"Governor Charles, we need to go back as soon as possible and tell the others about the Foundation's attitude—they're enemies, not friends!" a Captain, whose ship was destroyed, said to Charles with a grave expression.
Had the Foundation failed in the talks and, out of frustration, immediately dispatched their already waiting fighters to attack them?
All the signs seemed to point that way, but Charles felt that was the least likely possibility.
The Foundation wasn't some impulsive child that acted on a whim. If they really wanted to attack, it certainly wouldn't be for such a flimsy reason.
Recalling the strange liquid inside the spacesuits, Charles couldn't help but feel that there was something eerie about the attack.
Looking at the dark sky that had quieted down once more, Charles stood in the bright spotlight of the Unicorne, contemplating his next move.
