[center][h1][color=#DAEE01][b]Salvator Rasch[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

In the end, empty words. Salvator had seen more worlds than he could count go through the exact same process of oppression and rebellion. Image was easily manipulated by those in power. If the locals hadn't learned that yet, well, he wasn't going to teach them today, clearly. The important thing was that they weren't inclined to light the kid up any more. At least their sergeant had the sense to back down while they were already battered and bruised. 

So instead of continuing the pointless debate, Salvator simply let the rebels go on their way. At the end of the day, they had a job to do here, and that wasn't to carry the rebellion on their backs. He turned back to the real briefing and started paying attention. So they were here to secure enemy ordinance and turn it against its former owner. Fine by him. Rasch quietly looked over the battlefield and terrain data that was being uploaded to his comms, memorizing it with practiced ease. 

With the informant bugging out now that his job was done, Rasch turned in the direction they were set to head in, doing a quick check of his weapons before moving to take point.

[color=#DAEE01][b]"Right, we've got a timetable to meet. Everyone ready to move?"[/b][/color]