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Beatrice still lying on the floor responded to the now talking hologram of Boris.

"How do we stop something that hurls dead moons at us. We both know I work with statistics and facts, I relay information for you 24/7, and this time the numbers aren't adding up. We have encountered far too many set backs, and now we have a destroyed battle cruiser, and a team full of people that want my head as our only survivors. How the fuck am i suppose to spin that?! Not to mention Project Scorpio which was probably destroyed in the disaster. Whatever is left of the "militia", is inside that big ass metal ball.

Beatrice finally finds her footing and hoists herself up, still shaken by the event. Her bright neon eyes intensify as she forms a fist in her left hand. She turns to Boris, and for the first time instead of seeing a visionary she sees... a coward.

"We should have never came to Nekrim! My job, not counting the mission I have to lead those negligent children, just got a quintillion times harder. I am the one who will have to explain the hundreds upon thousands of deaths, all you have to do is read what I write for you. You are a political mascot Boris nothing more, without me Drakov would be wiped off of Stratevaria! Did you even think to consider what would happen to MY PLAN if I hadn't reached the control panel in time. Do you know how much influence, money, and time we would have lost! I will kill, not capture, kill GEHENNA for what he has done! NO ONE MAKES A FOOL OUT OF ME AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!

Beatrice cuts off the connection to the hologram link, and stares at the window at a peculiar sight. A hovercraft littered with federation markings maneuvers towards the collision sight. The Ishkavi takes a picture, and briefly laughs at what she sees. She places the camera down and enters her own quarters. The picture still left on the camera, displays a white jolly Roger.