text: It takes some explaining and effort to get the lieutenants to agree. While as soon as Elios hears about it he's on board and the other Staine Siblings agree, Fay and Olive don't seem to be fans of idea. Castus agrees whole heartedly, and Primus, Cain, Hayes and Meliodas are indifferent and just agree, placing the majority. You quickly find the most knowledgeable about drug manufacturing of your lieutenants, Primus, Elios and Elizabeth, and gather them in the war room.
  
  
  "Why is Elizabeth here?" Elios asks. "She's never touched a chem in her life."
  
  
  "Do you know about Methoxetamine, Elios? About it's use on the brain?" Elizabeth asks.
  
  
  "Oh, you wanted a nerd," Elios says. "Understood, darling."
  
  
  "Our crew's not good enough to manufacture chems for market," you say. "We need to f ind someone better. Primus, anything showing up in your archives?"
  
  
  "Pirate chatter tells me that the best... "product" coming through is from either the Hiveworld of Outice-81 or the Xenos species Jatkiri. Both sell a good product, so we could easily hire them."
  > You attempt to hire the Jatkiri
  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 give up on your drug manufacturing plans
  Uh, you've done too much work today. Fuck it, leave the Xenos be. You're not in the mood to travel across the galaxy to some shitty hiveworld to be told no again.