[b][u][color=salmon]Hostel System, Orbital Docks[/color][/u][/b]
The FCXO turned sharply to the Queen, snapping, "You will not [i]order[/i] us like your servants. Here, you are at our mercy, and you should think much more wisely and sagely if you wish to come out of this out on top, much less alive. You are a [i]Queen[/i], and yet the Slaver Empires' slaves have more sense than you." He leaned forward slightly, emphasizing his next words. "[i]Shut. Up.[/i]"

Then he whistled, long and loud, and a squad of soldiers burst out of a room down the hallway, weapons up and alert. The FCXO waved them down, but gestured vaguely towards them, in a military hand command. The soldiers obligingly took up positions along the hallway, making sure that the Queen and her two aides couldn't return to their ship, nor go deeper in the station. 

The FCXO parted his conversation with her with a stiff, "You will stay right here, and you will [i]not[/i] make any more demands of us. You belong to the Hocklyn Slaver Empire, now, and until we decide otherwise, you are going to have to take your place at the bottom of the rung, while we deal with the situation you are, no doubt, the cause of."

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A message straight from the Fleet Commander came next:

"Foreigners, we don't care for your history. Stop wasting our time, stand down, and cease your aggressive approach. You now have five minutes before you entire extreme weapons range, and you will be considered hostile and treated as such. Currently, we do not care to be [i]summoned[/i] like little servants to bow down before someone else. We do not care for your quarrels, we do not care for your wars, we do not care for your [i]outstanding[/i] cunningness. If you or these Roamaries would like to negotiate for our possessions, such as the lovely ship that looks to have quite a bit of technology on it, or the entire crew on board, including Pestiforo or whoever, then you may do so.

But first of all, [i]you [u]will[/u] slow your course and cease making demands of us.[/i] You would not enjoy making the Hocklyn Slaver Empire your enemy, and aggressively entering our territory or demanding the release of a Vergas, or slave. 

You are the leader of your people? Be the leader, then. You are off hunting a fugitive with a small fleet. Sparks, I could take you captive right now, and the only thing you could do is watch. And, until you stand down and back [i]off[/i] a bit, any attempts to jump into hyperspace will be sabotaged by this device. The effect, I'm told, is very similar to trying to jump with only half-power. Half of the ship will be strewn about a hundred lightyears, and the other half will come out in some far off distance, in Deep Space or some such."

You couldn't, of course, hear the laughter inside the bridgeroom that erupted after the message was finished and sent. It was, after all, still a far-off technology to sabotage such a jump from such a distance. But, the enemy could either jump away and risk uncertain destruction by a nonexistent device, or stay. If they stayed, they could fight, which would end in their destruction, since they are terribly outnumbered, and the Hocklyns have an idea of their weakpoints and ship design from the ship that was in their grasp, and being scanned closely by several destroyers, or they could negotiate, which could equal in their enslavement, their freedom and their prize, or just their freedom.