Isabelle shook slowly her head, sending her long black hair - somewhat slightly longer than what was normally allowed in the navy, from one shoulder to another.
"Been trying to. The outcasts bastards keep ranting how great cardamine is over global channel. But with all the traffic going on... we'd need a whole defence fleet deployed all around the planet to forbid completely the cardamine from getting on planet!"
She sighed, and shook her glass, looking at the golden coloured liquid
"But, if we did that - which neither Mr. President nor the Admiral would allow mind you, the people of Liberty would scream "Fascism!!" at the sight of so much military vessel."
She smiled a bit tired looking at the bartender,
"Ironic how those you protect turns against you, eh?"