Scents of Sense
Commodore Sally Fleet Naan Battle, a highly decorated naval officer who’d originally worked her way up through the ranks as a marine, was entirely in agreement with the Ayce legislation concerning the criminals of space. She’d told the assembled pirates, “Let me be quite clear about your future, you are going to die, all of you. All you have left to do is decide the manner of your deaths. If you tell me what I wish to know I shall grant you a quick and painless death. If you make things difficult you will be summarily executed by whatever means is most convenient to my marines, be that knife, sidearm or the vacuum of space. If you refuse to talk I intend to allow the mothers of the youngsters you brutalised and tortured for months to deal with you. They have promised me that they will not kill you till I tell them that I have all the information I require to wipe out all your colleagues and their bases. It’s entirely up to you, and lest you be concerned regarding the legality of my actions, we are in currently Ayce space and under their legislation.
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