Fearsons stood tall and confident, still watching tensely. He was unsure of Hyfe's words, he was not yet ready to trust them. The emperor narrowed his eyes to the "negotiator" and dropped his hands behind his back, clasping them together.
"Hyfe, why after I killed one of your pilots, took a planet in your beloved sector, foiled one of your plans, am constructing an Eclipse-Star Destroyer, and prevented several of the Freedom Guard Corporation's personnel from falling to the hands of the Empire would you suddenly offer 'peace'? What assurances do I have this is not a front?
"I've been around a long time Hyfe, have you forgotten my titles IN the Empire before I disappeared, or have you just not been reading your history books? If you are what you claim, to be the only true Empire I left, I will need assurances. And what exactly are <!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->
your<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> terms? Is that supposed to be your way of warning me that I will be offered title in return for Yaga Minor and most of my empire? My answer to you, if you wish to take Yaga Minor from me, is flat out no. I will not trade off my people to avoid a war. They are my people, and my people they will remain, because that is exactly what they are...people, not droids." He then turned to Admiral Wyldan, giving him a slight nod, who in turn nodded back and left. Fearsons' full attention was now on the talks.
"What?" was the rear admiral's only response. Daqurii had been given orders by Fearsons himself to defend the orbit, and now he was being told to withdraw to Yaga Minor? Why? But he dare not defy superiors, and after Wyldan repeated his order...he simply nodded. "Yes sir, my fleet is moving out." The Avengers...closely followed by the Chimera Fleet, without hesitation, left the system.
