said Chancellor Sienna Clark to the room of men, who stared in disbelief. “No you are not,” said Young, quickly dismissing her comment out of hand and turning to Tosh whose mouth was wide open. “Yes I am,” she repeated virulently. Young ignored her. “Ryder?” he asked. James Ryder was seated next to a side table and chewing his glasses. His haggard suit and thin checkered necktie curved evenly over his rounded gut. “What do you want me to say, Young?” he said, defeated. “I can’t knock her out with gas anymore and start dragging her around the galaxy. The rules have changed and you know it. I know what you want from me, but I have to admit what the chancellor is proposing makes good political sense, if no actual sense. The leader of the world abandoning her people to the nothingness of space while she jets off to find somewhere to live with the CEO of Jycorp. If we are to try and build a future for our people and you want Sienna Clark to lead those people, then I can see no fault in the chancellor’s logic from a purely political standpoint.
