Xavier addressed the hovering camera with a charismatic smile, completely ignoring the forty kinetic rifles pointed at his crew.
"Welcome to Vandermis Aventine, everyone," Xavier said smoothly. "And yes, I see the chat going crazy. I sincerely apologize for the radio silence these past few months. It turns out getting a stable connection in deep space while dodging black holes and fighting demonic fleets is actually pretty difficult. But we are back, and it seems the local welcoming committee wants to play a game."
The syndicate boss narrowed his eyes and lowered his vibro-blade slightly. He glanced at the floating drones, clearly confused by the sudden shift in tone. "What are you doing? Shut those cameras off."
"I have a better idea," Xavier said, stepping right into the alien's personal space. 'A massive shootout will trigger a planetary lockdown. We need to handle this efficiently while capitalizing on the audience.'
