Ossanlin follows Claxter to his ship and watches him open up the main propulsor compartment, withdrawing one of his spent cells. Ossanlin starts to lift the cell into place as Claxter guides it in to couple perfectly with the drive system.
<Renown can have it's value I suppose, my success is the only reason the Electorate 'turns a blind eye' to my dealings with the Yeerk rebellion. I'm really the only commander willing to work with them anyway. If only I could rally some support for them, we could really use their help, but The Electorate can't get past their own short-sighted hatred. They refuse to see even the strategic value of the rebellion.> Ossanlin shakes his head, checking the thermoseals to make sure the cell is properly fitted. <One day.>
<Aliciania is...headstrong. She's been obsessed with trying to free her father for so long that I'm afraid it's beginning to become a martyr's quest. She's beginning to reach the point where she doesn't care about her own life anymore.> Ossanlin twitches his head a bit. <I think if she knew her death would free her father, she would gladly put her tail to her own throat.> Ossanlin looks up from the cell with his main eyes. <It's dangerous and I think it's a poor idea. Alloran-Semitur-Corass...has nowhere to go. Controversial is a mild expression to describe what he did. I could never support genocide. Alic is convinced that she would do the same thing if she were in his position, I'm hoping she'll gain some wisdom and come to see how abhorrent that is. Still, if he is to live out the rest of his days, he should be able to do so in his own way. Frankly I don't even know if his mind would still be intact after so long under the Visser's domination. If she does this, it will be without my approval. She's not my Warrior, she does not have to obey me in any way. I would be...dismayed...if she decided to do this.> Ossanlin's head twitches a bit again before he turns back to the compartment panel and seals it again.
<Yes, that would be enough to get you back to the Homeworld if Z-Space configuration was right, so there'll be no trouble reaching the Tyrennian. I don't mean to go back for a bit yet, matters here still need to be attended to, and patrols can wait. I think returning to the bar would be a good idea Warrior.> Ossanlin claps an arm around Claxter's shoulders, smiling with his main eyes. <Glad to have you with me Claxter, hopefully I'll be a bit less unbearable than your previous Prince.>