"You speak of compassion? YOU SPEAK OF COMPASSION?!.. You know very well what will happen if you engage. You know that many, many more innocent people will die for one evil, filthy, cannibal. How dare you speak of compassion when you don't even excessive it. But.. Heh.. What do i care? The cure will be discarded if you engage, and you'll have so many lives on your hands.. "
A guard brought a box to the captain along with a small plasma gun. The captain waved the box in the air.
"This is the cure."
He then picked up the small plasma gun and waved it around.
"This is a plasma gun. It can easily vaporize the cure for Smeagle."
He smiled.
"I'm willing to negotiate.. Say.. How much credits is this worth to you? Do you have any prisoners, perhaps? Or how about this! You give me one of your crew members and i give you the cure, and these two prisoners. Yes? No? Any offers?.. Heh.."
