The Premier watched it depart a moment as his guards herded him away and onto Storm-One, blasting clear of the hangar soon there after and away from the conference.
Standing pensively in the office aboard the vessel set aside for him, Katz stared out of the heavily armoured window, his hand resting against the plassteel separating him from the cold vastness of space beyond.
Theta was going to fall, he knew that. The question became, how many people would he send to die defending something the Zoners had already surrendered.
As many as it took to secure the civilian lives, he resolved.