Even After Service

[Rodent]

The Nomads wanted a tribute. Ansel had expected their call for a long time, not looking forward to it but expectant nonetheless.. The risks of subverting a portion of Royal Navy personnel were significant. It would open up a seam they could use to break the Navy if they desired to do so, and if their goals no longer coincided with the Royals.

On the other hand, He'd seen the thralls in action. They fought clinically with a precision human hands and minds could not match, and they did not relent. Such a force would be exceedingly useful to have in the war effort.

"So you want to turn your own men into abominations to serve you better in the war effort, Adversary."

The Voice was back, and Xavier could feel the acid and rage in every word it 'spoke.'

"For the greater good. This war will be difficult and we'll need their help."

"At the cost of our own Humanity? That seems like a high price to pay for most...not for you though." The Voice then laughed, a grim amusement being the primary undercurrent in that laugh.

"Humanity has proven itself to be unable to solve it's existential crisis. It is up to us."

Xavier ignored it's jab. This was an old routine, and he was desensitized to it.

"Always with your hubris...It's not your call to make, Adversary. Never was....forget about it, live your life in peace. You're steering events unnaturally."

"I'm sure you will be on-board to see the outcome, whatever it is."

Returning his focus to the matter at hand, he turned an intent gaze upon the Vatan's thrall.

"It can be done, although making it happen will be a difficult process. However, I'll require a small gift to make it happen."

He leaned back, as the thrall's hivemind processed what he had just said.