[quote=@Lorddiviness][@Kuchenlein] The Harkiyuians managed to sneak into the communications room underground of those stations. The only thing left now is to plant the hack and give the signal.[/quote] The Harkyiuians immediately planted the hacks and, after the hacks have been placed, they went outside and gave their signals to the Volcronians... (awaiting response) [h2]===============[/h2] [quote=@Lasersquid112] He nods as the story is recorded, reviewed, and checked out by the Neurological Scanner. He simply shrugs when she tells him to speak, and points to the C-16 Rifle. "Give me my rifle or I won't tell you a damn thing. I'm on a hostile planet with unknown lifeforms who have advanced weaponry, and you think I'm going to just spill that kind of information? I think you're off your rocker." [/quote] "[color=crimson]Hmmm... hmmmm[/color]" Helmina gasped in frustration, and clenched her fists in some anger. His last words of insult seemed to have irritated her somewhat. She backed off a little and gave a distressed glare at him. She then lifted her head upward as she began to explore possible options in her mind. If she handed him the rifle, he might go rogue and break free without leaving a word or two, but there is also some chance for him to actually talk. But if she didn't, this troublesome outlander wouldn't comply, either. She had some bad feelings about this, but she somehow also felt that she should return the rifle to this strange outlander. Can she really trust an alien? But she is a strong lady, and she has great responsibility for she is the one in charge of the 44th Regiment. And she hates to be humiliated and punished. And either way, they have great numbers and powers, the odds are in their favor. "[color=crimson]Fine, fine... promise me, do not go crazy after you got your rifle, and tell me your story... We keep your secrets and you keep our secrets, deal?[/color]" If the Marine agreed with Helmina's deal... She then shot a menacing glare at the Bomoh. The trembling Bomoh nodded and promptly returned the marine his rifle. "[color=crimson]Now, now, little boy. Your beloved gun is back in your hands. Do not go running amok, and do tell us your story. Don't worry, our nation has its own share of fucking shits to deal with, and your empire seemed very advanced, far more advanced than ours. We won't be there to get your nation, no worries.[/color]" "[color=crimson]I want to hear your story. What is this Confederacy that you spoke of? What sent you flying here?[/color]"