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Shultz felt himself nodding off, distress already planting its black roots into every inch of his flesh. He knew that such things were to be expected, and if the situations were reversed, that a fleet of Terrons show up announced in any Empire held world, especially anywhere near, or, Lords forbid, the capital, he knew the Imperial Security Bureau would not show anywhere the level of clemency afforded to him at this very moment. Still, he had hardly underwent this level of pressure, the only thing far more worrying would be if he had to answer directly to Abelt Dessler himself, and exposing himself to cutthroat court politics all the way through.
When this is all over, likely in some manner of pact, he surmised, considering that Geshtam jumps are nearly useless save on the strictly tactical level in here, it would result in a horrific rate of attrition not seen since the Invasion Era, where conscripts charged across trenches on airless moons immediately following an initial wave of fission shells when the land still freshly glowed, and met their ends from globes of ghostly green and walking corpses erupting into fully grown Parasite, all for the chance for a staging point to liberate an assimilated world. He himself only joined at the nearing end of the war, yet the tail end was the worse part, facing the Enemy themselves and not just the servitor-races, the horrors there exceeded almost all fronts and himself, a colonel by then, in the thick of it. Whole regiments turned their guns on themselves or their comrades, armor brigades suspended up high, and then crumpling inwards like wet paper. He even bore witness to an extraction attempt foiled with a single gesture of one of the Enemy, a cruiser at full thrust being held in place, even dragged down to crash on the surface. He- "-ou in there, retard!?".
A loud voice snapped Shultz's reverie, an irate Boshin being the source, there seemed to be a set of feathery lines extruding from him, each of the gleaming in an eye-watering way. Heatsinks from hidden psionic inhibitors, pushed to the very limit. "I apologize for the distraction, I am ready to continue." Shultz straightened himself out and quickly answered. "Well, make sure you hold up your end." 'End? Did I say something unconsciously?' "Make sure you answer honestly: What are some ubiquitous laws governing large scale investment and financing within the Kingdom? Now as a "Frontier-Commander" I am sure this is out of your field of expertise, but judging by the name of that title again...I am sure you may have dealt with such situations, maybe you keep a clipboard of legal responses, perhaps?" Boshin reverted to his previous self, as the heatsinks retracted, the other ambassadors not even reacting to his sudden outburst, as if it were routine.
