There's an inclement thunderhead of detached rage simmering behind the kettledrum-tight smile of those lips of hers.


You were highly fortunate.


You will not be if you continue to stress-test your ample luck.

This is a warzone. A warzone filled with civillians the Syndicflotte has an obligation to conserve.

There is nothing stopping you from making the journey in a fighter, or a shuttle, or a freighter, or a transport. It was your choice to bring a tank into the market square. Do not be surprised when the navy comes a-knocking.

I will make the realities succinct: Do not bring foreign artillery into the field without a delegation or you will be considered a combat target and destroyed.

I will not rely upon the Separatists for intelligence within my own back yard. Converse with us, captain. Would you rather be a guest, or a home invader?

We shoot home invaders. We accommodate guests. There is no middle ground here.

I have an agenda to keep good people alive, captain, and you're acting like a cowboy on a very dangerous horse.


Do not repeat the stunt. The Harmony, pride of the Pacifica docklands, is not a human shield. Abendroth out.