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![]() Trudges onward with the little army, resolved and resolute to the appointed task, lock step between the group and the "army" ready to both launch an assault and intercept any attack on his charges You have your soldiers Variel, we will march onward towards your goal and we pray later you may help us in ours! Onwards! ![]()
![]() looks towards his companions We're a bit in a bind I'm afraid. I'm not sure where my directives lead on this choice and I cannot decide such an issue. We need these natives help, and they need ours. Regardless of any potential morality, we have only our wellfare to look towards. I don't like the look of his troops one bit, but I know not why, what should we do? ![]()
![]() I think the problem lies in our perspectives, what is the point to this raid? I know we are strangers to your planet, and we seek your help and aid, but when I and those I am bound to arrived we thought you immanently under attack, not ready to attack... The difference is enormous to my logic circuits! |