"Stop, let's head back," General Flint sat in his chair again and sighed resting his hand on the handle of his chair and then sighing again with a string of inaudible curses lined from one end of the ship to the other. "That fucker is playing with us."
"Sir, what about the Godslayer?" The head pilot turned in his seat and glanced at the general curiously.
"We won't find him unless he wants to be found, the same way he disappeared with his entire Collective inside of the Khalla-Nova Collective, he's able to take whatever he wants and vanish without a trace whenever he pleases, he said it before and I simply ignored it because it has never been done before; he will confront us when he wishes, I'm coming to accept that there's nothing I can do about that; senselessly chasing and waring our resources down is just playing into his hand," He admitted and then looked to another section of the dash where several people were staring at him, ready for an order.
