Korian had anticipated backlash, but from Viral, Vegeta and Takeshi? A look at Yumi told him she wasn't overly thrilled either, and Shu was probably too lost to really understand his request. The young warriors took their turns picking apart his request, leaving him having to defend himself. "My intent here doesn't seem to be very clear. Yes I want to bring down the King, but I have no desire to rule myself. I'm a soldier, that's all I'll ever be. This coup isn't to gain power for myself, it's to protect people from continued terror. Don't you see inaction is only going to cause even more trouble? While we've gained so much ground we have to keep pushing, if we slow down now the Saiyans are liable to regain footing. All the effort we have put in for freeing planets, it will mean nothing if we don't ensure they remain free." In the depths of his person Korian firmly believed that the aliens would agree to lend their aid, even if not in the form of soldiers. They had to realize that not doing so was paramount to losing the war, this was the hardest battle coming up after all. Hearing all of this banter from Viral was making it difficult to retain any sense of calm, he didn't appreciate it at all.

"Viral... I want to be on the front lines. I've spent all my life on them and I intend to continue doing so. Do you think I enjoy this?" Korian asked, gesturing around himself. "Sitting at a desk, dictating the actions of men and women who may well not come back? The fact of the matter is that I was [i]chosen[/i] by these people to lead them, for whatever reason that may be. I was a commander, yes, but never on a scale like this. If they have their faith in me to lead them then I'll do it, even if it means staying back." Should the opportunity arise however the Saiyan would find himself in the fray in a heartbeat. He wasn't cut out for this kind of work, it was more stressful than any battle. Giving the Beastman a hard stare the rebel leader shook his head, running a hand back through his hair with a sigh. "I'm not expecting those incapable of fighting to do battle, don't be absurd. And blood-thirst..? Don't you realize that's what I'm trying to prevent? I have been all along. Why do you suppose I was so enraged when I found what you had done, hm? It's because I don't want people to die. Battles can be won without taking lives, and I've practiced that throughout this entire conflict. As I said, I'm not thrilled with this myself, but the fact remains we need aid to win."

This back and forth wasn't getting them anywhere, Vegeta wondered if things might deteriorate entirely. While Viral was perhaps attacking Korian a bit much he still didn't agree with the notion of putting civilians in battle. Yes, each of the races they had encountered had warriors, but this was a different kind of fight. This wasn't a territorial dispute, or a fight for a singular power. This was an all out war, and people were going to die. He appreciated Korian's sentiment about straying away from lethal force but at best it was idealistic. The Saiyans wouldn't just be beaten into submission, they were trained not to do that. The fact Korian and Sayomi were able to rebuke those roots was impressive, and unlikely to become the norm. What a mess this all was, this whole war. Spotting Sayomi coming over to approach him Vegeta looked at her curiously, eying the bag on her shoulder. "Samples, hm...? Let's see them then." Glancing into the bag he frowned seeing the vials, not quite sure of what the disc was either. Venom, what did she mean by venom? He had never seen T'charrl use venom before, was that something he was to gain then? "Of course, I certainly wouldn't mind some quiet," Vegeta replied, smiling slightly. Seeing the others still plenty occupied he walked back out of the room and into the hall, waiting for Sayomi to join him.

"Still... Why do you have to pick them? Aren't there other worlds that can help out?" Takeshi interjected, still sounding cross. "We only just freed those people right? How is it fair that we have to involve them in the fighting now?" The Shaharians, the Narbu and the Kaesstrians, they all had their own fair share of troubles. To expect them to abandon their own issues in favor of fighting here was absurd. "I mean... I get we need the help, but there has to be other planets that have troops to offer, yeah?"

Korian shook his head sadly, looking at Takeshi as he was questioned. "None. Most have either already pledged their support and are here with us, or were wiped out by the Saiyans. We have no other potential allies left yet we need more strength if we're to win. All of those who have yet to join us can seriously improve our chances of success, even if they only send a handful of men and women respectively. We don't need an entire world's support, just a few dozen more troops, that's all." Meeting the size of the Saiyan forces wasn't going to happen, they had too many people under their command. If they could get just a few more able warriors though then they should be able to fight through to the King regardless. As it stood there were far too few people who could hold their own in a group fight, they needed more soldiers to support one another. "I don't want to make these people do this, all I'm asking is you put in the request for us. If they say no then so be it, we'll have to carry on as we are. The aid of others could make our chances of succeeding greater though, that's why I'm asking for this."

This was all just... Crap. Korian raised fair points, and so did they. It was far from an ideal situation they were in and it was pretty much down to morality versus reality. Asking only just freed people to join them was basically throwing away the chance of living without oppression, they could very well die and never get to know freedom. On the other hand Takeshi knew what kind of forces his father had, and Korian was right. Winning a battle right now would be very difficult, if not impossible. It would take them a long time to even reach the Elites never mind the King. Once they did find Yamate they would probably be exhausted too, and that was anything but ideal. Gritting his teeth angrily he looked down at the ground, his hands bound tightly into fists. "We need to do it..." he finally said, grumbling as he looked up at Viral. "I don't like it but we have to. If the rebels lose here then my father is just going to send out more soldiers and it'll all be back where it started. Viral, you know we have to stop him now, even if it means asking other people to fight."