Yeah We Can't Authorize That

Admiral Roth did not like the mission he had been assigned. An entire warfleet to wipe out four people was the height of wasted resources. Roth had received his orders and immediately filed a grievance. He saw no benefit to what they were about to do, and certainly saw no reason to send an entire fleet to get it done. Roth was ultimately a patriot so over his own concerns he moved the Fifth fleet towards corporate space and prepared to bombard the planet of origin.

"Sir Captain Chalm..."

"Can kiss my ass, that little toad will not take up anymore of my time with his petty bullshit." Chalm had been trying to deal with Roth ever since he'd come on board. Roth could see what kind of snake asshole he was and recognized him from a report about his previous failing up status. This entire operation was his fault and so Chalm wanted nothing to do with him at all. He was content for the little toad to sit in his room and communicate with Roth's superiors as his communications person claimed he'd been doing since he arrived on the ship. Roth was pondering shoving him out an airlock when all of a sudden the ship dropped out of space cut.

"Sir we've hit the corporate line." It was jarring and unexpected. The corporate line was a ring of satelites that used magic and traditional counter measures to prevent unwelcome ships from crossing. Roth had never heard of a Ronerawth ship let alone a fleet being subject to it and had in fact expected to pass by it without issue.

"I can see that, why are we out of cut space?"

"The line is active."

"Again I'm aware of that, get those damned idiots on comms, what is this bullshit?" Roth was annoyed, he didn't want to do his mission, but that the corporations would keep their defenses up preventing him from doing it pissed him off more.

"This is corporate security what is the nature of your problem?"The corporate security officer looked like the lowest of rungs, Roth in his full uniform felt beneath it to even discuss the issue.

"Admiral Roth Fifth fleet, your stupid line is up preventing us from accessing." The security officer yawned and Roth almost leapt out of his seat.

"Right, we can't allow a hostile fleet through the barrier right now."

"Hostile? Are you shitting me with this?"

"Sir if you are going to keep up the attitude I'm going to end this conversation."

"HOSTILE? I'LL SHOW YOU HOSTILE YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!" The line went dead and Roth lost his temper, and smashed his little display screen on his command chair. "ARM THE BATTERIES!"

"Sir the line is more than capable of annihilating..."

"ARM THE GODS DAMNED BATTERIES!" The order went out across the fleet, and so Ronerawth and the corporate sector went to war for twenty eight point five seconds.