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*[[Disaster in Space/Amy:Rebels:Aggressive Negotiation|A warning shot]] | *[[Disaster in Space/Amy:Rebels:Aggressive Negotiation|A warning shot]] | ||
*[[Disaster in Space/Amy:Rebels:Ending|A full spread of torpedoes]] | *[[Disaster in Space/Amy:Rebels:Ending|A full spread of torpedoes]] | ||
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Current revision as of 10:28, 11 May 2015
You decide to call his bluff. He needs those weapons more than he's letting on, and you know it. "Is that your ace in the hole? You brought four heavy fighters to blow up your own shipment of weapons? Not only are you shitty soldiers, you're shitty businessmen too!" You lay it on thick, laughing in his face. It seems to be working, because you think he looks a bit ruffled. "Don't insult my intelligence, honey. I know you need these weapons, and I know you're not about to blow me to smithereens because I'll just be taking them with me. Now cut the crap and make me an offer before I decide to sell them to someone with a little more integrity." You figure that last remark will cut him deep, since he obviously wants to be thought of as some kind of war hero.
You've definitely made an impression, because the rebel leader doesn't have anything to say to you. He just stares at something on his console, looking a little bewildered. You smirk to yourself. He thought he was totally in control, but you've shattered that illusion for him. Maybe now he will show a little respect.
After a long pause, the rebels give you their reply:
