"Ronan, the Supreme Intelligence has decided that we are to enter a truce with the Nova Empire. Therefore, cease your assault on the Nova Empire fleet immediately."
Inside the Dark Aster, Ronan listened to the commander-in-chief's order from the screen, disbelief filling his eyes.
He roared furiously:
"Why? I refuse to accept this! We clearly hold the advantage now. Give me a few more years, and I will lead the Empire's legions onto Xandar and slaughter every last Xandarian!"
"You know yourself that it will still take several years. Even if you win this battle, the Nova Empire will continuously replenish its fleet.
If we force them into a desperate fight to the death, even if we win, our strength will be severely depleted.
Don't forget, the universe does not contain only the Kree Empire and the Nova Empire. There is also the Shi'ar Empire, whose strength is no less than ours. They have been conserving their power and eyeing us from the sidelines.
Besides, Nova Prime has already made concessions and will pay sufficient reparations for this truce.
Ronan, the Empire has never stopped waging war these past years. First came the Skrull Empire, followed by the Nova Empire. What we need now is to rest, recuperate, and consolidate the gains from these two wars.
Otherwise, even if we destroy the Nova Empire, we will only be making a wedding dress for the Shi'ar Empire!"
The commander-in-chief sternly rebuked Ronan.
Yet Ronan clearly did not accept that explanation.
"What about my parents and siblings who died in battle? They all died in this war, at the hands of the Nova Empire and the Xandarians. Are we simply abandoning this blood feud because of profit?"
"We are not abandoning it, Ronan. This is merely a delaying tactic. Once the Empire