As opposed to the terrorist in the middle of the room?
Fine.
Fetch.
Home at last, from my meeting with the District Galactic Council.
How peculiar. I don't remember relieving any guards from their duties. I'll have to ask Lehena if she has anything to do with--
Behind you.
Wh--
at--!? W-wait, Lehena, is that... what's going on!?
I'm not your wife.
D-dear... don't speak like that, not even as a joke. Surely, we are both m--
?!?
As I said, I am not your wife. Or rather... I'm an entirely different entity than she is. Do you understand now?
...Lehena!?!? What have you d-done with her!?!?
I've done nothing. She's fast asleep, currently in your bedroom. Your bodyguards, and cameras... All are sound asleep as well. They will regain their conscious in a predetermined time interval... likely equivalent to four hours in your time.
What... what are you!? What do you want with me!?
(464 years old. You'd think he'd already be prepared for an event like this...)
...I'll be frank. I'm here because I was contracted to find and terminate you. By someone other alien who doesn't agree with your politics.
U-AGH?@!
That's all I can divulge. Unfortunately, you won't be meeting with them again, either... I'll put you out of your misery before you can feel any pain. Sleep.
No, ... NO! YOU CAN'T! YOU CA--
Kill confirmed. I'll be leaving this planet ASAP. I no longer have any business here. Everything in this mansion's premises will awaken in about a few hours.
I'm disappointed in how flawless you are. Mistakes would surely keep things exciting.
Yeah. They're also an easy crash course on getting killed. Even with this ability, I'm not invincible.
Mmmm.... You still need to give me the rundown of how exactly that function of yours works. Satiate my curiousity.
How do I know you'll keep it under wraps?
Oh, you know I haven't a choice. You'd find and kill me in an instant... So what's stopping you?
...
...Alright, sure. But it's the first and last time. Spill it to anyone, and you're dead.
You do remember that your license to fly expired last week right?
So where to then? anywhere specifically that might have some shmuck willing to pay ridiculous amounts of their planets currency for our finds?
Well... honestly I can't see too many appealing places too close by...
However! we should follow the next ship that leaves! a ship from here is BOUND to lead us to someone with more money than sense!
...
Well, big guy, yer’d done exactly what i asked ye’.
Brain’s not bein’ sold, so here, have yer’ fella.
Oops. Blame ‘me slippy fingers.
Physically capable worker located. Drawing from records…
“Revo”, I require your assistance. Most personnel–
Calm, kidd-o. I’m almost certain he’s going to start bitin’
....
En...En..Encore!
Gr...grr...
...!
M o v e a n i n c h a n d w e b o t h e x p l o d e.
...
Kid, y’hear me? Know where Tranca is?
Estimated area of explosion, in accordance to scan...
‘Me buddies are running out of whiskey, y’hear?
The spherical diameter of the barrier…
..Kidd-o? Y’hear..?
Built at an angle of 93 degrees,
‘Yer the only one I can trust ‘ight now
with a density of…
...I suppose it’s stayin’ with m-
You’re distracting.
“Hypnonites”… very interesting. Very interesting, indeed… can you elaborate on the matter?
It’s implanted into my sockets. They’re pieces of nanotechnology that assert a sedative-like control over others upon visual contact. All I need to do is look something its eye– or other optical system.
Oh? And what happens then?
Whatever I want, to the artificial or biological. One contact is made, I have complete control over the target’s senses. I influence what they see. What they feel. What they hear.
Hmmm… then let me take a wager on what I believe happened during your latest hit.
Shoot. Your guess is as good as anybody’s.
After infiltrating Dregs’ home, you managed to shut down all the security guards… incapacitating them at least until you were already long gone. You found the location of all of the cameras, and caused a malfunction with a few more glances.
You waited behind the door for Dregs to arrive, then surprised him while he was in shock. He didn’t cry for help, so you probably took the illusion of a loved one to keep from immediate alarm… and then, you killed him.
…
It would be easier to trust you if you were less perceptive.
Fufufufu! I am an awfully sharp one, am I not?
But yeah. You got the gist of it… I let the bastard know he was going to die, because I thought I owed him that much… but he made things even more of a hassle. People need to suck it up. When you’re dead, you’re dead.
…….That man had children… when they grow up, they very well may dedicate their lives to ending you.
Hnn…
I’m more than privy to that… and I know what I’ve done is beyond justifying. But if they end up the same type of people as their daddy... there’s more than a chance I’ll be seeing them in the future.
…
…Oho… stoic as you are, not even I can predict some of the things you’ll respond with sometimes.
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