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“Commander, get me my ship.” Wolf growled to an officer, “Delay the attack, I’m going to Eden and to my wife. Goddesses only know how much shit I can take.”

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“I charge Admiral Green with dishonourable and immoral conduct on the battlefield for use of a weapon that does not guarantee instant death.” Wolf said in a public statement, “For his actions of which I personally saw on that battlefield, I demand for his immediate turn over to a BEA Military tribunal.”

The replying statements came from not only the Initiative, but also the Salarian Union.

The GDI statement was as followed.

“No unified convention currently exists to properly define a weapon of such a nature that applies its described effect universally, without dispute, to all member species of the Coalition. Furthermore, these terms are themselves ill-defined. With these considerations, the invocation of an individual member state’s regulations in this matter to settle such a broad matter sets a dangerous precedent. As such, Fleet Admiral Green cannot be charged.”

The Salarian Union’s statement only reinforced their stand on the issue.

While the described weapon does have undeniably severe effects on its targets, one may argue that such is the purpose of all weapons. It is foolish to apply one’s own military regulations as if they applied for all others. Until a ratified universal convention exists for all races of the Coalition to judge the minutiae of warfare and weaponry by, the Bouzaculan military’s desire to charge the Initiative’s Admiral Green is morally understandable, but legally flawed. However, means exist to settle this dispute outside of an official court. The Salarian Union suggests the appointment of a neutral party to serve as an temporary arbiter.“

Green just shook his head at the noises of rage within, gesturing to Yellow, after which she gave a silent nod. The blonde triggered her omni-tool, speaking very briefly.

“Archangel, this is Yellow. Two to Blink up, please.”

The two disappeared in flashes of electric blue, returning in an instant to Yellow’s private scout frigate, still cloaked in orbit.

In the Blink room, a sighing Yellow turned to her irritated colleague. “Well, that…happened. Did you get your battlesuit secured?”

Green simply grunted in annoyance. “Affirmative. The Steel Talon Blinked it back aboard safely after I got out. Let’s both get rest Yellow, I think we both need it after dealing with him.”