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Agreeing with Hamon in keeping Artesia's existence a secret until she can be properly questioned, Ramba Ral hopes to be able to gain a full understanding for her reasons in serving the Federation. With his unit's arrival in Odessa, the majority of the base's staff let out a collective cheer for Ral's victory over the hated Trojan Horse. While his crew enjoy a respite from the brutal fighting across the Earth, Ramba is asked to attend a private meeting with M'quve in regards to the position granted to him by Dozle Zabi.

>M'quve:...Do you drink wine by any chance? I have a collection here that would mark the occasion of your victory quite nicely-
>Ramba: I prefer my alcohol cheap and with a proper bite to it. What is the real reason you asked me to come here?
>M'quve: My~my, aren't we confident today? Vice Admiral Dozle has bestowed a good deal of authority over to you over the destruction of the Federations new vessel...but do try to remember that there is still a structure to be respected. A hierarchy of leadership-
>Ramba: Where are the Doms?
>M'quve: What?
>Ramba: Where are the Doms that Lord Dozle sent us?
>M'quve: Destroyed in space, as you are already well aware.
>Ramba:...If there is nothing else, I will be on my way-
>M'quve: You are a talented man, Ramba Ral. A man who rise quite far if he were to unchain himself from his families history...do remember that Admiral Kycilia is always seeking proper talent. She also roots out elements that might threaten the best interest of Zeon...something your family has had a reputation branded to it over.

As Ramba steps out from M'quves office, M'quve taps his finger against his vase to take in its cadence.

>M'quve: Just another complication...