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”Fine, give him comms, he better have something worthwhile to say, and prep rescue operations.” You begrudgingly state.
Tense moments pass, as a new set of long-range comms equipment is sent down to the cripple cruiser. Moments spent locked into a dangerous dance with hostiles on the field, but soon enough, your comms officer turns to you.
“Sir, the VIP appears to be sending encoded messages. Similar burst to when the Vigilance fried its own comm system to send out that strengthened signal.”
“Anyway to decipher it ?” You question.
“Presuming we can get our hands on the equipment, yes.”
“Good, have it secured as soon as possible.”
With that last statement, you watch as the enemy forces begin standing down and drawing a safe distance.
“Captain, enemy signatures are still drawing near, but they seem to stay at the edge of tactical range.” Reports the sensors officer.
“He could be potentially buying time.” Tetreault voices your thoughts.
“He could be.” You don’t deny the statement. “And if he is, we will obliterate him until nothing but atoms remain.”
“Captain, the VIP is connecting, voice only, sir.” Chimes in comms.
“Let it through.”
You grimace as a distorted voice, sounding like metal rubbing against metal is heard. “I presume that I am conversing with the one in charge of this little <span class="mu-i">operation</span> ?”
“You presume correct, I am Knight-Captain Fergus Proenza, and your actions caused the deaths of a lot of good men, so I’d like to know why I shouldn’t just end this conversation by having a M.A.G. round slam into where you are standing.” You do not even bother to try and be diplomatic, this day has worn you out enough as it is.
“Aggressive, I see. Very well, I shall get straight to the point. I had been personally invited by the <span class="mu-i">dear leader</span> of this little member of the star league. These men here have all been brainwashed to willingly server their master, and more of them are gathering around us as we speak. The only thing keeping them from pouncing upon your weakened force, <span class="mu-s">is me</span>.”
<span class="mu-b">Arrogant shit.</span>
“Now that I had clarified this, I will also like to point out that I was merely contracted to fight for, and alongside the Raisatans. I have no personal quarrel with you, the ducal house, or the empire as a whole.”
<span class="mu-b">And now you are trying to weasel yourself out of the situation. Slimy prick.</span>
“I am willing to share pertinent information, my expertise and talents to your house, for a fair price. Now then, I find that conversations in person are always more productive. I do so request to be allowed aboard your vessel, so as to conduct these talks with more <span class="mu-i">civility</span>.”
>”Fine, get him aboard.”
>”Blow it out your ass ! All guns, fire !”
>”I am not letting you onto my ship. I am coming aboard myself.”
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