[M]Galactic Empires ::IC::

[MidKnight]

Sitting back on her chair and placing her elbows on the table with her hand clenched together, her thumbs touching her lips as she pondered about their next move. Though she had to admit, the rejection of offering the remaining Kel'Cyre fleet was frustrating. She could now begin to hear the pleading cries of justice to be demand and served. The soldiers who joined also wanted a little piece of action and were aching to serve and fight in combat. She listened to the proposition what the Terran Mercenaries had to offer, she figured they were well respected and when the proposition came to light, she examined the leader while hearing another proposition from the Sentinax. She quietly stood up and placed her heavy pistol on the table and looked among the crowd.

"The Kel'Cyre is crippled badly in a way it will not heal, wounds will not fade, and the scars will remain forever. The very idea of creating such a similarity towards the Lyran planet will not bring us satisfaction should we convert their planet into another machine world." Taionna stood straight and placed her hands above her waistline while holding her own hands. "As..." She takes a heavy sigh, "...as the future Queen of Kel'Cyre, I would be obligated should the Lyran council surrender and lay down their arms..." She looked to Quentin, "...will ally ourselves with the innocents of the Lyrans...our people should co-exist together, so we will understand each other and put aside our differences to prevent future wars. Just as us, we the Kel'Cyre barely have our military strength stand on it's last leg, and we are nothing, but innocent families with no protection." At this point, she observed the Sentinax, "I plead you would not condemn such actions on the undefended of the Lyran home world, instead, aim your weapons at the very teeth of our true target. Should you plan on, or give the very thought of annihilating an entire species...the Kel'Cyre will use what is left of it's military strength to stand between you...and the Lyran planet."

She removed herself from the chair and walked towards Quentin whom seemed to have injured herself in a crucial angered behavior. She stood in front of the Lyran woman and looked at her hand and reached in her pocket to grab a handkerchief and wrapped it around her hand. She stood there for a moment and looked at the Lyran woman, "As I said...I'll protect you." She turned away and walked back to her seat where she stood once more.

"Captains...Admirals...Leaders...We have gathered to only join in the strength of arms, brothers and sisters, to not only protect our people from obliteration, but from a mad man's lust for death, for chaos...for war. We have a goal, and it is to capture this Warmaster so he could be trialed in the justice court, and it would mean by any means necessary to capture this criminal. But we should not be using extreme prejudice such as wiping out a species that is being forced to fight again'st us. We should save them from themselves, fighting a war which they never wanted to be a part of...we are better than this 'Warmaster.'"

[AngelDellaNotte]

She took a step towards Primordus the anger still swelling in her, “We organics as you would call us are not like the Sentinax, we have a little thing call free will, not that you know anything of it. We do not all follow the will of some supreme being without question. We can defy orders we do not agree with. As I did when I was ordered by the Warmaster to attack the concert. I refused to commit those acts of murder you accuse me of. While I will admit there is blood on my hands, I am a soldier after all, the blood of the Kel'Cyre, the Charabidian, the Terrans and the Sentinax who died that day is not on my hands. I played no part in those attacks aside from warning the concert, an act that no doubt saved lives. Yes, I am a prisoner on this ship but the only thing I hate about myself is that I couldn't have done more to stop the attacks.” Quentin all but growled at Primordus, still clinching her hands her anger half guided at the Sentinax and herself. “I assure you I will not rest until the Warmaster is stopped but I will not sacrifice my humanity to do it.”

It wasn't until Taionna was right before her that Quentin even realized she had gotten up from her seat. And it wasn't until Taionna took her hand wrapping it in a handkerchief that she noticed she had hurt it when she hit the wall. A smile crossed Quentin's face when Taionna started her speech. This was the Taionna who she knew could lead her people through this crisis. This was the Taionna who was fit to be the Queen. Taionna walked back to the table addressing the Sentinax in a manner that seemed didn't seem directly threatening but at the same time made it clear the Kel'Cyre would not accept the Sentinax's proposal. Moving back to the table Quentin picked her chair up sliding it back to the table and sitting down looking across at Primordus while her hand stroked at the soft handkerchief around it.

[dakkagor]

Janessa stood and locked her long fingers together, frowning.

"Concert forces, whether part of a coalition or operating independently, have strict rules to follow. Garden worlds are to be preserved at all cost, and civilian populations are to be protected. It would be illegal for us to include their deliberate destruction in any plan of attack."

She lowered her head, and let out a sigh.

"For my part, I know where that path leads us. Charabidians, Terrans, we all have a long and bloody history. Vengeance breeds vengeance, massacres breed determined survivors. By destroying Rykuss, we would become the monsters the Warmaster makes us out to be. His grip on the population would become ironclad, nothing would break their will to fight. By destroying Rykuss we could extend the war by years." She glanced to the Sentinax. "Your logic is flawed. They would not let you keep a converted Rykuss. They would destroy it, then use its destruction to galvanise the population to fight to the bitter death."

She looked to Taionna, with a worried frown.

"So, we will start again." she reset the holo display. "Several of our ships have limited stealth capability. Combined with the hacking capabilities of the Sentinax, could we sneak a small assault force to the surface?"

She highlighted a small area on the planet, a bunker complex high in a range of mountains, near to a factory city.

"If we could infiltrate a small team of commandos to the surface here, and assault this complex, intelligence believes that we could shut down the OSAT ring and minefield. If its been properly designed, it will be impossible to subvert to our control, but shutting it down as the battle begins will be a huge advantage. At that point, a conventional frontal assault will have excellent odds."

[Queen]

"Excellent idea Admiral. I am in agreement in that this plan of action could indeed save us manpower but subsequent resources needed to prepare and repair our ship's." Shiro would interject. His mind was on the thought of conserving resources. Delaying an attack in favor of a surprise assault would reap a large measure of security when it came not only survival but on-hand resources as well.

"The question now is who will send their forces." The titan synthetic mused.

"I believe if we assemble my best men for this operation, Uroboros volunteer's can land and take this facility within the hour upon landing on the surface. Our men and women regularly drill and participate in combat operations involving high speed-low drag assault's but as soon as we do take the objective, we will be swarmed with all manner of Lyran troop's and small ships trying to take the place back. Our fleet's will need to move quickly, lest we are overrun on the ground and the operation end's in failure." He stated in a factual sense. He would turn, giving a silent look to Ironsides before continuing on.

"Ironsides will remain behind and be acting admiral of the fleet in my absence if we are permitted to dedicate troop's to the ground assault. I will personally lead them as well, guaranteeing some measure of assurance that we will hold the place till the last man, or until reinforcements arrive."

His proposed plan and volunteering to lead the troops himself was at best reckless and at worst suicidal, but he bespoke a confidence and a measure of assurance on the matter and felt that his luck in front-line engagements and leadership could make the difference in the battle.

[MidKnight]

"However, if Uroboros troop's dedicate themselves to the ground, we will need one of your technical or engineering specialists to drop in with us." The request was aimed to whoever felt like volunteering someone from their ranks for the operation as well.

"If this was any normal operation for me and the volunteer's, we would be able to have our engineer's break into their mainframe and shut down their orbital stations. However, it takes time for them as we do not know the inner-workings of Lyran security systems nor will we have the ability to brute force our way in. This and most of our engineer's and technical specialists are tied up in other project's."

Shiro thought twice about asking the Sentinax to help directly, hence why he was posing his offer to the group at large. While they were the best people to ask for help, Shiro wanted to keep them at arms length for now and the Sentinax have shown they do not have the capacity for sympathy, or that their sympathy was awfully biased or skewed based on whatever programming dictated their protocol.

Regardless, the offer was layed out as it is and it would likely do wonders for relations if said person came back from the operation with nary a scratch on him.

Tharos's head perked up when he heard the words, 'Brute force.' Including the uses of Engineers to be put to work. With a soft growl, his looked to the Uroboros Admiral. "Your troops know only to protection, they are more like guardians." He snarled, "My warriors had been trained since they were younglings, skilled in combat, heavy armor, heavy weapons. We'll be most likely be targeted first, but that always works in our favor." He chuckled as he took a step forward towards the Admiral.

"I. . . guess?" Shiro replied in a tone hinted with Sarcasm and his right eyebrow cocked higher than his left. "I mean, if we are stating the obvious then I would say your not wrong. Were a volunteer militia. Not an army." Shiro replied unflinchingly, even despite how the being before him was obviously taller than himself.

"That does not mean we cannot hold our own in a fight. Given the chance, we can give any group of soldiers a run for their credits."The idea that a bunch of civilians defeating a trained, organized group of troops in combat was unheard of but these were people who came from the Outer Colonys that they were up against.

Raiders and pirates were more common than in the core worlds and if anything, you were always taught to use a gun or survive off the land growing up. Given the chance and a little training, a group of colonists could become as dangerous as a trained group of core world soldiers or skilled mercenaries.

"This is no time to guess!" Tharos slammed his fist on the table, the loud thud echoed in the room. Admiral Yinlynn's personal security guards slightly raised their weapons, but were stopped by her hand. Standing up from her seat, "Ambassador Tharos, please restrain yourself from disturbing others or provoking." She announces, then looks to the Admiral Sharo.

"Admiral." She nodded, "I heard of your creativity of your work, though I have to admit. You will find no quarrel with the Kel'Cyre. Believe it or not, we actually find it very interesting." She smiled, "I have several Elite units on stand by I can lend them to you if you wish." She looked to the Dragonoid and glared.

Tharos growls softly and takes a step back, "And our heavy units as well, if you want your...people defended, we can do that."

"Your offered asset's are appreciated and accepted. You have my thank's Admiral's." Shiro gave a slight bow to the both of them, crossing his right arm over his chest in a show of gratitude. Though he was offput slightly by the Dragonoid's aggressive display. 'Another person with a temper I need to watch out for.' though the best way to win his respect in this situation would be to prove himself to his men. Make an impression on the field, and they might come to respect that. . . or view it as a challenge. Either way.

"That still leaves the matter of a capable engineer unfulfilled. Once we have that and the concert is in agreement with this operation, we can lay out battle plan's." Shiro's thought's were already on how they were going to approach assaulting the place, several key idea's coming to mind, especially to avoid sensors and anti-ship sentry cannons.

Tharos growled when the young Admiral Shiro had called him that. He turned slowly, looking over his shoulder to hiss. "I am not...an Admiral." He turned his body completely facing towards the Terran once more. "I am an Ambassador of the Dragonoids, Voice of both Reason and Terror." The growling beast stopped in his steps and glared at the Terran. "If you want to sabotage something important, why not just set demolition? The enemy will not be able to repair what is destroyed." There was a gurgle, a chuckle of sort.

The glare in all honesty was a bit unnerving. Nothing to protect himself short of his hidden energy saber if the Dragonoid tried to take a bite out of him, and it would leave a nasty mark if he did. He steeled himself before this being, back straight and gaze unwavering, despite the cold sweat dripping down the nape of his neck and reply "Ah, then forgive me for my mistake Ambassador. A slight that I will avoid to repeat."

Shaking his head in conformation, Shiro would break his gaze with the titan, moving towards the central terminal and fiddling with the screen, bringing up a view of the world and the surrounding orbital stations and mine fields.

"To the point: Why destroy something when you can simply acquire and re-purpose it? If we claim and hold this command station until reinforcements from the fleet arrive, we can use this as a deployment post for planetary operations. Well fortified on a mountain and with a good view to notice advancing enemies from afar. A perfect military instillation, but that is not all. We take this station and disable those orbital platforms, we can smash the enemy fleet and garrison our troop's on those platforms. We acquire their orbital defenses but in perfect condition." there was an emphasis to his last word's.

He would then turn and look up at the Dragonoid and simply reply "If we should fight, we should fight smarter rather than harder Ambassador." His gaze was a bit steadfast, his tone serious in nature. He would hope that his idea would at least have a solid foundation before the towering Scalekin.

"I'd say we destroy it! If we do acquire this...station, it would mean posting more troops to defend it, and I would rather have my warriors board enemy ships and take over it completely, adding a fine ship to our collection." Tharos chuckled deeply. He looked to the Admiral and sneered. "We should fight harder then ever!" He growled. "The Lyrans are not toys to be played with...boy, they are a worthy foe of our attention and we will gladly accept the losses, my warriors know the consequences."

"Dead warrior's cannot fight wars ambassador. However you are free to do as you please with your men as they follow your command, I must request that your men refrain from the total destruction of the facility. Uroboros has a desire to acquire these installations and technology intact." Shiro was of a mind to put these facilities to better use rather than scrapping and melting the raw materials down.

In the end, Shiro wanted to keep this place for now. Destroying it completely would just be a waste of valuable infastructure and ships that could be put to better use.

[Death of Korzan]

"To the point: Why destroy something when you can simply acquire and re-purpose it?" Admiral Shiro spoke to the Dragonoid, repeating Primordus's sentiment towards the orbital platforms. "If we claim and hold this command station until reinforcements from the fleet arrive, we can use this as a deployment post for planetary operations. Well fortified on a mountain and with a good view to notice advancing enemies from afar. A perfect military instillation, but that is not all. We take this station and disable those orbital platforms, we can smash the enemy fleet and garrison our troop's on those platforms. We acquire their orbital defenses but in perfect condition." There was an emphasis to his last word's, it hung thick over the council as the ever rotating hologram of Rykuss Prime sat in the middle, not the head of the Lyran Serpent nor one of its glimmering scales; just an interim world, a proper start for the concert's effort, for Birth's repent.

"If the Uroborus go down to the planet to seize the facility then Sentinax Units could infiltrate orbital defence stations and take them for ourselves." Primordus responded to the Uroborus Admiral. "We could snatch it right from under Rykuss Prime's nose. If the Uroborus could take the ground facility and destroy or corrupt its orbital communication systems Sentinax Units could infiltrate and commandeer the stations before our Dreadnoughts have to get within proximity of the Super Dreadnought's capital weapon." Watching as the holographic renders of the stations shifted around the holographic version of Rykuss Prime, Primordus sat long and hard in thought for a moment before turning to Janessa.

"It could be possible that the Lyran Super Dreadnought has communicated with the Orbital platforms, and in that case we could back-track their communications to their Communications Array and from there to their main processor and database - there is a chance that we could uncover this Wormhole Facility you speak of, Admiral Daysun-Shen." Primordus thought hard once more, calculating and incredible amount of variables and simulations from within his mind, 'imagining' - or at least as close as a Sentinax could get to imagining - what would happen when the task came to fell the giant Lyran Dreadnought. "We would have perhaps five Terran minutes before they would realise the infiltration, at which point the rest of the fleet could push to attack, the now Sentinax-Controlled Orbital Outposts joining them."

[Queen]

"Interjection. Locating this hidden station will prove fruitless. There is a ninety-eight point eight percent chance that in the event of an attack, they will have in place a fail safe tactic for the station to change location's or warp into the safety of their main fleets for protection and reassignment should the attack occur. Focusing on current target parameters would be more fruitful of an endeavor." Ironsides rebutted the idea. "The Lyran's no doubt mean to preserve their technology as best as they can and given their warmongering, will have in place a number of strategy's and protocol's to keep their most advanced technology out of our hand's."

"I am in agreement with Ironsides. Our priority should be the acquisition of their orbital defenses and entrenching a foothold into their installation. Honestly, we should consider how to handle civilian's and the remnants of their troop's on the ground once the fleet battle is won." Shiro shared Ironsides thought on the matter of Lyran technology. They could acquire whatever they have at a later date and when they can more or less hunt it down without impunity. In truth, splitting up in the face of an imminent fleet battle could result in severe casualties and a higher death count on the allied end. In the end, it was just probably best they focused on what was within their immediate field of problems rather than something that could be handled at a later date.

"Ironsides, do you have any projections for what the surviving Lyrans would do in the event of their defeat?" He inquired, turning his head and leaning against the projection table, crossing his arms.

"Yes Admiral. In the event of enemy defeat, they will most likely attempt to forcefully conscript men and women to bolster ranks and force their people into manual labor, mostly to fortify their own defenses as well as requisite personal effects and resources from the civilian populace at large. Aside from the quantifiable margin of organic unpredictability, all three of these situations rate above a ninety percent margin and a one-hundred percent margin for the resorting of scorched earth tactics." The synthetic titan stated, his eye receptacles flashing green with his every word.

"It is not surprising. In the end, the Lyrans will use their own people as slaves and take them hostage to protect themselves in addition of attempting to destroy what they cannot hoard resource wise. Ironsides, I leave you in charge to form and propose the second phase of the planetary invasion. Operation Name: Libertalia. The parameters will be to prioritize saving and freeing the forced conscripts and civilian lives and their belongings and personal effects second. The enemy forces are a low priority and as such, will not be hunted until the civilian's are secured and whatever effect's we can reclaim returned to them." Shiro explained the outlines of the operation to Ironsides. His expression was a serious and steadfast one, and his thoughts were on saving the lives on the innocent. Obviously, if they could declaw and thin the ranks without having to fire shots and kill people, they could save alot of time and lives in the process. Possibly winning them the gratitude of the people. Maybe not their loyalty, but it would show that the concert forces could protect them and care for them far better than the Lyran forces.

"Men and women of the concert, I think we should decide on our course of action now. While time is not of the essence, sitting around and arguing about how to best proceed causes this war to just drag on longer and for the enemy to entrench themselves even deeper."

[dakkagor]

There was a gentle laugh from behind Janessa, which drew the attention of the Admirals in her direction. The Charabidian admiral herself was rapping her fingers of her non broken arm on the table, a look of deep annoyance on her face.

"Admiral Shiro. You misunderstand our objectives."

She leaned forwards, her lips drawn back in a snarl.

"We are only here to recapture the Collector Ship. Everything we do, every action, must be directed to that goal. Capturing Rykuss Prime is a distraction from that goal, when all we need to do is eliminate its local defences and the fleet anchoring in orbit."

She fixed Shiro with a whithering glare, her fingers still drumming out a drumbeat like machine gun fire on the desk.

"Further, I will not hand over the Garden Worlds of the Concert, even Concert members we are at war with, to the Ouroubous fleet. If this world is to be handed to any one, it should pass to the custody of the Kel-Cyre as war reparations. But that is not my job to decide that, and certainly not your job, it is the task of the sovereign nations involved in this war to decide what to do with the conquered Lyran people."

She held up her hand and the lithe Charabidian female behind her, the one who had laughed lightly, handed her a data pad. Janessa speed read it, her eyes flicking across the page.

"We have some new intelligence, and something has been confirmed for me." She stood and placed the pad on the table, takking back control of the holographic display so that it showed a damaged Lyran ship.

"This Frigate, commission number RX-149973-D, was disabled in the fighting in this system. We have recovered it from a highly elliptical orbit. This ship, I believe, can serve as our way into the system. We use the Tagon manoeuvre. Simply put, this ship will limp back to the Rykuss system, and then break up in Rykuss Primes atmosphere. Its wreckage should be able to conceal several drop ships, which we will use to make our attack. We have two objectives on the surface: The defence coordination centre, as mentioned previously, and a military base being used to store artefacts from the collector ship, as well as Scientists taken hostage when it was stolen."

She highlighted the two locations on the planet.

"We will send in two task forces using this method. Task force 'A', comprised of Charabidian and Sentinax units, will overwhelm and destroy the command centre. Task force 'B' will be comprised of Ourobous forces and the Dragonoids, and their task will be to liberate prisoners and artefacts from this military installation."

She turned to the Sentinax unit, and inclined her head in respect.

"This attack will hinge on your races special abilities. You'll need to remotely control the ship convincingly enough to fool the Lyrans, then hack the local flight control net to mask the dropships. After that, it will be brute force and firepower all the way."

"Once attack 'A' has been successful, the fleets will attack. We will launch the main attack with the Ourobous fleet, the Charabidian Fleet, the Dragonoids and the newly arrived Sentinax Units. The Kel-Cyre will have the defence of our rear assets, and act as a rearguard in case of a disaster. Our Terran Privateer friends, I have a special task for you: there are several outer system assets, mainly a H3 mining platform and several factory stations, that I want you to attack ahead of our main assault. That should draw off some of the defenders and allow us an easier approach."

She calmly closed the holograph down and looked everyone over, before letting her eyes settle on Shiro.

"There is a high probability of failure involved in each initial ground attack, and at the minimum high casualties for success. As such, Flag officers will not be leading that assault, and I would recommend making it volunteer only."

[Queen]

Shiro normally wasnt someone to lose his cool, but the biting tone of Charabidian drove his expression quickly into a scowl. It was one thing to feign ignorance or remark due to a lack of knowledge about how Uroboros worked. It was one thing. Ordering him to do something however was an entirely different matter, and he perceived it as an order.

"Excuse me? But when did I take order's from you?" He chided back, his tone obviously annoyed by her at the moment.

Ironsides detected the rise in Shiro's blood pressure and the change of tone in his voice and immediately spoke up, alert and slightly alarmed that his commander's independent pride got the better of him. "Admiral, maybe this is a fight left for another time." He would state, walking over to shiro and resting a metallic hand on his shoulder, his step shaking the immediate area around him. Shiro would let out a low grunt, shrugging off his hand. "Admiral, might I remind you, be it due to a lack of knowledge about what Uroboros is or our independent nature, I only serve the will of the people and the will of my men and women that I fight with. We do not take order's from outsiders. We do not take orders from you core world assholes who left us all to bleed out in deep space. I will take to the field with my men and you will need to shoot me if you want to stop me." Shiro replied in a dead serious tone, giving the Charabidian a dead serious look with his only eye.

"Admiral!" Ironsides shouted at his superior officer. "You go too far. At least listen to what she has to say."

"I mean what I said. Uroboros may be a volunteer militia, but we do not take orders from people who left us to bleed and outsiders. We will play our part, and operate as we need to ensure the safety of organic and synthetic life." He would stand up, stepping around Ironsides and storming out of the place.

Ironsides was dead silent for a moment, his logic processors flaring up for a bit before turning to the other admirals and captains present and simply replying "I am sorry for his harsh word's. Shiro shares his sympathy's with his men and is dead set on trying to see as many of them through as possible. It is almost nigh impossible to change his mind when he get's like that. At least until he has had a moment to cool off. I will speak to him later on the matter but he wont change his mind as long as his anger is driven by his prideful and independent nature."

Shiro was a colony born citizen of the Terrans but their abandonment of the colony left a mark on him and others like him who's garden and colony worlds were not capable of being a strategic installation OR a resource world. Suffice to say that when the Outer Colonys were abandoned and the people had to become independent, they became really prideful and stubborn at the same time. Outsiders often called them red-bloods as an insult because of this, but in the end, these collective of colonists over time became a major volunteer militia capable of repelling the biggest mercenary, raider, pirate and bandit forces that preyed on the colonys so it became something of a title they wore with pride.

"Rest assured, Uroboros has no intention of claiming this world. We only occupy world's that willingly fly our flag and we do not force them into this decision. Our interests are purely and simply put to ensure the safety and survival of its inhabitants. It is the core purpose of Uroboros to do as such. Whatever conflicts we have had have always been born of the ideal's, scavenging resources or bringing criminals to justice in the peoples court. We are however more than willing to comply to the concert fleet's request, but given the pains that Shiro is taking to try and set aside his own differences to lead his men and follow your order's, he will like them, not respond well to orders. Requesting however is something they can all get behind and if asked rather than ordered, are more than willing to help." Ironsides attempted to at least explain and recover the mess Shiro just made. It was his duty to cover for him as the second-in-command after all, but given the various groups at odd's with Uroboros and how everyone feels with each other, it seemed an easier task said rather than done.

"As standing officer, Shiro and I agree to your requests and will attempt to follow your plans that you have laid out before us. Shiro might not be amenable to being held back on the Mothership, but I will try and show him reason."

Colonial pride has always been something of a problem with Uroboros. Dead set in their ways and views about justice and equality, it often left it hard for outsiders with other opinions able to place nice with them. At least those with the more extreme views. An easy way to win their respect and reason over their pride was to prove yourself, but given the history between Uroboros and everyone else, few have ever made that possible aside from the peaceful accord and interactions they have had with peaceful races and groups.

[Death of Korzan]

Primordus watched with amusement as the Terran Admiral stormed out, angered at the words of Admiral Janessa. Looking towards the monstrosity as it began to cover the tracks well placed by the now-absent commander, the Sentinax-Beta listened, and listened well as the once-Sentinax creature spoke of being 'asked' instead of 'ordered', as though it believed it had any right at all to speak to the concert's leading generals. "If the Uroboros cannot follow orders from Fleet Commander Janessa Daysun-Shen, then I - as the Voice of Birth - speak for all Sentinax Units in our belief that perhaps the Uroboros should return to cleaning pirates from their backwater systems."

Turning towards Janessa and returning the nod that she had given him, Primordus once more began to speak. "The Sentinax do not take orders from the Charibideans; the Terrans do not; the Lyran's do not take orders from anyone," Primordus came as close to smiling as a Sentinax could, relishing the reaction that Quentin had given him earlier - organic outbursts amusing the cold machine. "The Kel'Cyre, The Dragonoids, they do not; the Volarian's didn't."

"The point I am trying to make, Robot, is that this is not the place for you and your Terran master to 'attempt' to follow orders; nor is it in your Admiral's place to ask politely for commands - this is war, not a battle between smugglers and your outdated ships." Sighing with contempt, Primordus ran his fingers along his seat's armrests. "The Concert has lost far too many Units all ready, we cannot risk the petulance of an abandoned-colonist turned volunteer Admiral in ruining our plans because he does not 'like the fact that he is being ordered around by those who forgot him." Removing his fingers from the arm-rests and clasping them together, Primordus made a tsk'ing sound. "He's mature in Terran years, tell him to act like a mature Terran Unit."

Looking once more towards Janessa, Primordus nodded again, showing his approval for the plan already. "We will have no problem piloting the vessel, a sound plan Admiral."