My fleets and the transports they're escorting perform their final missions in the divided galaxy.
We've claimed the ice world of Jinga - for aesthetic reasons, mainly. It's a nice balance to the rich ice floes of Yarrow, according to "Softy."
We've claimed the toxic world of Neptunus in one final ground battle ... because the Silicoids have been getting annoying, mainly. We did leave ten million alive up at Xengara anyway. And so we come to the galactic council that will seal the Hibers' galactic popularity.
The Council vote is practically unanimous. Only the Silicoids and Ssithra itself vote for the Darlok emperor; with a veto in Bulrathi hands, they receive the deciding votes of the rest of the galaxy.
Softy's declaration is as true as his assessment of the friendly kittens' honesty. A new era has dawned indeed! A new era, with a new sport: Starbattle! Wherein everyone designs and pilots the ultimate combat ships in battle for the glory of their home planets, through the asteroid fields of the galaxy!
Ursa Prime is 2 and 0 already.
(The End.)
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