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[vengeance_driven]

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Look, I still want to go for peace on this. I don't want to attack these people, they have lost a whole fucking world of shit already. So I am going to ask for something.

I want a story from your past. Something I can share, something that makes you you. Stories were important to them. Past experiences were important to them. It shouldn't give away anything on the ship, just something that is important to the past. Your past. If there is art you can do, a particular talent, something that is creative, give me this. A picture. A recording.

If you're not interested in avoiding a fight, just go do whatever. Lick on a gun barrel for twenty minutes. Warning, they taste bad. But for the ones that want to try? Do me this favor. Avoiding a repeat of Cadacus Primary is why I asked for this job in the first place.

[He'll... try to avoid arranged marriages this time.]

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[taselikeabee]

Most of my stories are war born. I'm not sure that would help.

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[vengeance_driven]

My story is a war story too. A real bad one, too. I figure that having someone go forward remembering the tragedies of the past is just as important as remembering the great things. It is a tragedy that drives them now.

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[taselikeabee]

If it's possible, could you tell some of their story? I don't mind sharing part of my own, of course, but perhaps finding common ground might help, right?

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[vengeance_driven]

Honestly, they were hard for me to identify with. It was a pretty peaceful planet, and I've never lived like that. There wasn't much of a focus on combat or conflict. There probably couldn't be, considering how much fragile things there were. Instead, they did their hair like art and wore pretty clothes and made sculptures.

It was that kind of world.

They made their laws around balance. Around the idea that events change a thing forever. What was taken from them, the objects they said were stolen, they said could not be returned because once they were taken they were different from when they were there before.

Their skyscrapers were on stilts. They tried to wear and dress in things that reminded them of visitors, of the things they brought. They offered free rooms.

But you see, we were connected with people who stole from them. Only by allegiance of ship, but wearing the uniform or a symbol of an enemy still makes you an enemy. We were only to be exiled from their world at first. Not a problem, except that we are given four days. The captains were not experienced, so they decided that it did not matter. They would take however long they wished to gather supplies, and then they would leave. A few of us took too long to get back to the ship, so the people urged us to go. Some got physical... Not badly so, just a little. But it was enough to make a very sensitive man angry, and this sensitive man became dangerous in his rage. Turned into a monster.

He wrecked their fragile city, made damage to the ship, the ship made damage to the planet, and all we could do is try to get as many off as we could.