The President took out his pen from his pocket.
He remarked at the Admiral's statement.
"I doubt any of us would care if some backwater country consider to become a democracy or remain a military junta. It is hardly our concern, we're bothered by the grand scale. The Union's democracy, not some country's inability to act as a civilised sapient being."
He said as he looked at the woman who is smoking her pipe before looking down, signing.
"For the moment, I will take your words, Miss Marry. I will sign this paper. I will overlook the fact that you're rushing the creation of this Union. The incompetence reeks in this Union."
The President, once finished signing the document, closed the cap of his pen. Putting it into his pocket. Then, he turned over to his aide and told him.
"Patterson, call Herkin in here."
The Aide nodded, leaving the chamber, soon. He would drag in another person with him, he wear the sleek black uniform, resemble to the olive uniform of the Federal Army that Patterson wear, yet, this uniform is different, it is black as the night, on it the nametag that say "Herkin", his shoulderboard dictate that he is a Colonel, the insignia on his sleeve and cuff say that he is a "Foreign Legion" , The two of them stood behind the President. Who is growing more and more irritated at the inefficient discussion of this Union.
Herkin, now standing behind the President, leaned over to the Aide, Patterson. Whispering.
"What happened when I was outside?"
"The President is about to commit murder." - Patterson answered.
"That's bad, huh?" - Herkin said.
"They're rushing the signing of the treaty without any discussion nor clarification. It's just constant back and fourth over irrelevant topics. However, the sandwich is pretty good though."
Herkin chuckles at the remark of sandwich, before he asked once more.
"So, whose the ones that making the president want to commit murder?"
Patterson nods and starts pointing.
"That's Marry from a country calls Tepror. She's rushing the whole meeting for seemingly no reason.
Over there is the Noble from Japuile, she's the one who gave us sandwiches, she's okay. I guess.
That's the backwater, lack of courtesy, full of shit shortstack old hag Ÿrÿn."
Herkin was bewildered by Patterson's extreme opinion on somebody he just met.
The two would continue their little conversation behind their president about the unique cases currently present in this chamber.
