Admiral Vance

Admiral Vance looks at you, his jade green eyes shining in the Rebellion Flagship's light. He doesn't speak, but he just... Looks at you, holding his axe on his back for a moment. He then moves off of his chair he had been in, taking his axe off of his person before pointing the shining blade at you, before finally speaking, his tone seemingly... bored for an admiral hellbent on galactic dominion hundreds of times over... What happened?

"I think we both know how this goes, Captain. Another universe, another pointless fight to the death. Let's just end this already. You seem to know how this is supposed to go, don't you, Renegade?"

Despite your end goal of protecting the Federation... You too seem to have second thoughts about this. How many times have you fought the same Rebel Fleet and flagship, just onboard another ship, in another fragment of the multiverse?

"Make up your mind, for God's sake..." He puts his other hand on the axe's handle, poised to strike. "Or are you so inept at making choices when it's not Brodric whispering in your ear?" tch! "You have five seconds before I make up your mind for you... And if Federation propaganda has anything right to say about me... I am a very terrifying son of a bitch."

That boredom wasn't him being tired - it was irritation at something before you. Unless you can reason your way out of this, you must fight!