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Mithias listened intently, perfectly unmoving like an owl, save for when his shining eyes blinked under his black brows. He titled his head suspiciously at Alucard, "Your.... master? ..." Who or what could possibly have been the master of this eminent being? The Tyranid didn't seem to suit him. Again, Mithias was faced with only more and deeper questions. He wouldn't get to say anything further before the Naquadria bomb began to vaporize existence around them. In that moment where time stood still, Alucard was already moving, grabbing Mithias' collar and flying with him faster than the accelerating blast wave of the first explosion. 

Before he knew what had happened, Mithias was dangling over the sea, watching the fiery mass of the pavilion plummet downward, blasted over and again by the starship above. Had his life just been saved? Holy shit... Alucard was a god. 

Mithias peek up over his shoulder, still dangling. "That would be the Goa'uld. They apparently want to destroy anything and everything associated with that pavilion. I can't believe we're alive." Mithias thought of the others that had been at the meeting with him. Losing a few of them would honestly relieve a lot of tension on this war-torn world, but their deaths weren't exactly his wish. Still shocked by Alucard's speed in escaping certain death, Mithias gasped at his proposition. 

"7 days?! And you want me to tell these beings to get along well enough to fight off your swarm of monsters? Is that even possible?!" He looked down at the strangely writhing waters below. "What are you killing this world for? Surely bestial insects are not the ultimate form of life. What company can be found in an instinctual machine? What soul?!" He would have struggled in his anger if it might not have dislodged Alucard's grip on his nape. "And what if we survive? What if we cleanse the planet of them ourselves? Then will you leave us in peace, or will you finish us off like an honorless pig? I don't see much point in playing your sick game, Alucard. Death might be the better choice, at least it would deprive you of entertainment." Mithias grit his teeth. Fucking gods, and their fucking games. Mithias may not have been able to contend with this being's physical power, but that didn't mean his will would break. "If you, or your mysterious master, wish to see this ridiculous show play out, then you are going to have to give us some concessions. Otherwise, what is the point in fighting?"