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7/15/2025, 4:08:20 PM
You exhale, turning away from the monitor.
”Huh, I didn't know you were so passionate to order me, soverign royalty, about how to spend my men's lives and resources on a war you have no part of. I wonder if we have any stealth cruisers in your area that can pick you up. Maybe we can continue this discussion in person?”
Immediately, the old Sotten realizes his error. He babbles apologetically.
”W-Wait! I'm, I'm S-Sorry your Majesty! I'm not commanding you to do anything of course, haha, you being a Supreme Ruler and all! I just- uhh- I can be useful to you!”
”Oh? I'm listening.”
”I-I just, uhh, you see... I'm a smuggler. And for many years I served the Urgi as a pilot flying goods here and there during my long boring realspace sleeps. I'm getting old and have amassed quite a fortune; though I know the amount is nothing to a Ruler of a great and wealthy nation of beings like yourself...”
”Enough with the flattery. What can you offer me?”
”Redwings! I-I know where they keep their weapon stockpiles! I know where the Goldwings keep their treasures too- all of it! They know my ship and will trust my AI codes; one bomb, one virus uploaded into a crypto server and BAM! Massive damage!”
”Hmm. I'm suspicious. Why would you betray their trust like that.”
”Exactly as I said, your Majesty. I am getting old now, and want to retire soon. Fly away to some quiet world and make a nice sleeping-hole and never wake up again. I was gonna do it in Urgi space; but now I learn they're undercutting me; selling my contracts to their own people for twice my rate for their new little racial state. Bah! Fuck them! The Aristocrats are beyond my ability to do anything about; I can't even fight a single warship, let along scour a hostile planet and take revenge on some Aristocrat noble with all its scary diseases and genetically modified slave soldiers. I had hoped the Esaal would have killed the culprit of my hatred but no, it slipped away. Now, I hear you are giving them the what-for!”
”But why are you trusting me? You know I could easily turn you in to the Urgi authoirities and improve my reputation with them, right? I bet they'd love a little spy to execute as a first show of force to the forming nation-state.”
The Sotten fidgets uncomfortably. He looks very tired. You are not sure if it's nerves, or his species-wide developed lifelong narcolepsy.
”Huh, I didn't know you were so passionate to order me, soverign royalty, about how to spend my men's lives and resources on a war you have no part of. I wonder if we have any stealth cruisers in your area that can pick you up. Maybe we can continue this discussion in person?”
Immediately, the old Sotten realizes his error. He babbles apologetically.
”W-Wait! I'm, I'm S-Sorry your Majesty! I'm not commanding you to do anything of course, haha, you being a Supreme Ruler and all! I just- uhh- I can be useful to you!”
”Oh? I'm listening.”
”I-I just, uhh, you see... I'm a smuggler. And for many years I served the Urgi as a pilot flying goods here and there during my long boring realspace sleeps. I'm getting old and have amassed quite a fortune; though I know the amount is nothing to a Ruler of a great and wealthy nation of beings like yourself...”
”Enough with the flattery. What can you offer me?”
”Redwings! I-I know where they keep their weapon stockpiles! I know where the Goldwings keep their treasures too- all of it! They know my ship and will trust my AI codes; one bomb, one virus uploaded into a crypto server and BAM! Massive damage!”
”Hmm. I'm suspicious. Why would you betray their trust like that.”
”Exactly as I said, your Majesty. I am getting old now, and want to retire soon. Fly away to some quiet world and make a nice sleeping-hole and never wake up again. I was gonna do it in Urgi space; but now I learn they're undercutting me; selling my contracts to their own people for twice my rate for their new little racial state. Bah! Fuck them! The Aristocrats are beyond my ability to do anything about; I can't even fight a single warship, let along scour a hostile planet and take revenge on some Aristocrat noble with all its scary diseases and genetically modified slave soldiers. I had hoped the Esaal would have killed the culprit of my hatred but no, it slipped away. Now, I hear you are giving them the what-for!”
”But why are you trusting me? You know I could easily turn you in to the Urgi authoirities and improve my reputation with them, right? I bet they'd love a little spy to execute as a first show of force to the forming nation-state.”
The Sotten fidgets uncomfortably. He looks very tired. You are not sure if it's nerves, or his species-wide developed lifelong narcolepsy.
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