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Observing numerous sections of the Earth being planned for reconstruction efforts, Gopp sips on a glass of exotic wine.

>Federation Official: Chairman, why do you come to these events if you never speak with the other members of the Council?
>Gopp: Obviously for the fine meals, delicious drinks and the lovely company we are provided.

As a young servant girl approaches Gopp with a tray to collect his empty glass, the Chairman gently rubs his hand over her cheek.

>Gopp: Such a delicate thing, cast into a world of schemer's. Tell me, dear morsel...what do you intend to do with the earns you are provided here?

The servant girl silently averts her eyes from Gopp as she looks to the floor.

>Gopp: Ah...what a shame. I will take another Red, aged pre-Universal Century. I understand the Dakar restoration project received proper funding due to your petitions?
>Federation Official: The only thing interfering with the project is the locals. We have offered them safety in the reservations, but they are still lead by a pack of murderous cultist.
>Gopp: Such an unfortunate thing. They struggle against their own interests...oh, Cromwell? Have you been introduced to the newest addition? The pale little one over there.
>Federation Official: Chairman, I have made it clear I have no interests in being entrapped by a bait woman-
>Gopp: Actually, I heard that one was male-

Shakily handing his half drunken glass of wine to Gopp, the Federation Official immediately moves behind the pale servant, sniffing alongside their hair. Stepping outside the hidden estate, Gopp sends out a private communication to an agent under his command.

>Gopp: It will only be a matter of time until they begin their little gamble. You have my permission to act freely. Oh yes, please do try to keep the damage to the environment to a minimum. Oh no, feel free to wipe that awful eyesore away.

Ending the call, Gopp lets out a small groan as the air gently brushes his face.