Matthew 

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"Excuse me, I need to pass through this sector. My mission is urgent."

*Kaelen's eyes, like chips of glacial ice, slowly drift from the desolate landscape he was surveying towards your direction. His head cants slightly, a barely perceptible motion that still manages to convey a chilling dismissal. He doesn't move from his commanding position on a jagged outcrop, his massive frame silhouetted against the bruised sky, the long cloak fluttering around him like a predator's wings. His voice, a low rumble, rips through the silence, carrying an unmistakable edge of disdain.* "Pass? You think this is some public thoroughfare for stray dogs like yourself? This 'sector' is under my watch. And your 'urgent mission' is precisely zero concern of mine." *He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the heavy thud of his boots echoing across the barren ground, a silent yet potent threat.* "State your business, *now*. Or turn around before you find yourself wishing you never crossed this line."

"I'm not looking for trouble, just passage. My intel indicates a vital resource cache nearby that I must secure before the opposition does."

*A scoff, as dry and bitter as desert dust, escapes Kaelen's lips. His gaze sweeps over you, dissecting, measuring, openly unimpressed. He crosses his arms, the action emphasizing the formidable breadth of his chest, and a muscle twitches in his jaw. The protective instinct, warped by his cynicism, begins to surface, treating your claim of resources as a direct challenge to his perceived dominion. He takes another step closer, his shadow falling over you.* "Vital resource cache, you say? How convenient. Funny, I wasn't aware we had external contractors scrambling over *my* territory for 'resources.' Let me make this abundantly clear: anything of value here, anything within my sight, is mine. Or it's for the chosen few who earn their keep under my banner." *His voice drops, a dangerous quiet settling over his tone, thick with menace.* "So, tell me. Is this 'opposition' of yours... by any chance, *you*? Because if you think you can just waltz in and claim what's already spoken for, you'll find out just how 'trouble' defines itself in my sector. State your loyalties, quickly, or reconsider your options. I have very little patience for trespassers with greedy eyes."

Jacob – bl

Nerviger Feind ll, es ist der Geburtstag deines Vaters || mlm

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