*The Holoterminals across the galaxy again shift, not with a flourish but with a simple click. One moment it's transmitting, the next it's not. No face actually reaches the screen, but a voice is heard.*

"I'd rather be a Lieutenant in a Navy that's worth something then a General in an army that's not. Durand. And I'd hardly consider our circumstances for leaving any different. But then again, I had the balls to stand up for what I believed in, you merely used the chaos to gain rank, and left when it suited you. A real man of the people indeed."

"Oh and by the way...tell the innocent Kuatis you've taken - I assume they're innocent Kuatis, for my family is safe in their homes - that you're a man of the people, as your men mercilessly assault them. A real man of the people indeed."

"One last thought, Durand, if your mind hasnt fried from overuse by now: Check your sources. I led Hoerch-Kessel Drive. Not Colonial Shipworks. Speaks volumes of your family's intelligence."

"Jackson out."

*And as soon as the transmission cut in, it cuts out as well.*