The staff of the Golden Legion brought out a simple meal once everyone was seated, some form of meat and root vegetable stew with wine, which seemed to brighten up the mood of the dignitaries.
"It is a Golden Legion tradition. None eat more luxuriously than our soldiers while there is a battle raging. It reminds us all that we are one Legion, and not self-driven individuals. I hope you don't mind the food too much.
But we are also celebrating, I suppose. If you can send soldiers to each city to help our troops, it should be enough to stabilize all the Command Seats in Sector Seventeen so that we can begin to fortify and prepare to repel future enemy advances." The General announced.
Max considered the options for a moment, then began to write up a deployment plan as he ate. The room was quiet, filled with the clinking of silverware and the scratch of stylus on tablet as the military commanders drew potential deployment plans during the meal.
