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Normally, Teddy would feel some assurance at those words somehow, knowing that someone would be doing all of the fighting for him, but they instead filled him with dread, for if the Emperor succeeded, he'd never get one of Shadow Draco's scales. He'd never do it anyways if he had been dumped into that munitions plant to serve hard labor. He had to think of something to weasel his way out of this.

"Hey," he began, "I want to play an active role in Mizer's defeat, if he learns about this, me and my friend are dead, if an accident happens at that factory or I try to resist as stupid as it maybe, I'm just as dead either way. This is a situation neither me or the Imperium will not win in because he's likely booked it far out of the Empire's reach by then."