One of the first things Ajan's parents had imparted to him was that a Wolfe was [i]never[/i] to bow his head in surrender. It'd be a shame if they saw him now, he thought, completely helpless against a part-Dracian woman - [i]pirate[/i] - the epitome of that which he loathed. He had to do something instead of remaining there on the ground, looking like a groveling fool whilst her blade was essentially burning a hole through his uniform. Where did she get that blade, besides? In an age of guns, usage of melee weapons was mostly ceremonial; obviously, the pirate harbored a liking for the archaic. A pity Earth was now a desolate wreck, thanks to bad decisions regarding the remainder of the planet's natural resources. Man had moved on, and despite ongoing efforts to restore the homeworld, it would likely take years before Earth was returned to any semblance of what it once was.

[i]Convince me[/i], the pirate had said. And then, for the first time in his life, Ajan took so much offense that all words escaped him. Never before had he been faced with someone talking so directly down to him, never had he been so [i]humiliated[/i], toyed with, made a buffoon of! Instead of "convincing" her, as she so elegantly put it, the diplomat pulled abruptly away from the touch of her sword and stood up, dusting off his sleeves in a huff. He looked up, glaring directly into the woman's eyes as he channeled every single ounce of hatred he had for the Dracians and their kind. The Dracians, to whom he had been forced to play friends with for the sake of peace. "I am an ambassador, the son of an influential Association family and [i]exceedingly[/i] well-educated. However, it appears you are more interested in making a joke of me than doing any actual negotiation, so I will make it quick. You may kill this "soft human boy" if you wish, because I'd rather be dead than continue to partake in your little game!"

His voice had gone up in pitch, indicative of his anger as he stood there and stretched his arms out in a welcoming manner. So, this was how it was all going to end. Ajan had always assumed he'd die in his sleep, but this was almost like life had decided to completely skew his expectations. 

It was then Renfred spoke up from some distance away, in the midst of escorting the rest to the airlock. "H-His family is really rich, if that makes any difference."

[i]Shut up Renfred,[/i] thought Ajan as he closed his eyes, waiting for the killing blow to come. He'd always treated the awkward Renfred like an imbecile, but within he felt a small pang of guilt at the fact that even now, the man was trying to bargain for his life. [i]Stupid, stupid Renfred[/i]. Not that he thought the woman would actually consider what Livet said.