they can't stop us trying.

It had been of no surprise to Kang that they or someone so readily inspired by them, copycats and opportunistic idealists a dime a dozen in any considerable population, had beaten him to the punch. It had been expected - intended even - to lure sure individuals, acting alone or in numbers, out from hiding, and in that part, at least Kang could say his attempts to provide the bait had been a success.

What had been surprise was that it had come about so quickly as plans were being made, a stoic demeanor that readily concealed a layer of subtle frustration giving nothing away to the thoughts on his mind - namely that there had been a leak somewhere in the chain of communication that had been established between numerous parties to put together such an event as a pro-cybernetic lecture - while the damages echoed through his communication device. Perhaps it hadn’t been so quick in the pipeline to cut off permit registration with the station Controller and it hadn’t been so quick to ensure Terminus Security detail wouldn’t be on the scene, and it hadn’t even stopped Kang from the toil of lecture planning and sorting out likely conversation topics, but their efforts - whoever they were - had stopped his efforts in their tracks.

But if there was one thing his experiences had taught him it was that it wasn’t enough just to stop something that could easily be pulled back together, piece by piece, and fall into place. It wasn’t enough to press pause and prolong the inevitable intentions of someone who had trekked a good portion of the galaxy just to destroy one person; and the message of aggression was displayed as bright as could be amiss the scatter of decommissioned parts in a hue of blood red paint by the time Kang had made it to the Gasworks to investigate the damages.

“Quite the garish display,” Kang commented callously as his eyes scanned what remained of a parts shipment from Babylon, the intention of such a brutish display easily enough to deduce as the words haphazardly painted across the cargo cache, its contents spilling out onto the deck like hasty mechanical evisceration.

We are always watching.

He had yet to deduce the how of the situation, hands setting heavy against his hips as he lorded over the mess that had been made to send a message, if not a threat, with the apparent intention to set him on edge if not force him to turn tail and run from the miniscule waves he had set out to make; but there had been a flaw in their assumptions that it would be so easily to shake him and scaring him off wasn’t something so easily done - not when this wasn’t the first time he had so readily combated such antagonistic credence.

It probably wouldn’t be his last either.

He stepped around and back away from the scene as he considered what to do with all that remained. Thankfully, it hadn’t been much of a spectacle - not yet - but if that was a good thing or a bad thing was hard to say. On one hand, public acknowledgement could put Terminus on the lookout, but on the other…

“This is why I only trust pirates,” he grumbled to himself, a hand reaching up to press against the bridge of his nose and into the corners of his eyes where he could feel tension growing, not so readily eased by the almost systematic shifting of his eyes. It was a momentary - extremely so - break from foreseeable action, his communication device back up to his ear as soon as he could regain his metaphorical foothold.

“Postpone any further progress on the presentation and set up a meeting with the Terminus Port Authority as soon as possible,” Kang said when his assistant answered, no consideration given to pleasantries when he would have preferred to nip the problem in the bud before it became far more detrimental. “I’ll transmit you the details to present should they attempt to avoid it before I discuss matters with Terminus Security. We may need to invest in private security - again - to ensure this situation doesn’t repeat itself.”

Device pocketed, Kang’s arms crossed as he waited for the next moves to fall into place - ones he hadn’t so readily employed before, but now had no qualms in employing know that if the direct, legal route failed, there were always other ways.

If they were watching, let them.