"Your civilization is only at the Strong Nuclear stage, yet your industrial strength is already so immense?
Previously, I had some doubts about whether I could secure a spot for your civilization to join the Alliance. But looking at your outstanding performance, this matter will surely be successful.
Head of State, are you truly not considering joining the Red Star Alliance?"
Tom sighed, somewhat reluctant and regretful, and once again refused: "Let's wait until the time is right in the future. At that time, I still hope your civilization can provide some assistance to my side."
Thus, over a dozen years quickly passed, and in the depths of the distant starry sky, a dim star appeared again, then rapidly brightened.
That was the Cloud Civilization's passenger fleet dispatched from their home system, currently decelerating.
