text: You stand in the war room of the Roar of the Vortex. Monitors in front of you show you a view of the nearby Jatkiri ships, dozens of oblong ships bristling with cannons.
  
  
  "Jatkiri ships," you say over the comms. "I am Captain Karth of the Roar of the Vortex. I would like to talk to the admiral of this fleet."
  
  
  "Activating translators," Primus says. "Tau-Jatkiri alliances has made thee translator technology highly advanced. Of course, be careful with your words."
  
  
  There's a moment of silence, before the speakers blare again with Primus' voice."
  
  
  "Bigs ships... lead to big warfare," the Jatkiri voices reply. "Can't be trusted."
  
  
  "We don't want you to fight. We want you to join us."
  
  
  "What do you do?" the Jatkiri replies.
  
  
  "Uh... excuse me?" you say.
  
  
  "What... profession does your fleet have?"
  
  
  "It depends," you say. "Primarily, we do fight, but..."
  
  
  "No deal. We don't fight. Already had to fight Tau-Jatkiri... then Void Claw Jatkiri... then Royal Jatkiri. Too much fighting. Now, we flow free. Tongue won't work anymore. End chatter."
  > You accept this and attempt to hire the Outice-81 Chem Manufacturers
  Fuck it, the Xenos won't work for you. Time to find some good, human workers on Outice-81.