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<span class="mu-r">"Cijan!</span> Jale hissed. <span class="mu-r">"What are you doing?! Are you seriously considering give Farro over to this <span class="mu-i">thing</span>?!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Do you see another way?"</span>
<span class="mu-r">"I can't allow this- why are you sending a captain, one of the best in the Hegemony, to be some creature's pet?! Send me instead!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Jale... It can't be you. You aren't even of a high birth."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"You know, for "one of the smartest supremes ever", you sure do act like a fucking idiot!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"You dare to speak to your master in that way?"</span>
<span class="mu-r">"When you're being an idiot, yes! You could literally just lie! It doesn't know shit about us, our people! I could just suddenly admit I'm actually the long lost son of Akule and this creature would be sold! It would do anything to get to keep me. I'm a nobody musclehead- you're the Emperor and Farro is a starship captain. It only makes the most sense!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"NOBODY knows Akule's bloodline Jale. That's why he is <span class="mu-i">Unspeakable</span>. Besides, you have a family..."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"A family? What family? My Son who decided to move <span class="mu-i">planets</span> when I was away in hypersleep? Not that I blame him- I've been a terrible Dad! Always off doing missions. And <span class="mu-i">look</span> at me, by the time we get back, I'll be the same age as him, at least biologically speaking. My wife will be old enough to be my mother too- and if this life machine is what it's cracked up to be- I might even outlive my son too. Don't you get it? What kind of a father-son relationship is that?! Just tell him I died in battle against an alien threat- that legend would be a better father figure to raise him then me!"
<span class="mu-b">"Enough. I will hear no more of your self pity."</span>
"...What about the other option, what about resistance? My lord- that thing is only as big as a Hazaar, I could take it. I could strangle out its little neck. You could just pretend to choose me, I walk over, and bam!"
<span class="mu-b">"Jale- if it can do <span class="mu-i">this</span> to us, do you really want to touch it? The Aristocrats probably sweat neurotoxins that cause instant death- if not something worse."</span>
"Has my company finished talking amongst themselves yet? I do hate to be kept waiting..."</span>
