Sigismund returned to his forces lines in quiet contemplation. He had surprised himself. Perhaps because the alien didn't have as many gross features as others, he didn't get as angry? He still had four syringes out of thirty left after all...
The peace would take time. Not just moving things, politically as well. First would be a ceasefire. Both sides would pull out of this current planet and then his forces would pull back system by system over the coming weeks.
Then the pussies in the civil court will hold a 'peace council' which was a whole lot of shite talk for them to take credit for his outstanding patience this day. He would not be near Ecumenopolis one when this takes place or another incident of him ripping a noble's head off might occur... Again.
Then after a few months the talks of diplomacy will start and that is when Mr Lambdason will potentially do his duty to the empire. If not? Meh, not his problem.
