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🕑 Added 2024-09-18 10:47:22 +0000 UTC“We are fucked” would perfectly capture the situation for anyone who had reviewed the now-assembled information. Although much of it was still being processed and filtered to form a complete picture, certain revelations didn’t need further analysis—particularly the intel sourced from one individual: Xalthar.
He was the reason behind the chaos that was barreling toward them, and the scale of the threat was staggering. According to Xalthar’s knowledge, combined with that of his crew, they were on the verge of facing military forces that rivaled the entire population of the solar system—a force far beyond what they had in their hands at the moment.
Considering the scale of the bait that Xalthar had dangled, anyone reviewing the data would realize the enemy was preparing to strike with full force, holding nothing back. They knew other factions would be vying for control of the star system, so they would arrive with everything necessary to not only sustain a prolonged battle but also ensure they could take over and hold the system once the dust settled. It wasn't just about winning the fight—it was about securing dominance for the long term, which meant they would come armed to the teeth with overwhelming resources and military strength.
It was literally going to come down to the winner of the initial face-off against them—a force that had never experienced a full-scale interstellar war. And that was the best-case scenario.
If the Astral Conclave's forces failed to intercept each other outside the star system, they'd face the nightmare scenario of contending with all those forces simultaneously, right inside their home territory.
In such a case, the odds would tip drastically against them, making it nearly impossible to defend the system without catastrophic losses.
“Two weeks might not be enough for us, but that might be the opposite for the other side,” Aron began, addressing the room filled with John, the heads of the two ministries, and the high-order AIs. "Whatever they can prepare in two weeks will be better than what we can muster on our side, but it also means they won’t be coming with everything they have—just everything they can gather within that period of time. Still, that alone will be powerful enough.”
Aron paused for a moment, letting the gravity of the situation settle in before continuing. “So, what are the things we can do to prepare for the upcoming mess?”
“Since we’ve already positioned our spearhead fleets in stealth mode throughout the exterior of the Solar system as a security measure against surprise attacks, that gives us a solid foundation for an initial face-off,” John began, speaking with a calm yet focused tone. “But considering the sheer number of forces we're about to face, combined with our lack of understanding of how their wormhole technology works—especially the precision of their coordinates and whether they can create entry points on the opposite side of the system—we need to prepare for the worst.”
John’s expression grew more serious as he continued, "We’ll need to deploy every available countermeasure and be prepared for things to go off-plan. But at the same time, we can’t afford to be passive. We must double our forces in every sector and ensure readiness across the board. If things take a turn for the worse, we should have our weapons of mass destruction on standby."
The room fell silent for a moment as the weight of his words sank in.
“Of course, this is only if there’s absolutely no chance of containing the situation,” John clarified, his tone grim. “We will suffer heavy losses, no question. But if it ensures we can fend them off this time and buy ourselves time to regroup and prepare for their inevitable return, we need to be ready to make that sacrifice.”
Youssef, the Minister of the Interior, frowned, deep in thought as he listened to Jeremy’s argument. “Is there a way we can end it without using those destructive weapons?” he asked, his tone contemplative. “Deploying them might backfire on us in the long run. The damage could cripple our relationship, and we might end up locked in a never-ending war with the Conclave. Is there a way to prevent reaching that point?”
Jeremy, the Minister of Exterior Affairs, shook his head, pausing for a moment before responding. “I think the opposite is true.” He let his words sink in, then continued, “Based on the intel we’ve gathered from the captured crew, the Astral Conclave respects strength above all. Pulling our punches to appear favorable will only invite future trouble. If we face them, we need to strike hard and fast, show them that we are a force to be feared.”
He glanced around the room, his eyes scanning each face to gauge their reactions. “We need to leave an impression so strong that the Conclave will have no choice but to think twice before ever challenging us again. If we do that, they’ll realize it’s better to have us as allies than enemies. If we don’t, we risk inviting centuries of conflict, sabotage, and even worse—being enslaved or having our technology stolen and used against us.”
Aron nodded slowly, digesting the implications. Jeremy continued, “And let’s not forget, the Conclave isn’t the only major power out there. Other civilizations in the region are going to be watching after they receive the information Xalthar has made public. If we show weakness, we could find ourselves forced to join the Conclave under unfavorable terms due to fear of other civilizations ganging up on us. But if we demonstrate enough power, we can negotiate a mutually beneficial agreement—one where we remain independent but not seen as an easy target.”
Youssef still looked hesitant. “That will still leave us open to attacks from other alien factions that aren’t aligned with the Conclave.”
Jeremy conceded the point with a slight nod. “True. But that’s a sacrifice we’ll have to make. If we want to have our cake and eat it too—remain independent and strong—we need to make it clear from the outset that crossing us has consequences.”
Yes, the Astral Conclave isn’t the only civilization out there. Imagine it like Earth, but on a galactic scale, where the Conclave is just one of many nations. Although the Conclave is a significant player, it’s only one part of a larger network of civilizations within their region. To fully benefit from these various civilizations, it’s crucial not to become too closely affiliated with any single one. Aligning too closely with one could shut off opportunities with others and limit their overall influence and actions.
“But do we have what he reported, or was it all a fabrication?” Jeremy, the Ministry of Exterior asked.
{While the current technology does not yet exist, it turns out we can actually create it using our existing tech by compressing mana until it becomes solid, which is achievable on a large scale} Gaia responded.
“Then we should go all out,” Youssef, the Ministry of the Interior, said changing his mind. “This technology will be our TSMC to the Galaxy. It will deter organizations, unions, or civilizations from attacking us, as losing access to it would be a significant blow. Additionally, it will give us a unique position in the star system market. Being the only producers means everyone will have to meet our demands. Since having a strong entry into the interstellar market will prevent potential attacks and give us leverage, I fully support Jeremy’s plan.”
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