His peice had been said, now he waited patiently for the other senators to lay down there two sence. This new threat plagued his mind every second of every day since he had seene the reports. And now, he had ordered second by second updates by means of his data pad. Evey second, those things got 1,500KM closer to his homeworld, and they were running out of time. Time was of the essence in a conflict of this magnitude. They had shot down his earlier attempt to call upon the Dracnas for aid, and with no other option, he sought his own influence in the military.
The Utopian bombs. Betacron said quietly to himself. But they would never work. They've be deactivated long ago. Plus, the others would never allow a weapon that could destroy a small moon enter in as a peice in this chess game.
Betacron continued to talk to himself, at the same time listenig to the others.
