Within a space station that had already been declared abandoned in the archives of the Imperial Privy Council, in the Blacklaos Star Sector of the Sacred Galactic Empire.
"All right, everyone should understand the specific arrangements by now, yes? Time is limited, so if you have any questions, please ask them as soon as possible." Tan Jize swept his gaze over the room, his smile warm and his tone calm.
Yet under his gaze, the burly, hideous-looking alien men in the meeting room were all quiet and docile, like elementary school students.
They whispered among themselves, and one of them cautiously raised his hand.
He was a middle-aged Leg giant with brownish-yellow skin. He was exceptionally tall and powerfully built; even sitting on the floor, he was almost as tall as Tan Jize. His body was covered in scars, and he was missing an ear. He looked terrifying, like an evil spirit crawling out of hell. That was probably because he had never received gene therapy or reconstructive surgery.
A closer look revealed that his scars were all different. Anyone with even a little battlefield experience could tell the difference between bullet wounds, knife wounds, stab wounds, burns, and more.
Yet this giant, whose countless wounds alone could frighten a child into tears, asked in an extremely cautious voice, "Mr. Tan, do you still oppose us launching a larger-scale uprising?"
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, but he sounded more like an elementary school student begging his homeroom teacher for mercy.
Unfortunately, the "homeroom teacher" answered firmly and solemnly, "That's right. I still firmly oppose it."
"...But if we rise up, won't we be able to coordinate with the rebel armies in Franmore and Sumi?"
Another enormous Wookie, covered in gray fur, spoke up too. "Besides, the