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There could be a chance to still get away. Maybe if you dropped your cargo, reduced your ship's effective mass, you could engage the warp and try to flee- faster then these bigger, clunkier ships. Your <span class="mu-i">cargo hold</span> doesn't contain anything truly valuable. It might set you back a bit- but you could recover financially. Better then risking your life- but you're not doing great on fuel, plus your ship is technologically inferior to their own- and they probably have countermeasures at this point. No no, this won't work. You have decided to <span class="mu-s">surrender</span> your ship. You turn off your defenses and sit still, letting them come for you.
The Jaxtian cruisers are equipped with strong gravity-beams; holding your ship in place to make escape impossible. They get up close and board you, confirming their atmospherics are compatible with your own. Then, they come inside, and take you away. You have been captured.
You've heard some stories about these guys- an alien race ruled by a ruthless autocrat. They've done some ethnic cleansing here and there- not exactly unheard of among the heartless Aristocrats; but not done among the Consortium, and it considered beneath the great warrior spirit of the Esaal. You don't much like the look of these monkeys in their straight uniforms, too-symmetrical faces, overly long and sleek muscled limbs that swing in smooth, svelte movements. These are warriors, and yet they walk like dancers. All of them. It's beautiful and strong, yes, but it creeps you out, just as an operating table just cleaned from its grisly organ-harvesting. The aesthetic product of inbreeding and pursuit of merciless perfection. You just hope they have enough mercy to spare for <span class="mu-i">you</span>.
You wish to return to your dreams soon.
