[h3]Vaehach[/h3]

"To add on to what my fellow kiellar has said," Vaehach interjected, his angry eyes carefully settled on the Ragon though he had no other visable reaction. "I settled down in the republic that nominally claims this world, and I saw some of the advertisements to try to improve colonization efforts. We're dealing with a dhasath world here with a large kiellar minority. And, if I were a betting man, I'd wager most of the kiellar here are either veterans of [i]the[/i] War or the children of veterans. The Dhasath alone also have more than enough reason to kill that thing. Useful for us, sure, but not until we need heavy lifting."

He looked back to the crew broadly before he continued, give a gesture to remind them to keep moving. "We're on a frontier world as well, so I'd also bet on us not receiving the warmest welcome even if we didn't have the ragon with us. Most of us look like convicts because we [i]are[/i] convicts, and I haven't made it this far to be hanged from a street-lamp by some backwater colonists because some of you let petty morals outweigh good sense. There's a time to make a stand, but this isn't it. I don't like it, you don't have to like it, but that's the reality of the situation."

He sighed for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose as he trudged forward. Frustration now bluntly shown through with every word. "And the best lies aren't the crazy bullshit audacious ones either. They're the ones with a grain of truth to them, the ones with less moving parts and less stories to keep straight. If we steal enough clothes for two or three people from homesteaders along the way, they can go into town with the story that they're survivors from a crash, collect donations of clothes, food, and water for the group and find us some honest work to do."

"Now lets keep moving, you godsdamned fools!" His shouted. His voice carried over the crowd, evoking the image of of a particularly tired sergeant despite his currently unkept, scruffy appearance.