Never Enough Time for the What's

"I don't even know where to begin." The ship was massive, made out of some kind of metal Rolando had never seen, and staffed by a dizzying array of people dressed in clothing of all walks of life. How his father had acquired it, what he planned on doing with it, and just what? Were constantly on Rolando's mind. He knew Trezlan was dangerous, he had no idea he had the kind of resources on display.

"Thank you is a start son." Even when Trezlan was correct he was still a dick.

"You do realize my career is..."

"Effectively over, yes you keep telling me this even when it wouldn't be the worst thing ever, and its not like after we save the galaxy they'll punish you because you worked with your supremely competent father and his crew of undead mercenaries." The two made the bridge and a man in a uniform from at least three hundred years earlier (according to history that Rolando had studied) saluted Trezlan.

"Sir the bio's space force has been annihilated."

"Excellent, not a problem I assume?"

"No sir, the destabilizing weaponry worked as advertised."

"Of course it did, there's a reason it was banned in the first place, but desperate times, and its not like anyone alive cares." Rolando was a bit appaled, not only was his father in charge of a warship they were using banned weapons? He knew his career was most definitely over.

"Sir we have another cut opening up near by."

"Bios?"

"Negative corporate identifier, Morlatech ships, a lot of them." Trezlan frowned, he was under orders to destroy the bios and not take the ship on any kind of vengeance mission against Morley. Which unfortunately meant not killing Morley even if he showed up.

"Unidentified ship, identify yourself or be destroyed." Morlatech's officers order made Trezlan laugh, he didn't know much about the ship Hanlon had given him, but he knew that even though Morley had sent fifteen ships he doubted they could destroy his.

"This is Trezlan Lorentino of the Profit Margin, I'm well aware of who you assholes are, so you might want to state your business before we destroy you." Trezlan felt quite smug about that, it was nice to be in power if only for a little bit. The morlatech ships did not send a signal back, most likely conferring among themselves. Eventually a signal was sent back.

"This is Morley, nice to see you decided to do Trezlan, we have come to help."