>>5468563“Do you have anything to say in his defense?” King Cold asks the clan of assassins, all of whom look various shades of outraged and furious. Except for the raven-haired one you'd seen talking to Silver in your ship that one day several months ago, who only looks smugly self-satisfied with everything going on. Almost as if he KNEW this was all going to go down....
“Dammit boy. I TOLD you the Saiyan was off limits!” Silva suddenly bellows angrily, his own pale aura blazing to life around him. But you don't look down at the older assassin, keeping your focus on Milluki's restrained form. Despite being unable to break free of your grip, he's still got full use of his arms and legs for now. So you remain vigilant, staying focused and ready should he tries some sneaky attack towards you or the Cold Clan. “Now look what you've done!”
“I didn't do anything!” he squeaks back weakly in response, trying to curl up into an even more rotund ball, arms going to shield his head as if expecting a blow to strike him. “I didn't do anything wrong! I promise!”
“You claim to have all of this proof, yet I doubt the validity of these claims.” Zeno says, eyes narrowed as he glares at King Cold. “It sounds to me like your dear nephew fabricated false 'proof' to have my grandson killed.”
“I figured you'd say that. Which is why I had the entire server the former Lin Kuei and Covenant Sangheili were using.” Arctus claims, pressing several buttons on his wrist computer. A few seconds later, from the corner of your eye you see several Tekkadan technicians, flanked by more than a dozen of Arctus's B1 Battle Droids on each side as they bring a hovercart down the ramp. Upon it is the entire giant computer you'd seen in the security footage Arctus had shown just minutes ago resting upon it, the machine nearly as tall as the suit you're sitting in's leg. “Feel free to have one of your people go through the information on this machine, and compare it to the information on your son's own devices. I'm sure you'll find the data matching. Unless.... HEY! Milluki! Before we take you away, give them your passwords. Or I'll be forced to break your security and access it all myself.”
“Like HELL!” the portly assassin suddenly roars, pale aura blazing around him as his hair stands on end, lightning crackling around his body as he draws a hand back in a throwing stance. “I'll never let you into my search history!”
“No.” you say with icy fury, reaching out with your right hand. Refocusing your telekinesis, you grab the entire portly assassin in your grip while slamming your open hand shut. Slamming his arms to his sides, legs straight as you hold his body perfectly still. “You're not doing ANYTHING. You tried to kill my kids; you shit. You're lucky I haven't already ended you."
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