Her hand lifts and flicks in an order that is understood. Reaching for her son, as she settles back into her chair. Lifting him easily, and settling him in her lap in a way that is practised. Obediently, he falls quiet, and she goes about her business. If there is a strangeness to involving a child in war plans of all things, she is not troubled by it. Though there is one concession - as Kashi produces a toy lion that is given for the boy to fiddle with as the adults talk around him.
"The Maratha system has only one wormhole to gain access too it and has been under forced occupation for the last 500 hundred years. The United Corporation as such is - thoroughly entrenched, as they say. They have settlements of their own men at important sights as well as two battle cruises that orbit the planet of Jhansi. They have sort, over the years, to cripple us. But I have people - a whole planet that can fight down to their last, ready and waiting for when I get weapons to them." Numbers, she has, in fact, more than has - it's equipment, the cutting edge of technology, that she doesn't. "I need to organise an outfit of stunners, plasma arcs and nerve disruptors, transport them down the surface, for which I would employ your men to help us in transport and the distraction required." To not be shot out of the air, no less.
He has payment, he as more than he knows as payment - but, he asked, and she offers what she had intended, as she looks across the faces of his crew. Wets her lips, letting out a held breath, knowing this isn't - a lot, at least, not as it appears in the immediate. "We promise you pillaging rights to all the UC's equipment and sights to do with as you wish in all ensuing battles, for your immediate payment, and once we have been - liberated, you will have one full year's profit from our mines. I will ensure that even in the event of my death, you will be paid it in the full." Let that at least tantalise as a thought of long-term payment, enough to agree in the short term.
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"The Maratha system has only one wormhole to gain access too it and has been under forced occupation for the last 500 hundred years. The United Corporation as such is - thoroughly entrenched, as they say. They have settlements of their own men at important sights as well as two battle cruises that orbit the planet of Jhansi. They have sort, over the years, to cripple us. But I have people - a whole planet that can fight down to their last, ready and waiting for when I get weapons to them." Numbers, she has, in fact, more than has - it's equipment, the cutting edge of technology, that she doesn't. "I need to organise an outfit of stunners, plasma arcs and nerve disruptors, transport them down the surface, for which I would employ your men to help us in transport and the distraction required." To not be shot out of the air, no less.
He has payment, he as more than he knows as payment - but, he asked, and she offers what she had intended, as she looks across the faces of his crew. Wets her lips, letting out a held breath, knowing this isn't - a lot, at least, not as it appears in the immediate. "We promise you pillaging rights to all the UC's equipment and sights to do with as you wish in all ensuing battles, for your immediate payment, and once we have been - liberated, you will have one full year's profit from our mines. I will ensure that even in the event of my death, you will be paid it in the full." Let that at least tantalise as a thought of long-term payment, enough to agree in the short term.