text: [Themes: sci-fi, science fiction]
  
  "Achilles!"
  
  You look up from your current project, a plan to reinforce CDF with retired attack animals such as Dogs, Flurets, Fenrir and Pumi Garavan, and turn to Cabana.
  
  "What?"
  
  "There's a lot of complaints about... Well, everybody, about the level of tech we have in the army. It seems most military tech comes from the Elysium project."
  
  "Oh yeah." Admiral Yarcel yells. "What the hell's with the Greek names? I'm getting really sick of all the Greek goddamn names of the tech my men are using."
  
  "All Probiscan tech is named after sea creatures."
  
  "Well, alright. We'll keep some of the terrible Greek names. But we need new tech."
  
  "There's the Daedalus Facility on the Daedalus moon. They're working on new tech." Cabana adds.
  
  > Disagree
  "No. Keep the tech the same. Let's go meet the Scairtt as soon as possible."
  
  > Continue
  "Come on. We have to go. Let's go talk to some fishes." Cabana says.
  
  Delta-1, Yarcel, Cabana and Thar'Kaan stand at the exit of the War Room.
  
  You stand, and begin walking to the shuttle that'll take you to the Ocean's Tear, a Scairtt ship.
  
  "So, no offense Kaan, but why are you here?" Cabana asks.
  
  "I'm a tactical genius, feared warrior and representative of the Thar'Garavan. Why are you here, Cabana?" Thar'Kaan replies.
  
  "Dozens of Garavan tribes have hunted Scairtt ships for salvage. What are the odds that the Scairtt we're meeting were attacked by Garavan? Hell, what are the odds they were attacked by you personally, Thar'Kaan?"
  
  "If I had attacked them they'd all be dead." Thar'Kaan replies.
  
  "How the hell is this guy a politician?" Cabana asks, frustrated.
  
  "Gentlemen, if needs be, I will personally kill both of you to make sure this negotiations meeting goes well. So shut the hell up."
  
  "Yes, Sir." Thar'Kaan replies.
  
  "Alright." Cabana says.
  
  You enter the area, and immediately begin putting on the scuba gear you'll need to move around and to even survive on the ship. You enter the shuttle, which has been specifically designed for boarding Sciartt ships.
  
  "Alright. make sure your translator is switched to Scairtt. The translators have only just been programmed for this new language, so expect there to be translation errors." You say.
  
  "General, in the situation when we're attacked by Scairtt, where is there weak spot?" Delta-1 asks.
  
  "We're on a diplomacy mission. We're not going to get attacked.
  
  "Hypothetically, where should I try to bayonet?"
  
  "I'm not answering that question, Delta-1." You reply.
  
  "Do the Scairtt consume alcohol?" Grand Admiral Yarcel asks.
  
  "I don't know. Does it matter?" You reply.
  
  "Will they have drinks for us, is the real question?" The Probiscan asks.
  
  "If you get drunk, I will burn you alive, Yarcel. The amount drink, you'll burn quickly."
  
  "In an attempt to subvert the previous terrible questions, do the Sciartt have any particular customs to follow?" Cabana asks.
  
  "Don't look at them for too long at a time. Try to make the swimming as natural as possible. Bad swimming unnerves them. Other than that, just use the Golden Rule."
  
  "I thought we weren't killing them." Thar'Kaan asks.
  
  "I don't know what the Golden Rule is to your kind, so I'll make his simpler: Be kind and polite or I'll shatter your spine and leave you out for the Flurets." You say.
  
  The room, or shuttle, quiets down. After a few minutes, the shuttle docks into the Ocean's Tear. Suddenly, the shuttle begins filling with water. Another few minutes later, the entire shuttle is filled with water, and the doors can finally open.
  
  The doors open, and two Scairtt stand, holding harpoon guns. The Scairtt are grey, and look like a cross between a shark and a manta ray, with two fin-arms to hold the harpoon.
  
  "Greetings, Coalition members. I am Admiral Kara. I am pleased to welcome you to the Ocean's Tear. I have been told you wish to *UNTRANSLATABLE*... To "request" some of our forces to fight the Great Army."
  
  "Yes, Admiral."
  
  "Very well. Let us continue this conversation in the Bridge."
  
  > Continue
  You swim into a massive room, covered with consoles and screens where Scairtt soldiers work. Two more Sciartt swim up to you.
  
  "Greetings." One says. "I am Grand Admiral La. This is Admiral Flo."
  
  "I am General Achilles. This is Commander Delta-1, Senator Cabana, Lesser Chieftain Thar'Kaan and Grand Admiral Yarcel." You reply.
  
  "General, to cut to the point, I'm not sure what we have to offer. We Scairtt have very few soldiers. Our navies, both space and water-based, are strong, but the Chykri have not deployed aquatic forces. So I assume you have come here for our Space Navies."
  
  "That's correct, Grand Admiral."
  
  "Well... Our forces are weak. We've taken many losses. We lost a large part of our forces in the Ice-World Invasions, where Moogli forces wiped out many of our soldiers. We lost many more of our vessels during the Garavan Wars. We only have a small force left. Most of what we have is right here, in this fleet."
  
  "Commander, we need to stay strong. If we stand together, we'll beat the Chykri. If we don't stand together, they'll hunt us down one by one."
  
  The Scairtt pauses.
  
  "We will think. Let us relax. There are refreshments."
  
  A Scairtt holding a metal platter swims up, with several cigars on it, as well as pieces of meat.
  
  "I heard you enjoy cigars. Please, take one."
  
  You pause, looking at the Scairtt, who seems to be being serious.
  
  "We're underwater." You say.
  
  "Yes." The Grand Admiral replies.
  
  "How will I light my cigar?"
  
  The Sciartt pauses.
  
  "Well... I didn't know you lit cigars. I was hoping they were edible. Well. I shall take you to the Air Rooms."
  
  You follow the Scairtt to a small room, with an a small island of space by the water. You climb up, and remove your mask, as does the rest of your diplomacy team. A Scairtt pops his horrifying head out of the water, offering you a soggy cigar.
  
  > take the Cigar
  You take the soggy cigar and light it. You took a deep breath, which isn't great, but the Scairtt seem pleased you took it.
  
  "Alright. Let's get to work discussing this." Grand Admiral La says.
  
  You nod, and Thar'Kaan steps forward.
  
  "You were telling us how many troops you will commit to the Coalition."
  
  "We cannot afford to..."
  
  "Admiral, we need more men. We won't be taking no for an answer."
  
  "Of course, Garavan. Why don't you take the Pool of Light, the Patient Hunter, the Stalking Predator, the Golden Light, the Hope of All and the Great Savior? But wait, you can't. All of those ships, and many more, were destroyed and salvaged by your kind. The occupants were murdered by your kind."
  
  "Continue acting this way and the Ocean's Tear will join their numbers."
  
  This is getting out of hand. You need to stop them.
  
  > stop Thar'Kaan
  How would you like to stop him?
  
  > punch him
  You swing your fist, knocking Thar'Kaan into a wall. Thar'Kaan snarls, before nodding his head.
  
  "Apologies, Thar'Achilles. I respect your strength. I shall return to the shuttle and cease causing issues."
  
  The Garavan dives into the water and begins swimming back to the shuttle.
  
  "Thank you for defending me, Achilles. It's good to know you will stick up for the Scairtt." The Admiral says.
  
  Cabana chuckles, and you raise an eyebrow.
  
  "You got a Lesser Chieftain to call you Thar." He says.
  
  "So?" You ask.
  
  "Thar means Great. You made a Lesser Chieftain your bitch. That's impressive."
  
  > get back to discussing forces with Grand Admiral La
  "To get back on point, Grand Admiral La, we need the forces to survive. If we stand together, we will survive."
  
  Grand Admiral La pauses.
  
  "Perhaps I can give some forces to the Coalition. No, I definitely will, for the good of my people and yours. Would you like to see the Scairtt forces?"
  
  > No
  "Oh. I would've hoped you'd at least have the interest to see the forces I'd give you. Alright then, I guess we have nothing else to discuss."
  
  > leave the ship
  You swim back to the shuttle, and take your seats. Thar'Kaan is there waiting.
  
  "Goodbye, Achilles." Grand Admiral La says.
  
  "Goodbye, La." You reply.
  
  The shuttle doors shut closed, and water begins being drained out of the shuttle.
  
  "So War Council, what do you think of the forces?" You ask.
  
  "They're a bunch of overly-pacifistic fish who wouldn't know a battle if it was charging there bunkers with bayonets, but their ships are impressive." Delta-1 says.
  
  "Their strength will be good to have." Thar'Kaan says. "Though on a personal level, I hope the Great Hunter has their scent."
  
  "I agree with Delta-1 to some extent." Yarcel adds. "I don't want some goddamn poets fighting with me. I want men. I want the grunts. I wouldn't trust them not to run in a navel battle. But realistically, we need their firepower, and their ships are impressive. The Maw could destroy every single one of them, but that's neither here nor there."
  
  "Well, we need the men. There's not much else to say." Cabana says.
  
  The water finishes being pumped out of shuttle and departs from the Ocean's Tear.
  
  "Let's get back to the ship. We have more planning to do."
  
  > Continue
  You retire to your office after a hot shower to warm up after the cold water that had filled the Scairtt ship, and pour yourself a glass of Scotch, and find a cigar.
  
  > invite Cabana
  You grab your tablet and send Cabana a message. You pour two glasses of scotch, and Cabana enters the room after a few minutes.
  
  "Achilles, I've been meaning to talk to you. The Crim T'Saina Garavan Tribe..." Cabana begins.
  
  "Cabana, shut up. I'm tired. Let's just have a drink together."
  
  "Yeah, sure. That'd be great." Cabana says, sitting down and grabbing one of the glasses. "So, how's the wife?"
  
  "She's fine. Yours?"
  
  "I don't want to curse it, but I think she might be pregnant." Cabana says, taking a long sip of Scotch.
  
  "Really? Congratulations, Cabana."
  
  "Yeah. I just hope to God he's not born with..."
  
  "Your condition?" You say, sweeping a hand in the direction of Cabana's sickly skin covered in a thin layer of music and various other ailments.
  
  "I was going to say his mother's sense of humor, but that too." Cabana replies, giving his trademark yet horrifying grin as the skin around his mouth contorts and cracks.
  
  "Well, congratulations none the less."
  
  "Yeah, thanks. So, what's our plan for the future? We met the fish, and made some new tech for the men."
  
  "We have the Unification Tour. We're touring the various homeworlds to talk about how brave the men are, how evil the Chykri are and so forth. It's mainly to raise morale and compliment the soldiers on their work in the Coalition-Alliance War."
  
  Cabana frowns.
  
  "Complimenting the soldiers for their work in the Coalition-Alliance War? What about the Probiscan worlds, the Antimite Worlds, the Moogli worlds? Are we going to compliment them for killing humans?"
  
  "Perhaps. Shit, how did we get on to talking about work? I'm tired. Let's get back to drinking."
  
  You both finish your glass, and pour yourselves another drink.
  
  "To the Coalition!" Cabana toasts.
  
  "To the Coalition!" You reply.
  
  > Continue
  "Achilles, we need to start planning the "Campaign of Victory"."
  
  "The what?"
  
  "We've discussed this, remember? The Campaign of Victory, where you make shitty feel-good speeches to raise morale and praise the soldiers for their efforts in the war? Giving medals and kissing babies?"
  
  "Oh, yeah. What needs to be planned?
  
  "Whether you'll be visiting the Alliance planets. On one hand, if you don't go you'll be pissing off the Alliance grunts. If you do, you'll be complimenting the Alliance soldiers we fought against and pissing off our men. Well, the Old Coalition's men. Then again, you'll be the one who has to pin the medals on the blue-skins and the metal geeks and the horny, horny Antimites. Then again, I have a level of respect for the horny, horny Antimites. Had sex with one before I got married. Do you know where Antimite genitals are? In the mouth. behind the tongue. I remember finding that out. So there we were, naked as can be, when..."
  
  "Cabana, do you remember the massive army that's preparing to wipe us out and destroy our very way of life?"
  
  "Yeah, of course."
  
  "So why the hell are you talking about the weird, xenos sex?"
  
  "Alright, lighten up, Achilles. So, will you visit the Alliance planets?"
  
  > Can't
  "I can't go to the Alliance worlds. Do you know how many of them are pissed off with me after we kicked there ass in the war? They'd all try to assassinate me."
  
  "Yeah, you're right. Fuck them all, anyway. I wouldn't want to compliment some Alliance shits for killing a dozen of our men either. Humanity, fuck yeah! Fuck the Alliance. In fact, fuck all aliens. Except, of course, my loving father. Actually, fuck him, too."
  
  "Your father?"
  
  "My dad was very unloving. He never took me fishing, he never taught me how to ride my bike, he never paid a dime in child support..."
  
  "Your dad was a parasite."
  
  "Well, yeah, but that doesn't invalidate my complaints. We have to go visit the Thar'Garavan."
  
  > visit the Thar'Garavan Flagship
  You sit in a small shuttle, sitting next to Cabana and Thar'Kaan.
  
  "So Kaan, if bullets start flying, are you going to be helping me or killing me?" Cabana asks.
  
  "My loyalty is to Thar'Achilles and the Coalition." Thar'Kaan replies.
  
  "Good to know you'll be on my side."
  
  "My loyalty's to Thar'Achilles. If bullets start flying, I'm using you as a shield."
  
  "Ah. Thanks." Cabana frowns.
  
  The ship begins the docking process as the pilot's voice comes over the intercom.
  
  "We are now boarding the Thar'Garavan ship. I'll keep the engines running and my gun loaded should something go wrong." The pilot says.
  
  The shuttle doors open, and two Garavan Warriors stand at either side of you.
  
  "Thar'Kaan. You are home. This pleases me." One of them says.
  
  "Dant. You are still alive. I thought a Moogli sniper had taken your head off." Thar Kaan replies.
  
  "No, that was the Kitan."
  
  "Ah. Well, it's good to see you're alive. We must share a drink some time." Thar'Kaan replies. "But now, I must go find the Great Chambers. Thar'Achilles is making a speech."
  
  "Down the hall and to the left." Dant replies.
  
  You walk down the small, closed hall and take the door on the left, into a large area. You walk to the podium, and take your post, making the same speech as before. The Garavan seem impressed though, and you know their bloodthirsty nature means they're looking forward to a long, brutal fight. There's several more tribes than the Thar'Garavan here, obviously coming to here the speech and prepare for the war. As you step down from the podium, Thar'Kaan leads you aside, towards the massive throne sitting at the back. A large Garavan covered in golden chains sits there, who you recognize as Greater Chieftain Garavan.
  
  "Hello, Achilles. That was a good speech. My warriors are ready to fight and die for you."
  
  "Thank you, Greater Chieftain Garavan."
  
  "Of course, my warriors will not be able to fight as well as they should. We gain most of our tech from raiding and scavenging from enemies. Now that the Coalition has been formed, our only enemy is the Chykri, whose vehicles are unusable to all but them. So we don't have nearly enough equipment to sustain our soldiers. I'd like to know if you can give us some vehicles and equipment."
  
  > give the Thar'Garavan the best technology
  "I'll make sure you get the very best, top of the line tech, Chieftain."
  
  "Good, good. Thank you, Achilles. Technology is the sword of today, and you are giving my men sharp swords so we can do what is necessary: Wiping out the Chykri."
  
  The Garavan Tribes' relationship with you improves substantially after that, but there are issues. There's resentment among the Coalition that the Garavan are being given the same and in some cases, better tech than them. The Garavan's inability to use the tech to it's full powers also causes minor inconveniences, but the Garavan forces are now sufficiently prepared for the war.
  
  > Continue
  You make several more speeches on Garavan ships and worlds, riling them up for the upcoming battles and securing their loyalty. Your final destination of the tour of the Campaign of Victory is the Olympus, the Coalition flagship.
  
  > Continue
  Before you depart for the Olympus, your good relationship with the Scairtt manages to get them to negotiate a fuel deal with the Scairtt, as they switch from using Garavan Diesel to Coalition fuel, due to their hatred of the Garavan. This improves your relationship the Scairtt further, makes the old-Coalition races happier and the resulting trading deals mean you're able to gain more funding for the Coalition war machine.
  
  > Continue
  You walk along the hallways of the Olympus, towards the Grand Senate Chambers, which now holds a massive audience. You walk to the podium, and look out at the massive population.
  
  "Ladies and Gentlemen of the Coalition. Humans, Tarn, Mundar, Clones, Remnants, Chosen, Scairtt, Probiscans, Moogli, Antimites, Brain Bugs, Creators and Garavan. I'm here to thank you for all your service. If it were up to me, every goddamn soldier here would get a medal, a pension and a cushiony retirement. But I can't give you that. The Chykri are at our door. They will not take prisoners. They will not show mercy. They will set our worlds alight. They will destroy our entire way of life, everything we love, everything we are. That's why I'm asking your to stand with me. Look at what we've accomplished together. We've built an empire that our ancestors wouldn't have even been able to comprehend. We have a military that could march through the Pearly Gates and conquer heaven. So I need you to stand with me to stop the Chykri. They will burn our worlds one by one, slaughter our families and destroy our homes. Will you let them, or will you stand by me? I promise you, if we stand again, we will preserve. We will survive. We will win."
  
  The room breaks into applause, and you turn to begin conversing with the Senators, who all presumably have a new and different brand of bullshit to peddle you. It looks like it'll be a great evening. As multiple leaders begin to converge on your location, you briefly wonder if you can kill them all before the guards manage to off you. But a Tarn Drone interrupts your thoughts and pulls you aside.
  
  "Achilles. It's good to see you again. I'd like to make a request."
  
  "Really? You mean you're asking me to solve a problem? What are the odds?"
  
  "Power is turning you into a massive dick, Achilles."
  
  "Yeah, sorry. What do you need?"
  
  "I've lost many Tarn drones. I need to reproduce. To do that, I'll need to have considerable resources, mainly food and medical supplies to my needs. Then I can begin reproducing."
  
  You briefly wonder about how he reproduces, and quickly come to the opinion it must be millions of drones having sex. You gag, and attempt not to puke.
  
  "Will my needs my looked after?"
  
  > say "Yes."
  "Of course, Tarn."
  
  "Thank you, General."
  
  You begin diverting massive amounts of food and medical supplies to the Tarn hiveworlds. This results in massive amounts of cargo ship crews vomiting at the thought, and for the most unlucky ones sight of Tarn intercourse, as well as the fact that these resources have to be diverted. The result is a boom in the Tarn population, many of which turn to the military, increasing your military capabilities. Though the cost of this is many broken, scarred minds of cargo ship crews and yourself. You doubt it's worth it.
  
  > Continue
  The tall, slender Ramos-Ram manages to slip through the crowd and reach you next.
  
  "Senator Achilles, how are you?"
  
  "There's multiple people heading towards me to ask me to settle their shitty problems and authorize their moronic plan. What do you want?"
  
  "I want to know if you'll authorize the use of APAINIT-X12 in Cloning, in regards to the warrior and soldier archtypes."
  
  "Go on."
  
  "The chemical in question is designed to increase hormone levels and fast growth. This would greatly decrease the time needed to reach adulthood, currently sixteen years, which would drop to twelve years, and eight with further research and development."
  
  > authorize the chemical
  You decide to authorize the use of the chemical, which is immediately put in use. Unfortunately, the chemical has some minor defects that badly affect the clone soldiers, and the minimization of childhood among the clones causes serious mental issues among the soldiers, which causes many of the newest generation of clones to suffer from many new issues and to be considerably less effective. As well as this you get some heat for allowing this from the Coalition forces.
  
  > Continue
  Next to make their way to you is a massive Remnant known as Spear-9.
  
  "General." The robot says.
  
  "How can I help you?"
  
  "Recent archeological discoveries have unearthed an Ancient factory."
  
  "Go on."
  
  "This facility was used to make my kind. The archeologists wish to prevent us from using these facilities to begin manufacturing as it would damage important bits of history, and destroy massive amounts of knowledge about the Ancients and destroy our history. I would like you to overrule this judgement."
  
  > allow the Remnants to use the facility
  "Sure. I'll have the judgment overruled."
  
  "Good. Thank you, General."
  
  The facilities are converted, destroying massive amounts of information on the Ancients and bits of history, but the facilities are converted into remaking bodies for uploaded Remnant minds, which allows your military population to grow considerably.
  
  > Continue
  Finally, the slowest of the Coalition leaders, a large Chosen in his suit filled with the Great Many, the sentient goo they worship that's always unnerved you. You've heard descriptions of what it's like to be combined with the goo, such as hearing "billions of helpful voices" and "a melding of souls to achieve Nirvana", but that only makes the prospect seem more terrifying. The massive creature walks up to you, and begins speaking in a dull monotone voice.
  
  "Hello, Senator."
  
  "High Priest. What do you want?" You reply, glancing at the two extra large cylinders of goo coming out of his shoulders to indicate his rank.
  
  "Nothing more than to thank you for the lovely speech and pledge the support of the Chosen to your cause."
  
  "And...?"
  
  "That is all."
  
  "Oh. Thank you."
  
  You turn to Cabana, who strolls up to you.
  
  "What'd the religious fanatic want?"
  
  "Nothing."
  
  "Really? That's somehow terrifying. What the hell's his motive, anyhow? I never trust the religious. If you've got an imaginary friend who you'll kill for and think that when you die you'll go to paradise, you're basically one step away from suicide bombing a starship. Especially Christian Aliens. Those bastards are always high and mighty because THEIR ancestors never committed the original sin, like that shit's real. Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I went drinking with a Buddhist Garavan, a Chosen, a Moogli Hardskin and a Antimite Prince? It sounds like the start of a bad joke, but we ended up getting in a fight with some Probiscan starship sailors when someone strapped a pipe bomb to a Walker..."
  
  "I've heard the story, Cabana. You ended up blowing up a cargo ship's engines, hiding in the jungle from police for three days before ending up marching in the Antimite Prince's parade of honor."
  
  "Yeah, those were my teenage years. Well shit, let's get outta here before more people get here to talk to you about inane shit."
  
  > Continue
  "I never really wanted to stay in a single tribe. I spent forty years as a Hard-skin, forty as a Black-heart, forty as a Wide-eye, fifty as a Soft-skin. Then I served as a Commissar for about sixty years. I plan to spend another twenty years doing this before a nice retirement to raise my own clan." Commissar Mast says. "I find following all Moogli paths of life is the best way too live."
  
  "I've always found your long lives quite enviable. Humans get less than two centuries." You reply.
  
  "Oh boohoo. I'm fifty years old. I got another thirty, maybe forty years on the clock, and ten of those involve me being pumped full of nanobots." Grand Admiral Yarcel says.
  
  "Well, with the new Eternal Project gaining traction, our organic bodies might only be used during a fraction of our lives." Ashley-Dante says.
  
  "I will end you!!" Someone yells from inside the war room.
  
  "There's no heart, no soul in a machine. Your death will be quick and joyless."
  
  You, Mast, Ashley-Dante and Yarcel draw their arms and burst into the war room, and see Thar'Kann and Delta-1 facing off. Thar'Kaan holds two long, serrated knives while Delta-1 raises two metallic fists. Commissar Mast and Grand Admiral Yarcel charge forward and attempt to hold the massive remnant back. Thar'Kaan raises his knives to strike, but in the blink of an eye he's on the ground with a broken snout with Ashley-Dante holding both knives to his throat.
  
  "What the hell is the wrong with you two? We've got an army of cyborg monsters coming for all of us and you two are fighting in the goddamn war room?"
  
  "The lizard savage has been ordering his men to cut up dead Remnants and make them into tanks and ships! He's doing that to my men!"
  
  "They're dead. We honor them in reusing them."
  
  "Fuck you, you scaly bastard!" The Remnant strains, and you need to add your strength to Mast and Yarcel's in holding him down.
  
  "As soon as this bitch gets off me, I'll... AAAARGH!" Thar'Kaan yells as Ashley-Dante sticks a blade through his shoulder.
  
  You turn to Delta-1, and look him in his eye, or his camera that acts as an eye, and furrow your brow.
  
  "If I let you up, will you stop trying to kill Thar'Kaan?"
  
  "Yes, General. Sorry, General."
  
  You let Delta-1 stand, and Ashley-Dante releases Thar'Kaan, who's bleeding heavily.
  
  "Now, explain the goddamn problem." You say. "Delta-1. Talk."
  
  "After recent Chykri attacks a lot of Remnants have been killed. Thar'Kaan ordered his men to steal the corpses of Remnants who fought and died for the Coalition, and savage their bodies for their own needs." Delta-1 says.
  
  "OK, Thar'Kaan, what's your side of the story?"
  
  "Everything Delta-1 says is true. But we're not savaging them. They gave their lives to the Coalition. Surely they would want their bodies to be given for the cause. We do it to honor them."
  
  "Achilles, tell the scaly bastard to stop doing this."
  
  "Thar'Achilles will do no such thing. He knows that war is harsh."
  
  > Support Delta-1
  "Thar'Kaan, I order you to stop doing this. Give the remaining Remnant bodies back to the Remnants. I swear to Christ if you don't there'll be hell to pay."
  
  "I will, Thar'Achilles." Thar'Kaan says, clearly annoyed.
  
  "Thank you." Delta-1 says.
  
  "Next person who fights in the war council gets tied up and put in a room with Ashely-Dante and a dull blade."
  
  Ashley-Dante smirks at that idea.
  
  "Now, let's get back to work. What's first?"
  
  "You were heading to the Reformation of the Coaltion's laws at the Olympus. We're docked next to them." Grand Admiral Yarcel says.
  
  "Oh, shit. I have to go. Ashley-Dante, if anyone fights you have my permission to break both their legs, or lower body in General Gig's case."
  
  "Gladly, sir." She replies.
  
  You turn and head to your personal shuttle bay.
  
  > Continue
  Before you leave, General Gig calls you back.
  
  "What's the problem?" You ask.
  
  "There's been a series of violent attacks on ex-Alliance citizens. CDF raided a Probiscan neighborhood aboard the Songbird, a pair of Creators were executed by former-soldiers and just today several Brain Bugs were burned alive in their ships."
  
  "What's the cause of this?"
  
  "Coalition citizens are pissed off that the Alliance has joined the Coalition, and they're taking action. We need soldiers to put down this Anti-Alliance movement and restore order. Can I have it?"
  
  > Sure
  "I'll have soldiers taken from military outposts to enforce law in the trouble-maker zones."
  
  "Thank you, Senator."
  
  You quickly send the soldiers to enforce order. There's unrest among Coalition people who feel they're being persecuted and Chykri attacks become more brutal in areas where the soldiers are taken from. There's a lot of support from the Alliance community, so that's a plus. Still, that's unimportant now. You're late for the Coalition Laws change.
  
  > Continue
  You finally make your way to the Olympus and start marching towards your seat. You sit down next to Cabana, and an attendant hands you a cigar.
  
  "Thanks." You say, lighting the cigar.
  
  "Let's get to work writing some laws."
  
  "Yeah."
  
  > begin making laws
  Due to your fame as a general and the power you've gained for humanity, you have immense power in the decision making, and as the leader of humanity, the most powerful race in the Coalition, you'll be in charge of looking at the law, looking at public opinion and deciding on whether to pass or deny the law. The other Senators are there to advise you, but you'll be making the final decision.
  
  > begin with the first Law proposal
  The Head of the Coalition's Judicial Branch, an elderly, bespectacled human man walks up and takes the stage.
  
  "Greetings, Senators, most especially Senator Achilles. We have multiple laws to go through, but the first is the issue of the harshest sentence we can give out. The Probiscans, Remnants, Mundar Dwellers, Moogli and Creators want to legalize the death sentence, while the Garavan have been outvoted on their choice for castration and enslavement, so they're also began following the death sentence idea. The Humans, Brain Bugs, Chosen, Antimites, Scairtt, Tarn and Clones are against the death penalty, and want life imprisonment on a Penal Ship or Colony. These are the two options."
  
  > legalize the Death Sentence
  "The Death Sentence is the only fair choice. A life for a life." You say.
  
  There's a brief burst of chatter among the Senators, but it calms down quickly.
  
  "Yes, Senator. I'll make sure the changes are put into place immediately. But for now, we have to move onto the next subject: The issue of cannibalism, both of one's own species and other sentient species."
  
  > Continue
  "Cannibalism is a common occurrence among both the Garavan Tribes and old-Alliance races, as well as the Tarn. The Coalition has currently banned the practice, but many want to put the Alliance's form of legalized cannibalism in place, where it's lawful should it be done after a willing participant dies from causes that weren't because of the cannibalism, such as when a Thar'Garavan Chieftain is eaten by his son after his death or after a Probiscan sucks out his friends love as an act of respect. The Probiscans, Moogli, Garavan, Scairtt, Tarn, Creators and Mundar Dwellers are for the legalization of Cannabalism, while the Humans, Clones, Remnants, Brain Bugs, Antimites and Chosen are against it."
  
  > legalize Cannabalism
  "Ladies and Gentlemen, cannibalism is a well-respected practice among many alien races and to ban it would be to banish a massive part of their culture. It shall be legalized."
  
  There's some disgusted faces from Humans and Clones, but the majority of the audience is in approval.
  
  "The next subject is Garavan tradition, which many believe is... Well, I better explain in full detail."
  
  > Continue
  "The Garavan tradition is a brutal and bloody one. The Garavan tribes practice everything from death matches, gladiator fighting, many uses of torture including self-torture and body mutilation. These practices have all been outlawed, but the Garavan want them to be allowed exclusively for willing Garavan members, and other species who have joined the Garavan tribes."
  
  > allow the Garavan Traditions
  You grab the microphone, and look over to the large Garavan sections of the audience.
  
  "The Garavan traditions are a part of their culture and their very being. We can't ban them. I'll allow the traditions to be reinstated."
  
  There's a booming applause from the Garavan audience.
  
  "Excellent." The Head of the Coalition's Judicial Branch says. "Let's move on."
  
  > Continue
  "Finally, we have the issue of sexual intercourse among the different species, most importantly in regards to marriage and adoption. Currently, we have no laws against it, but there's been public uproar over interspecies relationships, including Councilor Maximov getting married to a Garavan and adopting two Garavan children, and
  
  > allow interspecies marriage and adoption
  "Interspecies marriage should be allowed. Adoption as well." You say.
  
  Most of the room breaks out into applause. There's a few angry faces, but the majority seem to support your decision. The Head of the Coalition Judicial System stands, bows his head, and walks out to begin incorporating the changes to judicial system.
  
  > Continue
  You sit in your office, a lit cigar clenched between your teeth and a small shot glass of whiskey in your hands. Cabana, Tarn, Thar'Kaan, Delta-1, Ashley-Dante. General Gig, Grand Admiral Yarcel and Commissar Dante watch as a small hover sphere with a transparent front hovers into the room. Inside you can see a large, muscular Scairtt with a mouth full of teeth, covered in intricate tattoos covered in water whirls.
  
  "'As the suns would've set over my home world, a new relationship dawns. I am Grand Scribe Akaid Curreira Strong-Fin, Killer of Great Ice Tribes, Conqueror of the Everlasting Mountains and Skinner of Lesser Chieftain Dag'Isit." The Scairtt says.
  
  "Lesser Chieftain Dag'Isit was strong. It's impressive that you killed him." Thar'Kaan says.
  
  "What do your friends call you?" You ask.
  
  "Beloved Grand Scribe Akaid Curreira Strong-Fin, Killer of Great Ice Tribes, Conqueror of the Everlasting Mountains and Skinner of Lesser Chieftain Dag'Isit."
  
  "We'll just call you Akaid." Cabana says.
  
  "You fought at the Everlasting Mountains?" Commissar Mast says.
  
  "I led the conquest of them." Akaid says.
  
  "I lost most of my comrades there."
  
  "Life is a cruel mistress. It gives those a taste of it and then refuses to give another. It's warm and nurturing, before it stabs you in the throat. I am sorry for your loss, but I will not take the blame. Death should take the blame, and Death wears the warm mask called Life over it's cold features."
  
  "Why...?" You start.
  
  "Why do you talk like a cowardly, sword-fearing jester?" Thar'Kaan asks.
  
  "What my friend means to say is that we've talked to Scairtt before and they don't... "embellish" the words in such a poetic manner, so why do you?"
  
  "My job is to lead armadas, lead swords to flesh, do Death's work and give food for the scavengers. I talk as a Scairtt, just as I live and breath. Others have learned to talk as an alien, a land walker, a dry skin, a monster, such as yourself. I have not."
  
  Cabana leans over and whispers in your ear.
  
  "Talking to this guy's going to get real boring, real fast." He says.
  
  "Just talk to the fish. Smile and nod."
  
  "Well, unveil the chamber of conquest and show me to my chambers, my nest, my own." Akaid says.
  
  "No offense Akaid, but how the hell have the guys in charge of the translators not caught on to this issue? Because right now I don't now if you're asking for food, or sex..."
  
  "Cabana?" You ask.
  
  "Yes?"
  
  "Shut the fuck up."
  
  "Good advice." Cabana says, piping down and stepping to the side.
  
  "Are you asking to be shown where your room is?" General Gig asks.
  
  "That is as true as the tides." Akaid replies.
  
  The two hovering aliens float off towards the aquatic room that's been recently renovated for the Scairtt general that you're being forced to allow on the war council.
  
  "Well, that was... interesting."
  
  "No. That was horrific. My room's next to his. I'll have to speak to him at least twice a day when I enter and leave my room. And that will be twice a day where suicide becomes a valid option." Ashley-Dante remarks.
  
  "Shit, we've got a cyborg monster army at our door and we're talking about our team mate's accent, or speech impediment, or whatever. There's rumors of Chykri fighters attacking Coalition supply ships. Yarcel, get on it. Cabana, there's Moogli bandits targeting farms. See if you can stop them and, if possible, recruit them into the Coalition Armed Forces. Thar'Kaan, see if we can turn the shipwrecks from the Battle of Yellow Tongue into the Thar'Garavan Ramming Vessels. Mast, begin planning a possible defense of the Valhallian ice-world. Ashkey-Dante, look over the propaganda based around war heroes from the Alliance-Coalition war in their fight with the Chykri and try to improve it. Delta-1, look over scouting reports reports for a fuel supply for the Remnant war machine. Tarn, begin sending drone bodies closer to Chykri in preparation for their invasion. Get back to work."
  
  > Continue
  "Have you seen the polls?" Cabana asks, looking up from his tablet.
  
  "Which polls are these?" You ask.
  
  "Public opinions on the war. The average citizens wants less money being spent on the military, and more on education and health and shit."
  
  "Let them take our funds. When he Chykri arrive they'll kill 'em all."
  
  "That's another issue. The public don't seem to know how bad the Chykri threat is. The Chykri are fourth on the list of things people care about. Fourth! First is economic breakdown, second is civil war between Alliance and Coalition races, third is black holes, while the massive army that could wipe us out is fourth! There's been multiple trading ships that have attempted to trade with the Chykri, the treasonous bastards, and been completely destroyed. Chykri Predators have been attempted to be trained as exotic pets, where they brutally tore up their owners. Journalists have attempted to interview the Chykri! These aren't a new empire like us, there are cyborg psychopaths who'll kill us all, but the public don't understand that!"
  
  "OK, we're in a shitty situation. What do you suggest?"
  
  "Well, we could start a new media effort to display just how evil, despicable and powerful the Chykri are, though that could obviously backfire if it causes a panic. We could use the media to display them as a brutal pest, but that might make the public think the war is less important. If neither of those options appeal to you, we can just leave it. If we beat the Chykri everyone's happy and if we lose, fuck the civilians for not listening to us."
  
  > use the Media to display the Chykri as powerful and Evil
  "Let them know what we're facing. Let them know how evil the Chykri are and how much of a threat they are. We need to be honest. The Chykri could destroy all of us. We need to stop them, and we need the public to know that."
  
  "Sure thing. I have a lot of contacts in the media. I'll spread the message."
  
  The public's reaction to the new idea is mixed. There's some panic as people begin buying supplies and food, getting personal escape craft, colonists building bunkers and people attempting to head inward, away from the direction the Chykri will be attacking. Of course, the panic means there's many riots, fights and deaths, but this was to be expected. Fortunately, this panic does help to quench the hatred between the Coalition and Alliance, as their differences seem petty in the face of cyborg monsters who want to destroy everything you've ever believed in. There's also an increase in support for the military, and overall you believe that the Coalition is better prepared for the war.
  
  > Continue
  Kaspian 4, Western Peninsula.
  
  SB-01776454934 continues marching, firing his gun.
  
  The voice screams again, ordering him to do battle. Colonists of various races, mostly human, run before him, and he continues firing, watching them fall. He doesn't want to be here. These people didn't do anything to him. Maybe he could just drop his gun and run. Maybe...
  
  The Voice screams once more while sending a painful electronic charge through his spine. He charges into battle. A female flies overhead, letting out an order through the speaker implanted in her chest.
  
  "CHYKRI! Forward!"
  
  The voice screams, and he starts charging, his gun blazing.
  
  > Drinks and Cigars
  Tarn, Cabana, Ashley-Dante and you sit around a small table. A cigar is clenched between your teeth and a glass of scotch is held firmly in your hands.
  
  "So, what's the story with your genitals?" Cabana asked abruptly, turning to Ashley-Dante.
  
  "Pardon me?" She asks.
  
  "Well, I wanted to break the silence. I know clones can't reproduce naturally, but is that because you don't have genitals, or are you sterilized at some point in life, or born sterilized?"
  
  "Well, we're born sterilzed. Could you not have just looked that up or something?"
  
  Cabana shrugs.
  
  "Not to interrupt your intense philosophical debate, but we're under attack." Tarn says calmly.
  
  "What?"
  
  "The colonies of Kaspian 1 through 19 are under attack. I have bodies on the planets. The colonists are mounting a defense of the planet. There's so many of them."
  
  You jump up and start to rush to your office to start delivering orders.
  
  "The defenses won't hold.There's a lot of Spheres in the sky, deploying massive numbers of soldiers. This entire world is turning into a ba