"The emergency broadcast towers across all ten continental sectors are flashing the golden seal of the High Tribunal," Diana reported, projecting the multi-city transmission across the war room display.
"Look at the wording of the warrant on the primary glass," Jax said, leaning over the strategic console with a sarcastic sneer.
"They are charging Sovereign Nox with thirty-six counts of high treason, unlawful weapon distribution, and unauthorized territorial governance," Vasa read aloud, her voice cold with analytical detachment.
"They claim that no human has the legal right to awaken an S-Rank class without an official Directorate operating license," Serian spat in disgust.
"A license that costs fifty thousand gold credits and requires twenty years of indentured service to their corporate guilds," Kendra growled, her knuckles whitening on the hilt of her broadsword.
