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Agency Director Rebekah Issane, quite experienced in receiving information in such a matter, took Tahir's words to heart, plying her own abilities with practiced skill, disrupting the electrical field of the very room's edges with extreme distortion and static in the wake of the belayed order, more than sufficient to completely corrupt any further transmissions from the Cybran contingent, drumming her fingers on the table before her, intentionally letting sparking arcs of psionic electricity hiss and spit between the surface and the digits. Where Killigan's primary trait was one of charismatic leadership, Rebekah's dominating feature was her psionic mastery, to which her political skills were secondary.

"You test our collective patience, Emperor. What is the point in this exercise if your own people will not respect your word as their most supreme power?"

The fingers drummed once again. "At this point, surrender has been established. Those of your people who do not acknowledge it will be destroyed, despite the blood already shed, be they Old or New Order. Of those of us at this table, the faction I represent was one of your potential allies during this period, but the callousness with which you cast your power has ended that leniency. Do I make the standpoint of the United Dark Worlds very, very clear?"