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“Whoa there, trigger happy.” Dynafil raised her hands, but didn’t back down. She stood in front of Voice with a smug look on her face. “No need to resort to guns. We’re on the same team after all. Just a little banter, right Gruden?” 

The bald big man crossed his arms, nodding. “Yeah, we’re just messin with ya. Can’t take a joke?” 

While the hostility felt like it was dying down, thanks to [b]Valhan[/b] and [b]Voice[/b], the trio of USS officers weren’t budging, especially Frutz. Gruden and Dynafil seemed less aggravated, but Frutz was still visibly disturbed. 

The enhanced shorter human steps away from the glass. He then makes eye contact with the blonde female that was distant from the group, and then glares at the male that was at the bar. Frutz stares at all of them, clenching his teeth at the sight of their trident uniforms.

“You think you’re better than us, don’t you? Well, we were here before you showed up! Deep in the trenches, fighting Obsidian’s Hand [i]and[/i] the Puricons from terrorizing the Coalition for years! We lost so many good people... W-what makes you think you’ll all do any better!?” A hint of sadness is enveloped within the seething frustration in Frutz’ neon-augmented eyes. 

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