Not Exactly A Betrayal, but it Feels Like It

Betrayal comes in several forms, but for me no matter how you intend on it, betrayal is in the mind of the betrayer, so even if you don't personally feel it is one, too bad you betrayed someone. Unless I did it, then it was ultimately for your greater benefit, even if it kills you, especially if it kills you. - Chronicles of Lorentino

The Rondyne were nice enough. Rolando was welcomed at their station, they didn't disarm or shackle him. He felt like an ambassador, and less like a prisoner, but something still felt off. He didn't like how things were working out. He didn't like how he had been effectively selected for meeting with a species his own people had strict rules about not engaging, and he didn't like how they had done it secretly. He just didn't trust the Rondyne or Vtrasia and that fear was escalating with each "Welcome honored guest" he got from the blue skinned no eyed people.

"And so we come to why you're really here commander." He was seated at a desk of large man with a scraggly green beard. Vtrasia was there behind the man, as was a guard at the door. Rolando figured the jig was up.

"About time."

"We need you to arrange a meeting between the Royal military, us, and your father."

"I feel this goes unsaid, but that's almost gods damned impossible." Rolando assumed they knew this, but he didn't think they fully understood it.

"Because your father is a criminal?"

"Because my father is insane, the Royal military barely trusts me at this point, and the Rondyne effectively kidnapping me doesn't make any of that easier."

"Point taken, but you have a week to arrange it."

"Or?"

"Get it done in a week Commander." Rolando was ushered out and he felt he knew the answer to the or "or we kill you." Failure usually was a fatal problem in his previous life experiences.