Santa Maria. Thursday, April 15, 2320. 6:45 AM, UTCPresident Locke is annoyed by this entire situation. He views the Civil Council appointee, Alexei Hofmann, as nothing more than a distraction, a courtesy he extended to the civilians. In his mind, choosing not to turn the weapons at his disposal on the population should have been met with applause and gratitude, not interference in the WA’s affairs. He did them a favor, and this is how they repay it? No, in his mind, Alexei holds no power, he’s nothing more than an insignificant pawn in a world lost without the WA, an organization Locke controlled unhindered.
“Enough of this!” says Locke as he jumps from his chair. “Earth is dying, already on borrowed time. The decision to invade Asha has already been made. We’ve built the ships, we devel
