I stepped into the theater that held all the heads of state, diplomats, and higher-ranked officials from the Alliance of Galaxies, Deva Collective, Wardens of Life, and Solar Empire. Then there was Carrie and I, the highest ranks in the Nephilim Army. Hopefully, this day would go the way I wanted it to go but I wasn't holding out hope.

"Hello, and thank you all for coming," I said as I stepped onto the stage that raised and offered all parties a better view of me. "As you all know, I called you here for a discussion of peace a little more than three years ago. I called for all parties and some decided not to show, causing me to lead the Nephilim Army and the Deva Collective to end your war on my terms. Today, I asked you all here to discuss the future of the Milky Way galaxy and the other galaxies that will be taken back from the Scourge."

"To control any unforseen arguments and future fighting, I will be altering the model that was proposed over twenty years ago now that allowed for all races under the Wardens of Life, at the time, to remain in the Milky Way galaxy until the Scourge had been completely removed from all planets in the coming galaxies. In doing so, I will also be altering how the Nephilim Army functions with each of you."

"When I was a young man, still on Earth and never concieving of becoming who I am today, there was a saying I'd heard enough times to know its meaning even then. 'Too many cooks in the kitchen,' I believe is how it went. It was used to note that there were too many people trying to control one thing and causing more problems because of it. The Milky Way is the kitchen and you are the cooks. In more exact words, the galaxy is not appropriately sized for so many races of a sentient nature, all of them capable of advancing technology, engaging in trade, art, exploration, and more. So many races in a galaxy sized for far fewer races has only lead to conflict with all parties now that the uniting factor that brought those races together in this galaxy is gone."

"With the Scourge gone and your populations rising, you have all focused less on important items for the collective prosperity of all races. Instead you have cajoled, bribed, lobbied, and blackmailed your ways to alliances and cabals that advance the comfort and safety of your races, even at the expense of others. To rememdy this problem, I will be escorting the races that belong in the galaxies that are being cleared from the Milky Way. All members of these races will be taken to the galaxies they first evolved in and from there you will be allowed to freely expand yourselves as you see fit. The Nephilim Army and Deva Collective will maintain a presence in these galaxies, not to police you but to monitor the galaxy for any Scourge that might reappear, until there are none left.

"Once all Scourge are removed from the universe, all Nephilim shall embark on a mass exodus. We do not belong among our Aasimar brethren, we are not welcome with our Human cousins, we are soldiers and eventually we will be without an enemy. To prevent my people from becoming a mercenary faction that is used by any of you against one another, we will leave and seek out somewhere we can call our home without the interference of any of you in our lives."

I could see that my words were having an extreme effect on everyone, I wasn't surprised. I had just told all of them that they would be taken to the galaxies they'd run from and been forced out of for survival, and that they'd all be seperated from each other despite their bonds of brotherhood, trade, and morals. Then there was the declaration that the Nephilim would eventually leave all of their worlds and galaxies; that we would go into the wider universe and try to find a home for us and us alone. I'd just told them they were being returned to active warzones and then I would be leaving them all alone. It didn't matter to them that when my people left, it would be long after they were rendered completely safe from the Scourge. All that mattered was that they were being taken back to the worlds and galaxies they'd left behind and were then being left alone.

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Naturally, as my words sank in, they all had something to say. The most repeated cries I heard were questions I couldn't answer, now or ever. What if something worse than the Scourge appeared? What would the Nephilim do? Would we leave them to be conquered and killed by them? Would we stand against them and protect everyone from them the same way we did against the Scourge?

There were no answers I could give for them. There were only the ones I had now.

"Calm yourselves," I said, raising my hands and quieting them. "This will not be occuring in the next few years or even within the next century. SG-8391 and CG-08624 have both been declared Scourge free, untouched by them. CG-08623 is nearly twenty percent cleared of all Scourge and BSG-9786 is just over fifty percent cleared. While 08623 and 9786 are still being cleaned of Scourge, there are enough planets to begin moving the races that belong there back into each galaxy. Furthermore, with the reintroduction of the natural races into these galaxies, the industrial arm of the Nephilim will expand and we will be able to move faster within these galaxies to clear Scourge from them."

"This will also have the added benefit of allowing the races that belong in these galaxies to return home, and begin rebuilding their worlds. This is a different way of accomplishing the same goals and one that will help to avoid conflict with one another in the future. I will be taking questions from all of you now, and I will strive to answer them and allieviate your concerns."

"That went better than I expected it to," Carrie said as I massaged my forehead.

"I hate having to play 'Head of State,'" I groaned. "It's like all my worst nightmares coming together and combining into some super nightmare."

"Like Voltron," Carrie nodded. "I get it."

"Pretty sure Voltron was a force of good," I said. "Nevermind all that now though. What's left on the docket today?"

"You need to meet the squad candidates," she began to tick off each of them with her fingers. "Then, you need to divide the fleet into the ones coming with us and the ones moving the other races. After that, I think it'll be time to meet with Kyouka and go over her Horseman candidates. From there, we've got to start the process of building up more production for resources like food and armor, ships too. The last thing is to ferry the Chancellor, Sasha Grandine, back to Earth."

"Let's go to the office then," I sighed. "We'll start breaking the fleet up and the candidates can meet us there and when they're done, we can have Kyouka and Matt come by."

"Nope, we're going to them," Carrie said. "It'll be time for dinner then and Cai asked me to take over keeping you on track for eating today, so we're having dinner with them at a nice resturant. You'll need to put on something fancier than your day-to-day uniform."

"I don't have anything fancier than that, unless you mean the dress uniform that I'm wearing," I said gesturing to my clothes.

"How do you not have anything better than that?" she demanded. "You're the Demigod. You should have more than that. At least something for relaxation."

"I'm always working," I told her. "There's no reason for me to have different clothes when I'd never get to wear them anyways."

"I'll get you something," she said, dropping her face into one of her hands. "But it's coming out of your bank account."

"I have a bank account?" I asked.