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“And how do we know you’ll keep your word on that?”
Fenriis bit back his sigh, gritting his teeth at the demand from the Earth general "seated" opposite him in the conference room. Through the magic of superior technology, General Hopkins was not actually present but merely a holographic projection of the man. He was, instead, seated safely aboard his own ship, maintaining its position a little off the port bow of the Veral’vias. At least, he appeared to think he was safe, which had led to more than a fair share of overconfidence and arrogance.
“Because I have given my word, and the word of a war commander is good throughout the empire,” he replied. He’d rapidly come to the assessment that Hopkins was an ass. And worse, a short-sighted ass, who appeared to think his military was the b
