{Are you really planning on letting him and others live?} Nova asked the mont the eting ca to an end, after both sides ca to an agreent on what they were expected to do to end this war as quickly as possible.
“What do you think is the best ans of uniting people who were at odds with one another for millennia?”
{Fear, Anger, Hope...} Nova listed one after another, as all of them, depending on the situation, were possible ans of uniting people who were enemies.
“You are right about all of them, but isn’t hatred the best one? All of the others you ntioned require an outsider in order to be enough of a catalyst to trigger unity, but hatred, in this case, doesn’t need that, as they already hate each other enough. So what if we use that hatred and redirect it to those who were mostly benefiting from it, and allow everyone to be able to take it out on them?” Aron suggested, revealing the reason why he agreed to Kasron’s request of not dealing with them after everything was over.
{So you plan to let the people of the Conclave be able to vent their anger on the leaders who caused all of their problems?}
“That is one of many ways we are going to use to unite them, and because of the scale and number of individuals in the mix, we are going to need as many ans available as possible to target everyone,” Aron said with a smile that disappeared montarily, as if he was not proposing the creation of a star system filled with criminals deserving of death, left open for the Conclave to vent their anger.
{Are you not worried that he is going to escape?}
“It’s not that I’m not worried; it’s just that it doesn’t matter to the grand sche of things, because if he does that, we are going to be chasing him once everything settles, and by then our agreent would have beco null,” Aron said before his body slowly dissolved from the eting room, returning to the central command.
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As days passed and the empire continued to keep its word, the amount of fear that spread across the still-fighting civilizations was great. Despite all of those civilizations doing their best to keep the amount of information telling the true scale of the problems under control, even the small amount that slipped into the public was enough to cause a majority of them to shake in fear.
The only saving grace for the civilizations was that the scale of the empire’s pre-prepared attacks seed to have slowly started being confined to single star systems or sotis only a single planet. After five more days of the attacks getting smaller and smaller, they finally stopped completely. The stoppage went on for an entire week, during which nothing happened that could be attributed to the empire.
To so, the tapering down of the scale of the attacks was a sign of relief, as it ant they would finally be able to focus on the approaching imperial military instead of having to chase fires that kept erupting inside their and their allies’ civilizations, keeping them on their toes and wasting manpower, even if they were not the ones being attacked at that mont. But for others, the tapering appeared to be nothing but the lull before the storm. Instead of having a sigh of relief, they were worried even more, as it ant the empire was pulling the curtain on this avenue of warfare because they were now fully ready for a direct faceoff. This ant their surrender demand was now out of the window, and it was most likely going to be a fight to the last man.
The latter thinkers wouldn’t be entirely wrong, just so parts of it. Although the empire was truly closing that avenue of warfare, it was not because they didn’t have other major-scale internal attacks prepared, but because they were now no longer needed since they had an even better new avenue to exploit.
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“Any abnormal spatial movents in the sector?” a question was asked on the sector-wide communication network.
“None, everything is fine,” the Trinarian soldier responsible for spatial monitoring of the entire sector reported back with confidence.
Knowing that the empire already had a previous top-ten mber on their side following their surrender, along with many other forr Conclave mbers, they knew clearly that the empire had an informational advantage. The most important one was the spatial coordinates, which were either known between civilizations or the ones collected secretly by each of the civilizations that had now surrendered. This ant there was a chance they could erge from an unexpected area where a civilization had collected spatial coordinates centuries ago.
As a result, it now required Trinarians to be stationed in all of the important sectors to monitor spatial fluctuations and report imdiately the mont they sensed an anomaly.
“It doesn’t look like we are even past the first page of the war,” the Trinarian soldier said, turning to his fellow comrades who had been stationed in this sector with him.
As a truly united front, their unit consisted not only of Trinarians but also mbers from other top-ten civilizations, in order for each individual to use their strong points to cover for the weaknesses of others.
“I couldn’t agree more with you,” the Zelvora soldier said, agreeing with him completely.
Him talking with his mouth instead of through ntal waves showed exactly how close he considered them to be, as it was sothing many of them didn’t do unless they considered soone outside their civilization to be extrely close.
But just as he was about to add additional information and continue the conversation, his eyes blinked irregularly, but subtly enough that none of those in his surroundings were sensitive enough to discover it.
“Is sothing bothering you?” the Trinarian soldier asked, raising his eyes from the spaceship console to turn to the Zelvora soldier.
“Why?”
“Because you usually have a reasonable prediction when it cos to these matters, but you ntioned none this ti,” the Trinarian soldier said, reminding him of how he and nearly all of the Zelvora acted.
“It’s just that in the current situation, I don’t see a reasonable prediction as I really lack information, though sothing has just been made clear to ,” the Zelvora soldier said, his tone slower than normal, which to others made it appear as if he was feeling bad for not having a prediction or reasonable explanation as he usually did.
“Well, what is i..........” Just as the Trinarian soldier turned to ask what it was, curious as to where that clarity might have co from, he paused when his eyes landed on the Zelvora soldier. A single tear was falling from his left eye. Before he or anyone else could comprehend and do sothing about it, everything went dark for them.
And they were not the only ones who experienced it.
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