The message that roused Max from his hungover stupor the next morning was completely predictable. The Alliance delegation and the Dryads had decided to stay to observe their terraforming efforts. At the same time, the announcement came in that the blue-skinned species would be ready for a Portal back to their home planet in an hour if Max were willing to oblige with their power supply.
The fact that so many species had focused on efficiency above all else and were incapable of opening a portal with their trade and diplomatic ships, relying instead on the space stations in their home systems, was a bit ridiculous to Max.
It was a matter that had bothered him for a while, and he was determined to get to the bottom of the matter today. He couldn't take it, not knowing why they didn't simply increase the power output of their ships enough to take care of all the tasks that might be required for their duties.