Quintesson closed the door to the doctors chambers, listening to his words expectantly.
"I had no doubts in my mind you wouldn't like what I had to say, we are well aware of how the governement of my home treats Zoners, and believe me there are not many of us that like it."
He necked his scotch and frowned.
"you also realise that the Endeavour can not simply be scuttled, it is not a wooden gallion full of gunpowder, it will take some serious firepower to destroy her outright, as for which if the ship were not so dear to me I would have no problems watching it burn"
He leaned forwards and sighed.
"We are hiding in the ice field because we didnt want to endanger your people anymore than we had to. None that still serve aboard the Endeavour believe in anything the government has done has been for the benefit of bretonia in the past year. the annex of omega 3, the rediculous conflict with Rheinland, and then! the acceptance of the bloody hessians as a lawful entity!?"
*he wiped his hand down his reddened angered face*
"Its absolutley bloody disgusting, you can believe what you want but ive seen most of it with my own eyes.. there is something seriously wrong with the uppers of Bretonia, so many lives destroyed for no real reason. and reason or not it needn't have happened"
*he takes a breath and calms down clearly frustrated and stressed.*
"most of my crew have no family left due to constant conflict, myself included, we hear what you are saying, but we can not scuttle the ship on our own, and i have over 1000 people on board the ship at present, im not certain you have the capacity here for such a sudden relocation, however this is your station so im sure you know what you have and dont have."
*Quintesson rubs above his left eyebrow stressfully, awaiting a response*