"The Beast -the one being whose presence kept the Green Lantern Corps from intervening in Vega- is now receiving psychiatric treatment on Maltus. Jarko gets his revenue from taxation rather than raiding, Amalak provides security services for pay, the Spider Guild are shipbuilders and the Citadel is gone. The sort of mass piracy Vega enabled was always a bubble economy and it just got popped. Karnans who've lived most of their lives in the Crown Imperium won't regard that as the cost of doing business; their fleet will be sent after anyone who tries that sort of thing just as soon as they've secured their home here. In addition, Tamaran is building a fleet. A few of the older delegates here might remember they way they used to use their fleet before their ill-fated attack on Citadel Complex."
In other words, sirs and ladies, the universe has changed around you. It's up to you to adapt to it.
"I fully expect the branx to pivot, as you were doing before the karnans arrived. Those with close ties to the Citadel will lose out, while those with external contacts will gain. The psions have worked through proxies since they recovered from creating X'Hal. They're going to find themselves in an extremely hostile environment. They might leave, they might fortify. If they try raiding themselves then they're going to receive more attention than they can deal with."
After all, Vega is no longer off limits to the Green Lanterns... Once the Guardians get onto it...
He glowers, but doesn't strain against the muzzle. I float him back to his seat and then remove the flight aura. He makes a variety of small stretching motions, maintaining eye contact all the while.
Not a happy lizardman.
"Clan Gizzard Spiker will never disarm. There is no longer any purpose in you being here."
Welp, he just committed suicide, politically at least.
The Gizzard Spiker councillor turns his way and snarls. "Clan Blood Flecks would be well advised to find it's gizzard once more!"
Man, where's the Krogan Headbutt interrupt when you need it?
He takes a moment to glare at the other gordanians, but he knows full well that they'd happily hand his entire clan over if it guaranteed their survival. Heck, most of them were actively fighting Gizzard Spiker not too long ago.
He can see the knives being readied, yes...
"You want a ring?" He tilts his head, eager but wary. "Here." I put a copy of my… Training guide, an editor-needed draft of my personal philosophy on orange light use, mixed in with practical lessons and reports from my own missions, on to the desk in front of him. "If you're interested, read that and reflect upon it. Master it, and you should be able to call a ring to you."
Heh. Good luck, little gecko.
I can just hear the "Oh god, what have you done now?" in his voice.
"Given your company, I suspect that I will not enjoy this conversation."
And you might be wrong there...
"None that have come to my attention. What do you want for the gordanians slavers?"
Erroneous Plural. Again. 
Some gordanians clans aren't prepared to do that and so will have to leave Vega."
And again.
"Let the most heavily armed gordanian clan, the clan most closely allied to the Citadel, leave the area and go anywhere they wish."
Not without conditions, of course!
And now I'm picturing the councillors going boggle-eyed at that statement.
"Yes. I'm only doing this to lower the death total on karna on both sides.
"Yes. I'm only doing this to lower the death total on
Karna on both sides.
