"Jax!" The little alien cussed dismissively. "I should have known better! Who else but you could have come up with such a nefarious arrangement."
"Ghehehe! I'm surprised you still recognize me. You weren't so arrogant the last time we met." The smoke face took a dig at it with a relaxed look. "I remember a certain Giwok shaking with jealousy when I was named Overseer of B839."
Oros sneered at this unsubtle quip. This loathsome character hadn't changed a bit over the years. Maintaining his frosty demeanor, he retorted,
"And I remember that the Jax of that time would never have felt the need to possess the subordinate of one of his rivals to achieve a petty victory. Let me guess. It's not going well on B839? You're in over your head, right? Looks like you betrayed the Oracle too."
If he hadn't figured out what he was up against with all these clues, he might as well kill himself right then and there. The Oracle didn't need such an Overseer.
