"You're sorry, are you?  Weren't you just thinking the only preferred method you liked talking to someone my rank was by shooting them?"  The Queen idly rested her reptillianc heeks on her armored palm, staring at him expectantly.  "Or did you already forget i'm a psionic?  You're suspicious of the whole mission, you think this was a set up.  Perhaps it is, and i'm just screwing with your head?  Perhaps I could even plant any idea in your head that I wished."  She smiled then, her teeth with like a Camarian's, a bit sharp, made for smaller prey.  It didn't get much in the way of her normal anatomy.  "I wasn't thrown away, as you seem to think.  I was placed there to be the outsider.  The fringe races would see me as an out cast, more willing to be swayed to their way of thinking.  The reality of it was, that it allowed me to speak with them without to much mistrust.  I was placed there to act as a diplomat, specifically to the Bulor.  Indeed, I was made specifically for that purpose.  But as for your mistrust of your mission, its unwarrented.  Were I any other Queen, the mission would have been the same.  Its just the Zax are very ordered, but can find loopholes in their word at times.  From what i've gathered, they agreed that they couldn't send any military forces, or special operations.  Meaning, they were left with only mercenaries to do their work.  I am grateful for your rescue."<br/><br/>Looking down at his gun, she chuckled.  "Now tell me.  Why do you think thats a threat, or protection?  And tell me, for all your disrespect, and the veiled display of threats... why I shouldn't simply rip you limb from limb with my mind now?  Think very carefully.  This ship is Zax, meaning the AI is loyal to me.  All of your crew is indisposed at another location.  Your screams would reach them, but all they would find is a bloody mess, with a few bullet holes in the walls, perhaps one in my shoulder, or even my chest, of course with my carapace would protect me."<br/><br/>It was clear these were the things she had formed during their conversation, the sad girl replaced by a cunning, and very dangerous creature before him.  Thoughts passed through his mind of just such events.  Him being torn limb from limb, or having his mind completely wiped of their conversation, or simply left brain dead in the chair.  In his mind a phrase came to him.  'When you play the game, make sure you know the rules.'  But still, that smile was on her lips.  And should Darion attempt to lift his gun, or pull the trigger, he'd find immediately one thing; the gun was firmly smashed against the table, and couldn't be moved.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>