Blow Stuff Up, Hope For The Best

The best plans involve blowing things up. - Chronicles of Lorentino

"You are so much an idiot." The captain of the vessel was a man named Sinclair, I appreciated his candidness. He had come down to the airlock when I said I refused to leave my ship, I also told them if they attempted to dislodge it, the ship would explode (it wouldn't because I'm not that big of an idiot, but they didn't know that).

"Well I was planning on docking up with the conference and threatening to blow it up, but your ship is fine, the chain reaction will take out the other ships."

"And you'll survive how?"

"Let me worry about that, unless you want to talk terms." Sinclair frowned. It was the frown of someone not actually in charge who now had to try and carry out orders that would cost him more than he'd prefer.

"I can't talk terms its not my place we have orders."

"Orders to work with the corps to kill the me, my son, and the Rondyne correct? Spencer is a traitor." I took a shot in the dark, but I could see in his face I was right.

"Orders Lorentino, I still have to follow them." I smiled I had him right where I needed him.

"Unless you don't, the Emperor doesn't want a war, Spencer does, because he then becomes Emperor its a power play, and he's using you as the pawn to get there." I worried for a moment while we were talking the Rondyne might have won and then turned their attention to the Ronerawth fleet, but if they weren't actively engaging we were probably safe, unless the corporate forces won the back and forth.

"And should I disregard my orders how can I be assured I won't be the one fitted for the noose." Now I knew I had Sinclair.

"Oh there are ways to avoid that, but first dear captain we must save the Rondyne." His look of surprise was enough to tell me he would do whatever I told him to do. What can I say I'm a student of turning people against their best interests. Its what I do.