I'd like to see some proof of any of this, personally. -Baiken leaned back in her seat again, reloading her pipe without much care as to whether or not smoking at this table was couth or not. She'd played nice up to this point and was sick of it.-

If an Empire intends to use us as its tools against an unknown enemy, I'd like to see with my own eye that this enemy even exists.

I don't appreciate being used. -A pointed look back at the Empress. Others may have been able to buy into a story about a world-ending power well enough and have pulling needs to save others or prove themselves in some way, but Baiken literally only wanted to go home. Anything else was a distraction from that goal, and she wasn't happy with the idea of being someone else's soldier.-