(Me) granted * I rise from my chair and shake is hand. I make the arrangements and then leave a token force here to enforce the treaty while I head back to base I open a channel to the commander a photograph in my hand* (Me) Commander it is done. I have subdued the natives with a treaty that is not too harsh in my opinion. Sir has there been any word from earth, have we heard from the Russian forces yet? *even over the comms you can hear the desperate hope in my voice*