Black Repeated his message once more. Once he finished, The Transmission ceased. Jeremy let out his breath as he turned to see his Leading pilot standing near the bridge entrance. Jeremy returned the salute smartly. "Good work out there, Lt. I wished things didn't go as far as they had." Jeremy said as he looked out over the bow of his ship. There were aspects of this world that was so much like Earth was before the attack of the Gamilons. It was almost like looking in a History book. "We sent a transmission of our peaceful intentions. Hopefully, they are well received. Course, Knowing our streak of Luck. I probably just told them the measurements of Playmate of the Year." Black said in jest. Now all they can do is sit and wait. see for any reaction.<br/><br/>At the Corporate Headquarters of Lazarus Corporation. The Board was meeting to discuss this turn of events. "HOW DARE HE! Does he know how much a Goliath class mining Vessel costs?" One Obese board member shouted as he slammed his fat fist upon the polymer table. The others interjecting their opinions, tirades, and hollow threats. The truth of the Matter was that the Musashi was their only real fighting vessel. Its job was the escort Corporation ships, and defend it from Threats. However, Since it turned rogue. They had nothing to send against it to reign it back him. The CEO, Alexander Mushima, Had his back turned from the table as the Monitor continually looped the firing of the Undulation gun and the subsequent destruction of the Mining vessel. His fingertips pressed together in a steeple configuration. He was livid at the loss of capitol of not only the Mining vessel, but the mineral Resources of the planet as well. "Why couldn't he just follow orders?" He fumed. "We need to contact the EDF. Inform them that the Musashi and their Crew have gone Rogue." He said as he spun around and faced the others. "Sir, We'll need time to properly "Frame" the request. Remember that we were going to invade and remove...." A Young Woman spoke, but was quickly cut off by the CEO. "We were going to "relocate" Them to a better world." The CEO Corrected. "Sir, "Relocate" A indigenous race against their will. If the Earth Government is told of this. It would ruin Lazarus Corp., Sir." She explained. The CEO nodded. "Get to Work on properly framing the Request. Recall our Mining vessels in the area." Alexander said as he turned away from the Table.