"Bang!"
"Ancestors above, have you all finished arguing yet?"
A dull thump rang through the conference room, cutting through the marketplace-like chaos.
Hearthkyn were loud by nature, and this one was practically the embodiment of a booming voice.
"Uthar the Destined. Ending this disaster is simple. Your Greater Theria League has such vast clan strength, so surely you have plenty of Ancestor Cores. Since you're unhappy with all this arguing, why not make a contribution for the sake of all Votann?"
A stocky Dwarf in deep red Power Armour, with a thoroughly mercenary air about him, broke the silence first. He pointed at Uthar, clad in white and green, and challenged him loudly.
"Selibani! You jackal among Hearthkyn! You greedy lapdog. Your Ancestor Cores must have suffered extra corruption to have bred the likes of you. Rather than let them produce more scum like you, we should put your people's Ancestor Cores to better use!"
"You!" In just two sentences, Uthar had shifted all the pressure in the room onto Selibani. Choked with anger, the Ymyr Conglomerate's representative could barely speak.
Of the five great Votann leagues, the Ymyr Conglomerate was the only one skilled in trade. Of course, they also excelled at researching new technologies, and their clever minds set them somewhat apart from their dim-witted kin.
Among the Votann, the Greater Theria League had the greatest power to rally others. It occupied vast territories and was also the federation that experienced the most friction with the Imperium.
"Go on, argue. Keep arguing. Once those silver daemons have reduced the entire Galactic Core to elementary particles, you'll finally be quiet."
A Hearthkyn in orange-and-white Power Armour sat on a chair nearby, watching the two quarrel as though enjoying a spectacle.
"Ennit! Has your Pan-Hyperian Alliance already smuggled all its