Navarro's men shifted with unease, one gripped his rifle white-knuckle tight.
"You're taking us prisoner?" He blustered nervously, "You're taking emissaries of a foreign nation prisoner at first contact? Do you want the Empire to send its fleets to your worlds?"
Technical Loire considered this, his expression remaining neutral the entire time, "Honestly? I would like to see your empire's fleets. I'm curious about how far Earth has come since contact had been broken." Loire picked at his fingernails and sighed in exasperation, "From what we've gleaned about your government, it's war weary and starved for manpower. Your incarceration at this time would most likely result in some feathers being ruffled, but I hardly think the Empress is willing to commit so fully to such a violent course of action with the Technocracy."
Captain Navarro's mind was reeling as he desperately tried to think of a way out of his uncomfortable position of powerlessness before finally slumping in his chair and putting his head in his hands. He knew that he and his crew would probably be tried as spies and more than likely executed before the week was out...after they'd been interrogated by their captors and their brains picked for useful information of course.
This was supposed to be an easy job, but then, he should have known that such a thing hardly exists. He leaned back in the chair to stare at the ceiling, determined to not give the smug bastard the satisfaction of seeing his hopelessness.
He figured he'd try to bluff one more time, "You're prob-"
At that moment the white-knuckled soldier broke ranks and leaped over the table, landing nimbly on the Technical. He threw a slew of grenades at the scrambling soldiers in front of him and unholstered his sidearm in one fluid motion.
There was a flash of light and a sound like cracking ice. Captain Navarro was sure that he was dead, but the light subsided and he saw that the entirety of the soldiers opposite him were immobilized in a blue crystalline substance, his security officer had a pistol planted firmly under the chin of Technical Loire.
"I'm sorry it turned out this way but you forced my hand," his voice oozed insincerity, "the Empress sends her regards." There was a bang and Loire's brain was smeared across the wall behind him. The security officer stood up and removed his combat mask to reveal a sick smile. Navarro's blood ran cold as he realized just who was standing there in front of him.
"The Cid." He just sat there gawking in confusion and terror. Derek Fayd himself was with them and, from his expression, looked to be having a wonderful time.
The Cid wasted no time and began rifling through pockets of the now dead Technical Loire, producing several cards and what appeared to be an E-Slate from the dead man.
"Take care of the rest." He said, motioning over to the Technical's men who were held immobilized, "Make sure you shoot them point-blank, they've got projectile deflectors and the superadhesive is almost as tough as concrete."
Navarro swallowed nervously and nodded to his men; they put two bullets in each man's head, despite the muffled protest of the Technocratic soldiers.
"What do we do now sir?" Navarro asked dumbly.
The Cid stood up, holding plasma charges and grinning madly, "Well first we get rid of the evidence and blow a hole in this wall. They brought us to a room that they could easily vent should the Technical ask them to; the vacuum of space should certainly be capable of hiding a few bodies." He set three evenly across the far side of the room, "If we're lucky they'll assume we died in the explosion."
Navarro raised an eyebrow, "but won't they realize we're just fine when we leave in the Crescendo?"
The Cid shook his head, "We're not leaving in your boat, we're taking our dead friend's." He held up the cards he took off Loire, "I've got the keys."
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