Gladiaxa
Chaze laughs, a deep, humourless laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.
"I swear... these people think that they can achieve anything by 'diplomacy'. That was not diplomacy that they showed, that was propaganda."
He puts his feet up on his desk and mutters,
"Threats, my foot. If I wanted to threaten him, I would send the entire 2nd Armada and put it on his doorstep until he resigns."
He laughs again,
"Like I would do that though"
He watches the transmission end as all of the communicants sign off. His communicator turns off automatically and with a deep sigh, Chaze says,
"Good riddance."