"Mister... I don't believe you ever told me your name, so bare that in mind. "
He grabs his terminal again.
"I'm afraid that I can't build a deal on promises that what we'll do will have a cohesive and expected outcome, war is simply chaotic and difficult to predict in nature, so I can't promise that our goals will have the outcome you and our people expects... The Legion and the Insurgents already burned enough bridges built with lies, deceit and treason, it's about time we learn the lesson. There's always a risk to face in direct action no matter what you try, and we're not building some economical venture where Bristol can expect some profits off it, what we asked for is your help and see if your people is willing to indulge and we can reach a mutual agreement."
Taking hold of his helmet, he stands up offering his hand for a final shake.
"I apologize for wasting our time, I'm sure we both came here with hopes to do something productive with it, but we must simply agree to disagree... No hard feelings, though, I expected this could happen, we'll find another way to get the vessel serviced. All I can offer now is my gratitude for listening."
