[hr][hr][center][color=olive][h1]GRAHAM[/h1][/color][b]DEPOT STATION (EXTERIOR), NEW ANCHORAGE
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Graham’s eyes looked to Joshua’s direction, a fire still inside of the commander for all to see. Though, Joshua’s demeanor and phrasing didn’t offend him he decided to not berate him immediately— there was no point in ostracizing his pilots who might stay on with their contract, after all.

The question of honor was one less so about morality but ethics; which was a thing Graham did slightly align with considering he believed he was an “ethical” soldier. All of the problems and horrors that came with the type of people that he mentioned were worthless as per Graham’s ideology due to the fact that they disallowed people to be the best they could aspire to be; they were given no opportunities and were forced to succumb to it. At the very least Graham was giving opportunity and he was giving choice, even if it was a bit of an abrasive and despot-like way to do so. But Graham had dealt with real slavers and knew no intelligent individual could paint him as such.

[color=olive]“If what you are asking is if I am going to turn this unit into a bunch of rapists, slavers, raiders, and thieves then the answer is most definitely not. While my perspective might be different on [i]why[/i] I can tell you directly that no is the answer to that question.”[/color]  

He turned his look to the others that were listening.

[color=olive]“You are becoming [i]soliders[/i]. You are no longer children in an iron giant and will be treated like such. I may not offer the kindest or easiest approach, but find me an operation that does that still exists. You won't. The idea of freedom and easy life that a lot of people cling onto is a [i]twenty-second[/i] century ideal; people need to wake up and unfortunately remember that they are in the [i]twenty-seventh[/i] century. Trust me, I grew up in a megacity, I know the shadow of the corporation... the [b]real[/b] corporation.”[/color]