[@CmdrAlfieq][@Hokum]
[b]As Ernest[/b]
[i]Miss May... Please forgive me for this... I do hope you can understand...[/i]

 "Enough!" Ernest yells, firing some of his plasma cannons in the air to get people to shut up. (He shot them in directions he specifically calculated will not hurt anyone, don't worry)

 "You have made it clear to me that you are incapable of choosing who gets on your own." Ernest's usually calm and stoic note has been dropped in favor of a cold, angry, authoritative voice. "As I said, I have room for 100 people and 100 people ONLY, not including supplies. But the supply storage is needed for subsistence, so if I try to keep people in there."

 As Ernest's message continues, some more Pods roll out, with their weapons ready as well. "Now, obviously, my judgement is flawed, just like any biological being's judgement. So, I will not pick people based on any specific attributes. The people who I will pick will be completely random. That way, it will be as fair as possible. Attempts to bribe me will not affect your odds. The only bias I will have is that if I pick someone a child, their parents have a better chance of getting on, assuming you people have normal families like that. The only exception is that if I pick someone, that individual may forfeit their spot to give it to someone else, but only if both parties are willing to do so."

 Ernest's pods then go out amongst the people to start sorting. "Do not attempt to board my hull if you are not picked. If you do, you will be forcefully removed. Do not try to steal someone else's boarding rights. It will end unpleasantly for you. I do not want to hurt anyone here, but my pods WILL fire upon you if you do not comply. Do not make me."

 The Repair Pods start their search for people. Who do they pick? I don't know. That will be up to Hokum and/or Alfieq.

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[b]As Rodia and Siren[/b]
 At this point, Lars is livid. He is not taking this conversation well. "LISTEN HERE HERE YOU PUNK! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE SO RUDE TO AN ENTIRE [i]SPECIES![/i] Ok, so, fine, you do HAVE reason to be concerned about the Rodia station even though it's not armed. BUT THAT IS NO REASON TO-"

 "That's enough, Lars." Siren cuts Lars off.

 Lars: "S-Siren? How- how long have you been standing there?"

 Siren: "You don't need to know. Now go down and help Rorod with the engine, Larsy. I'm going to handle this."

 Lars: "But... I don't know anything about that sorta-

 Siren: "GO."

 Lars skedaddles down to the engine to help Rorod in whatever way he can. Which isn't much.

 Siren then sits down at Lars's desk, and talks talking on the coms. "Hello, Operator. My name is Siren, I'm the leader of Rodia."

 "I do apologize for Lars's behavior." Siren sais. "Normally, he's a good boy, but I think you two must have gotten on each others' wrong feet. Let's pretend that didn't happen, and start fresh, shall we? I couldn't help but notice that the presumably inhabited planet you are orbiting is about to be blown up by Hany's Ribbon. So is Rodia. If you by chance have some way to peacefully move us out of the path of, we could keep some people on Rodia for a while. Even though we R-Core are robots, we have a large farm here that could be used to feed people and we have plenty of room remaining. This isn't a free offer, mind you, I'd expect any physically able people you keap with us to work for us for the duration or their stay. Don't worry, they wouldn't be slaves or anything. They'd still have basic human rights, and would even be paid for their work. I'd say it's a reasonable offer, and I'll be willing to negotiate with you."

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[@Hokum]
[b]As Ramrod.[/b]
Ramrod shakes Rufus's hand, somewhat awkwardly do to the height difference.

 "Mraoh, mra-oh! Mraoh... mraoh mraoh?" (Nice to meet you, Rufus! Hey... do you be chance understand me?) Mraoh'd Ramrod.

 Ramrod looks at the bag. "Mraoh, mraoh. Mraoh mraoh." (Oh, no thank you. Smoking might burn my cloth.) Ramrod is resistant to burning, not immune.