"Right Borsk, I want all your junk out of here by tomorrow morning!" Stellar tapped the holocomm transmitter and frowned as the Borsk Fey'lya disappeared from the desk.
Stellar fipped through an assemblage of papers, he had a staff to water down the law and issues for him, this was his space to think over what they said... and a place to discuss the issues with his colleages.
Above the door to his personal office he'd hung the banner of the Kothlis Martial Academy, as well as the words by which he'd come to know why his world deserved a place seperate from Bothawui in the senate, a simple set of words remarked by his old mentor from the academy, "We perform better in war because we train better, and we train better because we have the money to train better."
Economic success translated into military prowess and military prowess was the stuff that brought sovereignty, and an end to domination. Now he'd have to learn how to teach the galaxy the same lesson.
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