The translators had adapted enough to properly translate everything in the discussion, it was useful because now the general was asking questions of grave importance. LeeRoy would have to keep this lie up for a while, because they were serious now. This meant a lot more than just LeeRoy barging in on them, no, they had some sort of agenda of criminal intention. He had no qualms with attempting to destroy worlds, no, he didn't concern himself with the lives of others. He needed some way to get this guy's trust. All the time in the universe, and yet he doesn't have any way of dealing with this. The planet below him was larger than Earth, so the gravity would have 

"I'm keeping nothing from you that you'd really like to know. The planet glassed itself when it erupted into nuclear war and its now an irradiated wasteland. I had to leave before the bombs dropped so maybe there's a scarce number of survivors of the war. But likely not many. But it was a backwoods planet, it was still following ancient religions designed by men to keep society in line up until the very end." He shook his head in a downtrodden manner, discretely pulling the two bloody tissues from his nose and tossing them aside. "And what potential do I hold? Well I've only been in this conversation for what? Twelve minutes now? I can understand that you're at war with a race on another planet that had the gall to resist your empire. You have a goal to capture what I can only assume is somewhat of a god or of greater power than a god. Likely to gain its power, and then you'll conquer the rest of the known universe with that power. If I don't side with you, you'll decimate my ship and check the debris for my thrashing body."

'What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing!? You're gonna get obliterated!'

[I]It's called a bluff, if I can show that I'm more than capable of outsmarting them, and predicting what they're going to do. There's a 50/50 chance that they'll either be impressed or they'll start firing.[/i]

'If you weren't immortal I'd say you were going to get us killed!'

[i]Well I am! So shut the fuck up and let me think![/i]

"And now, you say that there's a dreamer. A dreamer, on Aigyptos there was a myth of such dreamers, that if awoken then great catastrophe would follow. Though this is likely a twisted version of the tale, and there's something much deeper to this. As a man of science I'm more than ready to discover what really happens when you meet a Dreamer. It's all about knowledge General. And if you want knowledge, then I'm the best source you have. Probably the best source in the known universe. So yes, we can work together. And yes, I'd be more than willing to introduce you to the other immortals like myself." LeeRoy's face was incredibly stony right now, no emotion, no expression at all. The best poker face in the galaxy right here. The reflective glasses he wore shimmered with a stretched reflection of the General's ship. 

"I'm a man of science. And you're a man of power. Knowledge is the path to power, General."

'You're doomed.'

[i]With an attitude like yours I would be, but I have a feeling that the General would not want to see a resource like myself be destroyed. Especially in times of war.[/i]

'Oh my god, oh my god, you're serious? You're serious!? This guy could crush you with one fucking hand, and you're going to try and use some bullshit intimidation tactic?!'

[i]What other choice do I have?! Huh!? If I fire on his ship now, then I'd only manage to piss off what I'm assuming is the largest army in this sector of the universe! And then what? I run? Where would I run, I'm not going to outrun him, I can't warp for another day or so! So now I have to use my gut, and my gut tells me that I've got to show that I'm not afraid of him. Because if I weren't immortal, then I'd be terrified of getting blown up![/i]

'Y- You know what, that makes sense. If you show no fear, even in the face of total destruction, then you're either crazy or actually immortal.'

[i]Bingo.[/i]

'You're a damned fool.'

[i]Probably.[/i]

The scientist crossed his fingers, and hoped to his patron god that his bluff would work.