Chapter 2: The Federation of United Worlds.

Within the Orion-Cygnus arm of the milky way galaxy, nestled deep within the scattered refractory dust of long-dead matter that ignited the universe, lies the tiny blue marble of Earth. Birthplace of man, now the seat of power of the Federation of United Worlds. Its Emperor sits at his desk, alone, deep in thought. They often found him deep within his own mind, obsessing over the expansion of the empire, of humanity. The Federation has grown to control twenty-one worlds. As with any budding empire, there had been trouble along the way.

The malcontents, the unfaithful. The growth of the empire, his empire has slowed. The ones that didn't agree with mankind's glorious purpose, my purpose, he thought. forehead wrinkled with frustration as he awaited a message. A message that could accelerate the growth of the empire, while simultaneously eradicating the takers. The ones that want to suck from the tit of the empire. His mind was focused on the planets that dared to separate from the human idea.

Electric blue eyes scanned his office, settling upon the portraits of all the Tzar-Emperors before him. The men that had the courage to lead mankind, not only to the stars but to dominate other lowly life forms. His eyes rested on the portrait that was placed on the spot that hung before his immaculately painted profile. Disgust fumed from his pores at the whore emperor-as they called him, the weakest of all ten known leaders of man. Succeeding him had been one headache after another, yet he embraced his role. History has shown that every emperor had a role in the empire's rise, like the brick and mortar of a great wall. He understood his place, his responsibility.

Sometimes to build you must teardown, he thought.

A golden com orb silently floated around him, like a moon in orbit around Jupiter. The soft blinking light signaled his wait was at an end.

"Go ahead,"

"My Tzar, I have gone over all the documents of the reparation world Thagua six, the wording states the Federation acknowledges the planet as a solvent world."

"Yes, Yes I am aware," he snapped, interrupting his trusted advisor "I need to know how we can get the world back into the fold of the empire without political backlash."

"Yes, my Tzar, I'm getting to that. You may find it interesting," Unruffled by impatient Tzar's outburst. "All three of our reparation worlds the wording is the same, the Federation cannot take up arms of the worlds, but we are responsible for another two hundred and five years of tithes."

"Here is the most interesting part."

The Tzar Emperor leaned forward towards the message globe as if waiting to hear some juicy gossip from a friend.

"If by an act of God, a non-manmade event extinguishes the people of the world, the federation can take the said world, absorbing it back into the whole."

"Hmm, that is interesting indeed. How can we achieve this? We need that planet Havid, not its people."

"I think you will find the answer has already embedded into the question, set by the one you despise the most."

Astonished, the Tzar emperor sat back in his chair, looking back at the portrait of the long-dead emperor.

"What did you do?"