Negotiations [Closed to Celestial Being]

[shootingblancs]

Michael sat on the side of his sniper perch, constructed on the sidewalks of one of the main boulevards in the City. Normally this was his firing range, but now he was here for a meeting - with one of the most troublesome groups on the ship. As much as Setsuna and his comrades were pains in Starfighter Command's neck, they needed every last body they could get for the mission ahead.

He'd chosen this spot since it was out of the way, where people were unlikely to intrude if the discussion got heated. All there was left to do was wait.

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[shootingblancs]

Well this was quickly going nowhere fast. Michael made a concerted effort to keep calm; to keep from letting the quickly-boiling anger show on the surface. Who did these idiots think they were, anyway? "As soon as that information is cleared outside of Command, I'll see what I can do. Even if the point of a battle plan is for everyone involved to be included." There was a bit of a dry tone to his voice there.

The sniper looked coolly at Setsuna for a moment before turning his gaze to Allelujah. "Habitable world, like the planet you all probably come from. Pre-Bleed, pre-Warp technology, just beginning early space flight and exploration. A few billion inhabitants who have no idea that the sky is about to burn above them."

"They'd notice Stacy if she came in, but the Quarter is small enough so that they won't pick us up. But they don't stand a chance against the Ohm without help."

And that was the part that really made him angry. Who did these clowns think they were? Were they really so arrogant to think that their own hides mattered more than billions and billions of lives?

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"Then we will continue this discussion when that occurs." But for right now, matters among themselves needed to be discussed.

Would their opinions align? Tieria could only speculate.