"You all have your points. I for one am totally disenchanted by the response the Alliance has made..." Nathan admitted. He knew Chancellor Organs was trying his best, but he was still a politician. Always playing the long game even if it wasn't worth playing. Even if the long game slowed vital response times down.
Nathan didn't mind the fleet
Jonyna Si
had brought. If she could get so many to defect that was a sign they themselves were different.
"Anybody bold enough to defect en masse from a government and abscond with so much...spit and polish is likely the last thing on their minds..." he said to
Kessari Vorn
.
"And if the Sith start spreading out here like a plague...how long do you and your sundered dawn really hold out when you're good at mainly hitting slavers? What's your plan when they send a Sith Assassin to murder you or a Destroyer to kill some place you like in retaliation for you hitting an operation of theirs. They'll murder the poor and defenseless just to draw you out. And they'll crush you on your own. I've seen them do such things to those who thought very similar to you. Valuing your independence so much you'll
make enemies you don't want or need." He said, his tone quiet,
almost casual.
But there was a subtext to it. The subtext being
he would be one of those enemies if she wanted to play guerilla on
them. Sometimes, you just had to put your foot down with these types, and make your position very clear.
"I ain't interested in taming wild space. I'm here to fight Sith. As for you...you think you can fight your slavers, The Sith,
and a bunch of heavily armed, well trained defectors, well..."
Nathan spat on the ground with the same level of contempt she had shown. He didn't care if she automatically hated him for standing up to her. Everything in his body language said he wasn't going to put up with her.
"Be my fethin' guest."
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