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"Lies? I believe my allies can tell dozens of stories on the horrors I have dragged them through and the many, many foes FAR tougher than you that I have bested. But perhaps words mean nothing."
You dig into your pocket to hold out two medals: One from the ADMIRAL himself and one from your impressive training track record at X-Corp.
Dasha steps in to check the medals before letting out a small gasp, clearly playing it up to spook Igor. "Ooo? Zat's some medals of recommendation from the Admiral of the Fleet himself. Equivalent to that of the Army General...seven rungs above you."
"Indeed. And he would not be amused to hear a KAPTAIN talking like this."
<span class="mu-s">"NO, NO, THIS. THIS IS A BLUFF. A TRICK-"</span>
"Nope. That Admiral guy? Shit, man, he's way more powerful than you." Lex interjects. He would know, he DID help you beat him. "And she <span class="mu-i">bested him</span> in a fight."
>61!
While he's still trying to act indifferent, it's clear what you just said shook him to his core. The ADMIRAL's presence is radiating around your body now (his 'vessel' as he likes to call you) and even if you wanted to, you can't hide it now.
He takes one step back. Then another. Then he collapses against one of the many bunkbeds with an expression of indescribable <span class="mu-i">terror</span> as he realizes who he's actually talking to. He's barely able to control his breathing and if you focus well enough, you swear you can hear his heart beating from all the way over here.
"I-I." The odd echo in his voice is now gone. He simply sounds like a very deep, gravely voiced man. "GET AWAY FROM ME! BACK, BACK, BACK! I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT!"
"WE WON'T. JUST...STAY THERE." Quentin turns to look at you, as if expecting you to do something else. You feel like there's something missing here so you decide to use a power of yours you don't have that much of a practical use for.
SIGHTJACKING.
Almost immediately, your vision goes black as you can access to his point of view. What you see is, to be quite frank, worrying. He doesn't see barracks; He sees the battlefield you and Dasha were in mere minutes ago. Your group is nothing more but armed soldiers to him. Granted your group did come in armed but...
You see that in his eyes, you're not wearing your thick winter uniform but instead of a very flashy magenta Admiral's uniform that's decorated with dozens of medals and awards. In your hands is a massive harpoon gun that's ready to pierce right through him.
Hm.
His perception of reality is fucked. You gesture at your various allies to put their guns up before, at the same time, raising your hands up to show that you're not planning on attacking. As your group raises their hands in the air, you notice a distortion in his vision.
>28!
You keep SIGHTJACKING up enough to attempt a little trick with it. Focusing intensely on what you're seeing, you begin to try 'tuning' his vision by squinting your borrowed eyes. Everything begins to go blurry and then, with a small pop, your vision goes black.
