was Equestrian infighting! We didn't even think it was possible, we always thought the Equestrians had some kind of crazy gene or biased education system or... something that made a differing opinion in a way major enough to cause a civil war impossible! This is not good, the destructive forces the Equestrians can unleashed upon others, released upon themselves... it would be worse than the Common Sense War. We have to stop this! We have to take a side, negotiate peace, inject them all with nanobots and mind control them, something! There has to be a way! Tell me everything you know about this conflict, what Princesses support which ideologies, who has the most power, how likely it is they are willing to compromise, the whole deal!" Fergus suddenly stopped speaking, and his eyes teared up. He started breathing heavily, and his medical nanobots were apparently completely unable to compensate.
"I apologize, Mr. Agata, I have to... I have to go." He said hurriedly, dashing out the door as fast as his shaking legs could carry him. The moment he got outside, he pulled what would seem like a nasal spray at first glance and shoved it up his nose, pressing the button on it gently with his thumb to release the medication. His breathing didn't return to normal, but he was no longer tormented by the visions he had seen when it started. It was a memory that had only recently returned, the perspectives of ten billion people in his mind, each crying out for focus. But there was no focus on them, only on a single perspective. It was from the bridge of a human-designed starship during the Common Sense War, looking out over the rolling green plains of Gliese 581g. Every time it came back to him, he cried out in his mind [i]Do not fire! Spare them![/i] but the memory was always the same, a strange yet familiar voice ordering the launch of the nukes, and then the other perspectives disappeared with flashes of light, ten billion people, dead. 
"Shuroh... have to go to Shuroh. Have to go home."

[b]Lakfakalle[/b]
Dmitri made a discreet hand motion, and nanobots in the air entered the Equestrian diplomat, but only to deliver a message.
[i]"They do not attack you for having differing beliefs, they attack you for having similar beliefs. I wish it didn't have to come to this, but there is no other way. This will sound like a horrible thing to do, but you have to invade the minds of your citizens and collect their memories. I refuse to allow deaths in this war."[/i]
In the half second it took to deliver the message, Dmitri had alwaready turned to the Draconian.
"I accept your offer, if that theory is true, then the wisdom of your people is beyond that of any other. We would be stupid to not try to cultivate good relations with you."

[b]Nexen Attacks[/b]
Human words have easily fended off the current attack attempts due to their heavy defenses, and the other Federation races have come to their aid. However, nobody expects much out of Nexen and expects their attacks to end soon. They have no idea of the scale of the civil war at this point, and think nothing more than small skirmishes have come out of it. The AIF is completely clueless.