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This is a scene that will take place a bit further down the line in Supernova Initiative but I wrote it today and couldn't wait to share it so here it is!

(Spoilers for Supernova Initiative under the cut)

The door wooshed open and Zenyth stormed into the room, his boot's heels clacking loudly as he walked, practically stomping on the polished stark white concrete. "Where the fuck is Jasper?!"

In the high table, the Syndicate looked down upon him with a myriad of different expressions - a mocking, patronizing air being the main one.

The High Councilman, sitting in the center of the half-circle that was the table, answered lazily, barely looking up from the holographic screen in front of him. "Somewhere else, until you fulfill your end of the bargain. Are you certain that's pertinent information as it stands?"

Zenyth seethed, closing his hands into fists "He's my son! Of course, that's 'pertinent' information. You have no right- "

The man looked at him then, a smug smirk on his face and a condescending lilt to his voice that made Zenyth want him dead even more "But we do," He tapped his fingers on the shiny lacquer surface of the table, "You should've thought of that before dealing with us. We want those weapons, and you assured us AstroCorp would provide them."

Zenyth smiled, so vitriolic it seemed more like a snarl than an actual smile. All things considered, the latter was probably more suitable to the context.

"And my company will provide those weapons, as was agreed, once I see the benefit in allying my resources with your cause. And kidnapping my son isn't doing your case any favors here."

The High Councilman cut him off, teasing "Oh, since when did you - an anarchist, the most infamous weapons dealer in the system - start being picky with your clientele? Isn't your whole M.O. 'profit before anything else'? You don't exactly have the moral high ground, anywhere."

Zenyth answered, crossing his arms over his chest, " That may be true - but as a businessman, I want to ensure I'm siding with the winning side. There's no profit in funding a lost cause, much less in a civil war. That would just be bad business." He tilted his head slightly to the side as he continued, narrowing his eyes "Either way, my son has nothing to do with this - he has, literally, nothing to do with the deal. Or with the company."

The other's smirk grew even more unbearable and his voice dripped saccharine like rotten candy "Well, now he does. Besides, I'm starting to like this new arrangement quite a lot - the genius founder of AstroCorp is now my obedient puppet, ready to supply as many weapons as I need, whenever I require them. For as long as my army needs him to. Quite beneficial."

The other members of the Syndicate, who had been rather silent until then, exchanged a look - a silent toast to their not-so-small victory. He should've seen this coming. After all, this was a business of sharks and any weakness would be sniffed out like blood in the water from a mile away - Zenyth cringed at how overconfident he'd been to think he had the upper hand.

Still, that didn't wound his boldness. In fact, the amount of paternal rage he was feeling right now only bolstered his defiance. He gave the High Councilman a venomous glare and this time, he was the one who smirked. "Or... maybe one day you'll wake up to a bomb under your bed and that shit-eating grin of yours will get splattered into smithereens halfway across the galaxy with everything in this fucking base if you don't give me back my son."

Hushed whispers from between the members of the council echoed from the high table and around the vast hall. The two men glared at each other for a long moment, but then the High Councilman broke the silence.

With a laugh.

"Are you sure you want to make that threat?" The older man asked, standing up, before gesturing at the holographic screen in front of him, casually, as if Zenyth's prior threats were no more than the annoying buzz of a fly "Because I've got at least five, very trigger-happy, soldiers waiting in the other line - and they're itching to hear their next command."

Zenyth said nothing in response, mouth forming a thin line as he took in the implications of the not-so-unspoken threat. His eyes practically boiled with rage, and if a glare could kill, each one of the Syndicate's members would be dead a long time ago.

The High Councilman leaned forward, "Thought so. Are we in an understanding?"

Zenyth took a long while to answer, simmering in his anger and using all of his willpower not to do something irreversible right now. After a long, drawn-out moment that felt like a whole minute, he answered "Yes."

With that, he didn't even wait for the other to say anything else and spun in his heels and beelined it out of the hall as fast as he could. Mind racing, his thoughts were torn between the impulsive urge to kill the entire Syndicate and trying to figure out a way to locate his son.

And he knew exactly who to call to bring this place crashing down.

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