[color=aba000]"Captain, are you sure of this?"[/color] Cú asked uncomfortably. Enslaving another sentient didn't sit well with the clone. He himself had spent the first fifteen years of his life as a slave soldier for the Leveler uprising on Lupa-717, fighting and killing on the orders of the Committee. He had seen violence on both the battlefield, and on the streets of Leveler controlled areas, serving as both soldiers and secret police. His actions had sullied the Teufelshunde's sense of loyalty to authority, and driven him to be forever be his own being. Of course, five years later, here he was, a prisoner about to tread upon his own ideals. Growling low in his throat, Cú knelt down so that he was face to face with the Villianian.

Pausing slightly, the Teufelshunde continued [color=aba000]"There should be a group of Teufelshunde slavers on Nomad if my memory serves me correctly. Former Levelers, now working for the Hierarchy, providing alternative labor sources as they're culling the Epsilon population. I should be able to contact them if they use the same code that the Levelers developed."[/color]

Cú felt something begin forming in his stomach, a cold, hard. knotted sensation that the Teufelhunde felt rarely. It was fear, though not for himself, but for the Captain. Despite their name, the Levelers did not want universal equality, only those for those of the Teufelshunde race. Anywhere the Committee conquered, the set up ghettos and mass executions of aliens and their sympathizers. Their specicism was ultimately there down fall, as they had tortured and executed a Council Ambassador, making the Civil War an inter-galactic conflict. If he remembered correctly, the slaver groups the Committee sent out were the nastiest of the bunch, their belief in the genetic superiority unbreakable. If they got there hands on the the captain...