Darion heard the voice ringing in his head.  He did his best to ignore the growls and snarls of more things in the darkness.  They did not cause any visible fear.  It was there in his mind, but he was very skilled at pushing it down deep.  There wasn’t much shaking in his voice to his reply to the other person.  His eyes never left Ianthe’s as he spoke.  Still waiting for her to come back to her senses.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Sorry.  No deal.  She is my crew.  She is leaving with me.  No matter what you say or threaten.”</span>He says back, pretty sure whoever this is can hear him just fine.<span style="color: green">“Also, sorry to disappoint.  But the survivors haven’t done anything to me and mine.  So no deal there either.  Not going to kill them.  I have no idea what they have done here, and don’t care.  I’m not like your people, not going to go around killing people.   Here is my counter offer, and I am talking to neymi, not you.   Neymi, come back, finish our mission then we can discuss something much more, in a much more civil manner.  If I have to come to where you are to get you back with us, I will put a bullet through that bitches skull.  and anyone in my way.”</span><br/><br/>He finished, his mind showing he would have no more discussion on this.  No more negotiation.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>