Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180123232225/@comment-24510587-20180131015804

"You're welcome to fuck off and get yourself killed while you throw yourself at an entire army of power-armoured, laser rifle toting soldiers, if our way of life doesn't suit you," Wilkes growled, not feeling particularly inclined to letting these two anywhere beyond the entrance hall at this point.

"You call that strength? Getting yourself killed for no good reason? Well go on big guy, be tough, then. Show the world how much stronger you are. If it means me and my people can just live in calmth, I don't care if I'm considered weak by a brutish, half-witted, overgrown hulk of muscle. Anse, open the door."

Moustache Man looked up, apparently having zoned out the squabbling until now, and stepped over to the terminal.