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This is Lord Admiral Vassago of the Draconian Empire, hailing Legion vessel. State your rank and position and cease all movement or we will blow you out of the water.
Cut the crap, Vassago. You called this parlay. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t tear your flagship to shreds right here, right now.
The world has become smaller, Captain Vasquez. The Scourge, the Forsaken, even the clans of Reavers on the far edge of the world, we can both agree: there is not enough room for all of us.
For years, the Draconian Empire has ruled everything we see. No one can doubt our strength. Even you and your *upstarts* fear us. As you should.
Did you bring me all the way out here just to pat yourself on the back? Because I have better things to do than listen to this garbage.
Zoe, allow me to be frank. What if, instead of the iron fist, we offered you an open hand?
Think of it. The might of the Draconian Empire behind you. Think of all you could accomplish for your people. Think about how powerful the Legion could become.
Big talk. What’s in it for you?
Why, peace, of course. Peace and an agreement between us. Give us your Megaship technology. And, in return, you will have the pleasure of our protection.
The marriage between the Legion and the Draconians will usher in a new era of total dominance.
Well, Zoe? What say you?
I’ve heard enough. All hands! Ready the cannons! Full speed!
[...sounds of sirens; weapon firing cycles spinning up; engines coming online...]
What?! You dare?! You will not live to regret this, woman!
I’ve drawn you a map, Vassago. So when I tell you to go to Hell, you’ll know which direction to steer your little boat. I’m transmitting the coordinates to your vessel right now.
[... torpedo tube launch sequence initiated...]