"Vote Ark! Let us all work together to apply to join the newest, richest and most powerful human empire in the Red Ocean! Forget about the Red Three. The mechers and the fleeters have become antiques who are about to be swept in the dustbin of history. The collies are nice folk, but they are too young and weak to make a big enough difference. As for the Terrans and the Rubarthans? They cannot possibly fend off the native aliens as well as the voribugs on their own."
The campaigning had entered full swing now that the day of the popular vote had arrived.
Not everyone cast their vote the first thing in the morning. There were still plenty of Larkinsons who decided to take their sweet time before they performed their civic duty to the clan.
This gave the advocates of the Saint General one more opportunity to sway the clansmen, especially those that had yet to commit to the Saint Commander.
