Olegar's Heaven-High Loyalty
Warships continued to appear, but they looked like a ragtag fleet with a bit of everything: Imperial Star Destroyers, Rebel Alliance MC-80s, and even battlecruisers from the long-destroyed Confederacy of Independent Systems. Ships that should never have coexisted were now hovering in orderly formation in the void of space.
What was more, this fleet was enormous. It had twelve capital ships, more than fifty Light Cruisers, and over four hundred frigates! Among them, the flagship-version Deceiver-class destroyer was an utterly overwhelming presence on this battlefield. No warship could stand against it!
Seeing this fleet arrive, Roan of the Calamity Legion had no choice but to stop. The situation was clear now—the strongest force present was no longer his.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?!" Roan demanded viciously over the comms.
"Ah, who am I? Hehehehe... I am... Olegar." Olegar said teasingly, shrouded in scarlet flames. "This is my legion—Olegar's Fist."
"Mr. Olegar, I hope you will honor our agreement and escort us through the blockade around Pengalan IV," Demetrius Zaarin said before anyone else could speak.
"The agreement... ah, yes, the agreement. Escorting you out gets me two billion credits..." Olegar said slowly, openly revealing the terms of their deal.
A sharp gleam flashed through Roan's eyes. "He doesn't have two billion credits. He's a stray dog with nowhere to go! But the database in his hands should be worth something. Olegar, was it? Let's join forces and take him out. We'll sell that database and split the money fifty-fifty! Then we can take his head to the Galactic Empire and collect a hefty bounty."
"If you dare do that, Roan, I swear I'll fight you to the bitter end! Even if we all die together!" Demetrius Zaarin said through gritted teeth, furious beyond measure.