As Baromir, Rourke and the others left the planet, the voxes blared Juzgden's message, obviously Krozer's, and he just stood at the window slack-jawed at Krozer's audacity. He barely registered Rourke's schpieel about Krozer's *artistic directions* about *his* movie.<br/>"You know what, Rourke? I dont fucking care anymore. I just. dont. care. As long as we got money out of this. Print it. Sell it. Get it the fuck outta my sight and on vidchips."<br/><br/>He combed back his ruffled hair and straightened out his suit. He readjusted his sunglasses against the glare of the Lupercal sun. He was back in control of himself. "Make all haste to Port Wander and Ares. I want out of Governor Juzgden's media blockade, ASAP. Cortez and Commodore Aquairre need to know about the coming Crusade. We need to make headway through the Chiconahui Nebula so that we can direct the Crusade towards the Reavers." It dawned on Baromir that they could potentially turn this around. "Servitor, bring up the map of the Mextil Sector..."<br/><br/>(http://i440.photobucket.com/albums/qq125/1460311/MextilCluster.png)<br/><br/>Yes... yes... it was perfect. The Cortez dynasty would have to give up the profitable Viracocha, Toci, and Atzlan systems, but they were years away from turning a safe and hefty profit until the Reavers of Ometotch had been dealt with. If Cortez could direct the Crusade towards Viracocha, they would be able to grind two enemies to dust while they grabbed everything coreward and trailward of the sector. By the time the Crusade and the Reavers beat each other sensless. Cortez would come in and establish a more... amenable rulership.<br/><br/><br/>