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"Haw cooom I keeep forgetting that?"

"I genuinely hate you….Not you, the uh. Servant robot that is just off camera, yes."

Seneschal Klaast peered at the screen, his eyes narrowed as he glanced at the other officers around him, before he turned back to his weapons command officer, “Find me a firing solution.” 

Then he turned back to the screen, “I am Gladius Dei Senechal Dou’far Klaast, Lord General of Anagr-Rylla. You have entered a very restricted place in during the opening phases of a war…”

The Nas’Gadurian rubbed the stubble on his blue-skinned face, “The rules of war are very clear in this case, our enemy, the Talisians have attacked us and then you appear here at our home world, ready I presume to bring the Angar-Ryllan Empire to its knees?”

The General shook his head as a leaned forward, “I would rather believe, LeeRoy, that you are merely a lost traveler who has made a simple mistake and wants to leave.”

Behind the massive man, the fire control officer spoke up, “Lord General we have a firing solution, as do our escort ships.”

Nodding the Lord General raised a hand, “That will not be necessary will it?” His gaze boring into the screen.