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Amelia didn't say much as she sank even lower into the water. Her eyes seemed to tell everything that she needed to say as she kept glaring at Okora.

Amelia was glaring so hard, she didn't seem to notice Demor sliding up to her.

"I'm considered average by Aschen standards, I don't see why you would see me as any sort of attractive, I mean... look at you.." The Admiral rudely quipped back, before returning to her glare.

"Do you know these women? I want to put a price on their heads so large, they won't be able to enter a civilized system." Montrose said coldly, while brushing some red curls out of her face.

This thing was prodding her with questions, and of course being cooped up in the CIC of a command carrier, and a Reverence II before that for as long as Montrose could remember, she couldn't tell flirting from curiosity, to an interrogation.

She opted to play his game though, and the other girls seemed to express interest, thus the woman began to formulate a plan.

"Because we are the true destined rulers of this galaxy, it's in our genetics, our technology, our military; we are superior, our bloodlines are pure, untainted by the alien hoards of this galaxy." She replied. "Things like magic, and alien species are a perversion of the natural order, a perversion of Big Brother's vision for our galaxy."