"Very well. Things are being packed. Due to the neighborhood, I've decided a move is in order."
Aseron would be moving soon to Zaned. There nobody knew him, he hoped. The running for the senate had been a big mistake. And one he would correct as soon as possible by never running again. His wife would run through the house and finish packing things as would he. Finally everything was packed up and so they called a Galaxy Haul, the Galactic Version of the U-Hauls from Earth to come. All the furniture and stuff in the house would be loaded into the frigate provided and off they would go, to a new destiny elsewhere. 70,000 credits richer, Aseron had plans now.