"Colonel Brubaker, my name is Director Wix and I'm here to demand you hand over two terrorists." Wix was in his nicest suit trying to mug for the view screen at a very annoying looking Brubaker who was hadn't showered in two days and his uniform had very clear sweat stains around his arm pits because the station heating system had gone haywire.
"You'll have to forgive me Director Wix, but are you shitting me? You're asking me to turn over two of the imperial military to face corporate justice while you sit just outside of our defense grid range with weapons powered up?" Brubaker didn't have time for this shit, he didn't have time for any shit, he wanted to be in the medical section questioning Lorentino and Therod, but instead he was stuck here talking to a corporate suit sweating like a pig.
"We are outside your defense grid because you armed it and we armed our weapon in response, what I propose as a gesture of good faith is for me to land on the station and have this meeting in person, so I can level the charges against your personnel and you can remand them to my custody."
"Alright Director that sounds fine, you do that." Brubaker turned off the screen before Wix could respond, Wyse was there looking sheepish.
"Do you believe he's going to come by himself."
"Not at all, he's entirely too reasonable, means he's going to screw us at the first opportunity, but by law I have to let him on the station and he knows that."
"So we're screwed?"
"Yep." Brubaker didn't have the men or weapons to oppose Morlatech's armed invasion, all he could hope for was to hold them off long enough to come up with a better plan. What that better plan was, he didn't have a clue.
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