"Pushing it from Christmas Eve to December the 18th, in other words, the day after tomorrow... Do you really think it would work out better?" The President asked.
"What other choice do we have? They're attacking our refugees. I've sent out some of my highest ranked squads available for duty and two squads have already been wiped to the nobles.
The others are engaging as we speak, meaning their fleets defences are down... We'll have to make it succeed, for our continents benefit." The Angel Opposition Corps Executive replied.
"Very well... Since we're pushing things forward, we might as well discuss one of the most important factors now..."
"And that would be...?"
"The king... They have a king, who resides on the fleet beneath the giant cube. I suspect that he may be the most powerful of them all."
The president's expression grew serious.