Chalm looked at the video he had recieved with dismay. His strike team was all shackled up and being held by the still alive members of the shit squad. Chalm did not like where it was going. Along with the video he had been forwarded the real records of his service and a threat that they will be released along with the strike team to the proper authorities in corporate territory. There wasn't a threat, there wasn't an or else. It was simply a video telling him he was screwed and that was that. That was not that for Chalm, he would not take this lying down. He started calling favors on favors, he wasn't going to be the one going down for this. He was going to kill the Shit Squad and do it with a big grin on his face.
It was simple really, he just had to rely on Ronerawth doing the thing they do best. Cover shit up. He just had to imply that Lorentino and Therod had some embarrassing information about the emperor from Lorentino's brief liaison with him. What Chalm did not suspect was the level of embarrassment this caused. What he hoped to get was another strike team. What he actually got was a war fleet ready to annihilate the "lorentino" menace once and for all. Chalm was beside himself with glee. He figured this would be just the career opportunity he needed to become an admiral himself. All he had to do was kill three people, and with a war fleet how hard could that be?
***
"A warfleet." Carut read the screen in disbelief
"You have got to be shitting me." Therod could believe it, if only the stupidity of it.
"I blame this on Rolando its totally his fault as a Lorentino."
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