[b]Colony 257[/b]

The innkeeper entered the room hesitantly, somewhat eyeing the Draconian. He had never seen one in person, mostly because everyone in Zonan were told they were extinct. He gave a slight wave of his hand, and it seemed to repeat what he had did. "Listen" said the Hach "There's a reason why the military is looking for you, it's not to help you, it's not to arrest you for illegal entering the planet...it's to [i]kill[/i] you".

 The Hach pointed to the Draconian standing above the human. "And that one? He's no different than the rest of you. You need to leave soon, but you [i]need[/i] to know why." he took a chair he had set in the hall, and placed it down by the closet in the room, close to the beds.

"The Coloniese are starving, we're rationed to hell. We're slaves, almost in a way. We're free labor, we truly are picked on by the outsiders. Outsiders are meaning the ones not in the colonies, the statesmen. The military here, they support the colonies, but there's too little of the military here. Especially this one, this is colony 257. You're in Tracy, and the military is looking for you. They came by this morning, they are going to search this town clean 'til your found and killed. Why do they want you killed? They want to make sure no outsider knows what is happening here. We are supposed to look like a unified country, a country willing to die for our cause, all of us included, however trillions we have. If someone finds out that the colonies are [i]this[/i] close to splitting once a war tears open, well, bad news. This reason sounds stupid, yes. But hear me out. We're treated like mutts here, we aren't even considered Domi by some outsider soldiers. Protests are put down through death. Hangings for the stupidest of crimes are daily, sometimes hourly, and we all have to go to town and see it weekly for those that are the worst crimes. We are overextended in the colonies, our nation's economy is near collapse, and our food supplies are rationed to the point that we eat almost all our meals from this" he pulled out a plastic bag of what seemed like a red-brown paste. "They call this artificial nutrition, I-I don't know [i]what[/i] it is, but no way in hell is it nutritious. People are ending up in hospitals to get their stomachs pumped. This isn't food, it's sewage? Chum? I don't know..not food. You guys got the best food you will have in months. It's fresh, picked from animals and smuggled in illegally. Don't ask how. "
 
"Like I said, we're very close to rebelling. Since you came, however, you seriously pushed that plan back. They were supposed to fire off explosions in the next few days with some child they would have had. This kid, he's powerful, very very powerful, he just doesn't know it yet. But listen, his dad, he's gonna try to get the kid off. He needs to, this rebellion will have the kid killed in no time, and from the military here, no doubt he's the first one going down when they capture everyone. Saves him grief, yeah? I know how you can get out of here, we have people working at airfields, they're willing to get you out of here, on one cost. You [i]need[/i] to get this kid and his family off with you. Please, no questions. Just..where are you going to go? No, please just find a safe place for him, away from your religious crazies. Maybe if you can find ones that tolerate him, like the Confucians, maybe? I don't know, I barely understand your religions, is Confucianism even a religion? It seems more..of an ideal. Maybe towards the loyalists? Nevertheless, please. Get him out of here, and explain the situation here. Let the galaxy know of this Trinity, they led us into an age of expansion, but this is not the golden age we expected, nor wanted...this is oppression." he teared up, placing his head into his hands, rubbing it.

 "If you do not get this boy to a safe place, well..bad news. There's another family I set up to take you in, they're closer to the airfield, but it's outside the valley. Be careful in those hills, if you wanna try just going out by road good luck, no doubt you'll have roadblocks and security checks. Also, you need this gun more than me. No doubt the military will confiscate it, probably make their own version of it, a deadlier one.." he held out the foreign weapon, glistening in the room's light. The innkeeper had polished it awhile before, making sure it looked as nice as possible for the foreigners.