Mid-Sector 88 — Relativity Galaxy
"You can't simply place me before a set of choices like these, leaving me with no acceptable alternative, and then demand that I give you an immediate answer without even allowing me sufficient time to consider the consequences!" Asteron, the Behemoth of Relativity, shouted in a loud, gruff voice, his anger clearly reflected in the forceful manner in which he addressed the people standing before him.
"Asteron, we've already given you more than an entire decade since the battle came to an end and the buffer zones separating the Sectors were shattered." Standing directly before him, a massive, dark-skinned man spoke with complete confidence, his powerful arms folded across his broad chest as he regarded Asteron without the slightest sign of hesitation. "You've delayed this matter and stalled for long enough already, and there's no reason for us to continue waiting for your decision."
