Now, as for you. My Commander has a treaty ready, calling for the unconditional surrender of your nation, and your people forsaking their right to determine the use and management of the lands, with sole authority in that matter falling into the hands of the Imperial Government and Military.
You are expected to sign, or else this conflict will resume.
With the conflict being paused, the Holy Throne again requests permission to bring home its citizens and any refugees who wish to come along. Hans Christianssen of the Congregational Science Department also requests a sample of fungus tree bark for the advancement of biological sciences.
He tried and his country forced his president to resign.
The blockade is down for the moment. Let the rats flee from a sinking ship as they please. As for Mr. Christianssen, until authorization is given, non-Imperial assets are still barred from entry to the Isles.
No for the refugees to be able to leave.
The Throne again launches a fleet of seagoing vessels to collect each and every willing person from the Blobonian Isles. Passage is also offered to domestic animals, and people are encouraged to bring plants and seeds along as a sort of ecological backup (lest the Empire destroy the marvellous biodiversity of the Isles). Transport of wild animals, also for the aforementioned purpose, is handled by the Empty Hands.
On Congregation soil, three sites have already been designated to serve as sanctuaries for Blobonian nature. Various sites have been offered as potential residences for the Blobs themselves.