"You're dead!"
After spitting out the dirt he had bitten into, the adjutant, who had been dragged out of the cockpit and thrown to the ground, glared at the rogue prying the power block from the powered armor. He gritted his teeth, shaking his dazzling blond hair as he cursed,
"If you weren't the mastermind, attacking the Boarding Tower wouldn't necessarily be a capital offense, but damaging military powered armor and stealing its power blocks... each of these alone is punishable by death!"
"Squeak,"
"Stop it, you bastard! Do you even know what you're doing? This batch of powered armor is the private property of the Ryan Family!"
"Squeak, squeak,"
"Don't pry them off! The new Duke of the Ryan Family is about to marry into the royal family and regain control of the Upper House! Even if you manage to escape today, you'll be wanted by the entire Kingdom!"
"Squeak, squeak, squeak,"
"Are you even listening to me at all?"
He was listening, of course he was listening.
