General Greaves
Deimos, and Phobos glowed brightly in the sunlight through the viewscreen. Greaves knew it was simply the computer doing its job and highlighting the objects for him. But still, it was a beautiful sight.
“No, General Lee. That is unacceptable. Your station on Phobos needs to have additional supports put in place. In the long run, it’ll need to be scrapped and rebuilt from the ground up. The quality of steel your workers had was nowhere near the correct grade for something like the proposed shipyards. But for now, my construction crews are willing and able to put in structural supports so it can operate safely.”
General Lee, the undisputed leader of the Chinese colony on Mars, frowned. “We are granting you access to the colony and nominal control on the ground. Our space operations, including those shipyards, are on lease General greaves. You do not own them, and neither will you ever do so.”
Greaves laughed. It wasn’t the most diplomatic thing to do, he knew, and it cost the Chinese General a lot of face. But he wasn’t the one who had his entire fleet to defections to the Russians.