Talk:Prometheus Corporation Naval Fleet/@comment-24142455-20141220032456/@comment-11135771-20141220173749

I am... intrigued... by your offer. For the moment at least, I'll refrain from shooting down your fleet. Coordinates for a landing site will be sent to your ship shortly; I'll have my second in command meet you on the ground to discuss your proposal.

-Razanal

On the bridge of the PCAV Shade, Razanal walked up behind Crowe and tapped her on the shoulder, startling her from her work at a terminal.

"Don't sneak up on me like that! You're lucky I didn't just instinctively stab you. What is it you want?"

"The IRF has contacted us. They claim to have valuable information that we would be interested in, but want a face-to-face meeting. I want you to go discuss the deal with them and be our representative."

"Why me?" Crowe asked, annoyed. "Why can't you go? I'm busy coordinating my engineers building both the Requiem and Event Horizon II. It's not as if you have anything better to do."

"Ah, but you are wrong on that point. I have much more important business to attend to right now. It is absolutely crucial that I go back to sleep immediately to continue dreaming of R'lyeh. Besides, you're more expendable."

Crowe looked at Razanal with an expression somewhere between offense and confusion, before finally speaking again after a few seconds. "Well thanks for telling me how expendable I am. You know, if I die, you and Missirian will be the only ones left in the administration, and who knows where he is most of the time. And why on earth are your dreams so important!?"

Razanal shot her a death glare. "Do not question my dreams. The Old Ones are speaking to me in them. They will lead us to victory. I am the one paying you for your work, and so you will do what I say... voluntarily or otherwise. Now go."

The admiral returned Razanal's glare for a few seconds, before throwing up her hands in mock surrender and walking off, with a word to the captain to tell him to prepare a ship for her. She wasn't going to even bother arguing about Razanal's insane notions of eldritch monstrosities from the cosmos, and considering that he had just threatened mind control... it just wasn't worth it. Within a few minutes she was on board a Gargoyle, en route to the designated meeting place with some hidden recording devices and serious doubts about Razanal's ability to continue leading the corporation.