Not at all put off, the Major talked into his communicator briefly, and then turned to those remaining in the room.
"I'm sceptical of the effectiveness of ground-to-space defence installations, and robotic soldiers are more of a liability than an asset. And Gran Canaria simply doesn't have the power infrastructure to support a planetary shield device, even if it was financially feasible."
"No matter what ballistic defences you put in place, it is much more important to have the manpower on the ground to protect them, and right now, we simply do not. A robotic battalion will be easily defeated by EMP weaponry systems, and it seems that Gallia has no lack the required technology to do so. They also greatly outnumber us when it comes to our infantry. Do not make the mistake of building defences that will be quickly overwhelmed and captured by a numerically-superior invading force, and then used against us to prevent us from gaining re-enforcements."
"Our priorities are to defend Port Canaria and the primary towns and settlements. If we spread our defences having to garrison isolated defensive installations, we will be able to hold nothing at all!"
"However, the fact remains. We are in desperate need more troops if we have any chance of mounting a reasonable defence. And I think I know where to find them. Now if you will all excuse me, I must go. There is no time to waste!"
He put on his hat, gave a quick salute, and then walked outside. He stepped into a waiting shuttle, which flew and docked with the ZDFS-Norfolk Island, which was hovering magnificently about a kilometre away. It's main engine ignited, and with a mighty roar, clearly audible from the Mansion, it sped off into the clear sky.
Chester gives the charter a go over. he pauses as the major speaks.
He watches the major leave then turns to towards the remaining members in the room.
I guess this meeting is winding down. With this new threat from Gallia I will convene a board-meeting at ZoE
to adjust our priorities accordingly.
I do hope Commander Matok is fine. I am just glad he is on our side. smiles Calls for an attendant to bring him some Greenspot whiskey and also heads outside
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Confident that the issues at hand have been addressed, Doc turns to Zhane.
"If you are in need of funding, please ask. TAZ will support you. If you can give me an amount and where to sent it, I will send what we can. Keep in mind, we are making preparations in Baffin and the Taus to protect ourselves too which will cost BUT, that shouldn't affect supporting our allies."
He then turned to the Admiral, "TAZ will also support the ZDF in the same manner." He looks at both Zhane and Admiral Revenor, "I have 100 million for each of you to start. Just let me know where to send it."
About this time, something started beeping under Doc's robes. He pulled them back. It was his pager. He shut it off, looked up and smiled, "Gentlemen, I must be off. I am about to become a father."
As he left, he shook the hand of each man in the room, finished his drink and called for his limo.
Having re-composed himself and having a brief drink, he returned to see the meeting breaking up. He had spoken all that he needed to and began making his farewell rounds.
"Mr. Copperton," he said, "good to meet you. I hope to see you elswhere."
"Victor," he then said as he turned, shaking his hand as well, "always a pleasure."
He then turned to Admiral Revenor and gave a salute to his commanding officer, "I will be at Freeport 6 should I be needed." He turned to leave but then turned back, wondering if he had become concerned over his exchange with the Major, "do not worry, Sir, I will not go after the Royals in Gallia but Khaless help them if they come after us."
Tall and proud, he made his way out and making his way home.
Watching the other Committee members head out along with the ZDF's command, Victor told the attendants to began cleaning the library when everyone was gone. He walked back out on the balcony were he and Matok had talked, watching as shuttles took his friends back into space. "Gerald, prep my fighter. I need to relax."
Admiral Ravenor gathered his things, finished his whiskey, and walked out of the manor. Finally the ZDF was getting its funding and things were going to get better.
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Chester calls for his shuttle.
He is very happy at the outcome of the meeting and is please to finally meet the members of the Zoner alliance As he enters his shuttle he knows that ZoE will be busy in the coming year. Sends a message to his aid to call
for a meeting as soon as he gets back. Sits back alone to his thoughts