"The Federation has sent a delegation, General," Commander R'saran told A'amon over the comlink. "They will be meeting with Sloram V'nquera momentarily."
"Right on schedule," A'amon smiled. In the background, the stars were whirling by his window, indicating he was enroute somewhere. "I knew they would prove to be a nuisance. Have any of the other alliances sent representatives?"
"Not yet. I expect they're waiting to see what comes out of the Federation's visit."
A'amon nodded. "Let's send them a clear - but unprovable - message. Do I make myself understood?"
Her face, though stoic, registered surprise through a small tic between her eyes. "Sir?"
"If we allow them any quarter, they will prove meddlesome. We'll never get any work done. Send a clear message, to both the Federation and the other alliances, to allow the Venasian empire to handle its own internal affairs."
She nodded, her face hardening. "Understood, General."
When the comlink was broken, she summoned one of her covert ops teams.
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