"That's your game this time, Q? Seems too simple for you. What's the real game here?"
"Why Ro Laren. I'm hurt. Truly. If I had a heart it would be broken." He vanished and reappeared dressed in clothes more familiar to the rebels than to the Federation. He even had the proper insignia and rank markings that placed him very high in the command chain. "But fine. There might be a few small details. One. You violate the Prime Directive, I'll help. You decide to arm them, I'll arm them. Out of the goodness of my... well." He smirked. Another flash and he was leaning back on a chair just like the one from his ship. "And before you start to worry, no one will be using the weapons I will take for them. Off old decommissioned Federation ships."
Ro's jaw clenched.
"What else, what else. Ah yes. There is the issue of which side you'd help, isn't there. I mean this poor fellow here.." He vanished with the light and sound again then reappeared beside Cassian, grabbing his face and pushing it into duck lips "Well, his are a desperate people, ready to martyr themselves..." Her fists clenched. Q patted his head then reappeared into the seat. "But, I mean, well by Federation standards, they're terrorists. But then there was a time when the Federation said that about the Bajorans too, wasn't there."
Ro looked ready to hit someone.
"So there it is, all spelled out so that even someone with as little brain as the two of you can understand it. Three years, Ro Laren. Side with the proper government, side with the rebels, or hide and eek out a desperate life all on your own while the galaxy. Running away again, like the scared child you once were. Still are perhaps. We'll see over the next three years, won't we? Me, the rest of the Continuum, and your precious Federation. But then... if you help them... it would hardly be the first time you were court martialed and put in prison. And if you don't help them... well it wouldn't be the first time people died because of you." With a smirk he vanished. The shuttlecraft reappeared.
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"Why Ro Laren. I'm hurt. Truly. If I had a heart it would be broken." He vanished and reappeared dressed in clothes more familiar to the rebels than to the Federation. He even had the proper insignia and rank markings that placed him very high in the command chain. "But fine. There might be a few small details. One. You violate the Prime Directive, I'll help. You decide to arm them, I'll arm them. Out of the goodness of my... well." He smirked. Another flash and he was leaning back on a chair just like the one from his ship. "And before you start to worry, no one will be using the weapons I will take for them. Off old decommissioned Federation ships."
Ro's jaw clenched.
"What else, what else. Ah yes. There is the issue of which side you'd help, isn't there. I mean this poor fellow here.." He vanished with the light and sound again then reappeared beside Cassian, grabbing his face and pushing it into duck lips "Well, his are a desperate people, ready to martyr themselves..." Her fists clenched. Q patted his head then reappeared into the seat. "But, I mean, well by Federation standards, they're terrorists. But then there was a time when the Federation said that about the Bajorans too, wasn't there."
Ro looked ready to hit someone.
"So there it is, all spelled out so that even someone with as little brain as the two of you can understand it. Three years, Ro Laren. Side with the proper government, side with the rebels, or hide and eek out a desperate life all on your own while the galaxy. Running away again, like the scared child you once were. Still are perhaps. We'll see over the next three years, won't we? Me, the rest of the Continuum, and your precious Federation. But then... if you help them... it would hardly be the first time you were court martialed and put in prison. And if you don't help them... well it wouldn't be the first time people died because of you." With a smirk he vanished. The shuttlecraft reappeared.