It wouldn’t take more than one moon-buster to turn Bachwezi into a breakfast slurry. And less than a casse 'a face would take care of Kitara, their orbital habitat. The warships the Union had in service right now around Bachwezi wouldn’t be able to stop retribution. Congregate political commissars stationed on each warship had lots of jobs like nag and snitch, but only one real important one: flick the fucking scuttle switch if the client nation ever went rogue.
