“Negotiations have failed. And frankly, I’m almost relieved. This ‘Captain’ appears to be something of a deranged sociopath; I’ve no idea why he wants to be on noble Blue Side.” Thunder’s voice crackled over the intercom. Having concluded his report, he returned to TyGuy6’s ready room.

“I take my leave of you now, good sir. If there can be no extension of your deadline, there neither can be any leniency with regard to our rejection of your terms. You have provided no evidence for your outlandish claims, and neither the Admiral nor any faction, aside from ours, appear to be willing to acquiesce to your steep demands. If there is nothing more, I shall return to my Vessel.”

TyGuy6 returned his tricorn hat to the peak of his balding head, and leaned upon his fists. “I shouldn’t bother, if I were you. I’ve just now sent the Order. And, because I like you, I’ve done so while you’re at the epicenter of my sixty-mile wide hurricane of destruction.”

And indeed, as Thunder’s men began packing into the pinnace for their return trip to Blue borders, a droning hum began slowly to fill the air. Thunder looked up to the sun-reddened sky, and saw…

“BEHOLD, the devastation of the Auto-Reapers!”