Giles: ASSESSING CLIMATE: DRY
STATUS: INJURED
GOAL: FIND U̵͈̞̤̫̬̖̜̥͕͈̦͈͎̜̅̋̈͘ͅͅͅͅN̶̨̺̟̩̳̠̥̩̩̱̹͇̫̹̰̩̳͐̆̔͌͛͛̈́̓͊̈͋̽̓͝ͅĶ̵̬̬̦̯͚͖̦͎̗̝̺̫̼̭͍̋͒̌̅̿͂̽̌̓̂͛͊̈́͂̽͜͠͠͝N̶̡̢̞̘̖̩͉͇̪̻͆̒́͑̎̆̀̋͋͝ͅO̵̡͇̦̗̮̣̳̱̫͐̿̌̒̃͝W̵̨̨̡͈̠̭̭͎̩͉͈̻̬̹̥̼͗͑̀̀̅̏͆͝ͅŅ̶̮͎͖̱̙̂̊̑̾̈́̇͑̋͊́͗̚̕͜͠
MALFUNCTIONS: M̸̜̤̦͉̋̅̏̅̇́̓̉̈́̀̓͝Ǐ̵̲͑́͝Ś̶̨̰̼̣͚̤͖͆̄͐̈͒̓ͅŞ̸̹̘͙̮͎̜̭̹͎͐̆̋͑̓̾̂̀̓͝I̷̦̩͋͊̅͌́̎̈͗̊N̴̲̼̙̬̺̰̱̘͎̞͍̱̝̗̬̽̑́̌̾͗̒̑͝͝Ģ̸̨͓̟̜̝̘̝̳̹̩͍̥̋͗͐̀͐̈̀̔̔͗̽̕͘̕͘ ̷͓̼͓͙̭̗̲̘̈̎̑̈́͐͆̓Ḑ̶͓̣̯̩̜̟͚̙̺̖̱͕̗͓͜͠Ȧ̷̧̡̡̢̧̬͉̰̱̮̼̫̗͈̭̽̔͑̋̂͜T̶̥̥̼͎͙͔̫̻̳̳̙̦̳͛̄̃̈͛́͊̒̅̎̀͗̓̓̅͜͜A̷̧̮̦̤͎͈͉̬͙̤̬̾́̀̊̈́̏̈́̃̋̈́͘̕
POWER: ON
A troop leans down towards Giles.
Troop: Sir, you were shot. We don't know who it was. Do you have any records?
Giles: SCANNING: NO RECORDS
Troop: Who would you guess?
Giles: I believe there were some new people, am I correct?
Troop: Yes, they wore the blacktron logo.
Giles: Hmm... Do you know where they are?
Troop: No, we had to evacuate the area after you fell.
Giles: Let's get back to the main ship.
On the Minaglacia capital ship
Giles: Any more information?
Troop: Well, we located their forces and they're oddly close to the lost sector. What do you plan?
Giles: We need to negotiate with these new people. And if not, then we will destroy them, and if we win, we'll take it onto their capital ship.
Troop: Ok, we'll be there in a matter of days.
Giles: That's fine, just get us there.
Blacktron troops line up on the edge of the landing site. Lord Regan, their leader, walks towards Minaglacia's army.
Lord Regan: What do you want, you miners? You can have this planet if you want. It's useless to us.
Giles: I've come to negotiate an alliance.
Lord Regan: An alliance!? We're not a charity! We're not going to let you take are troops to your petty wars.
Giles: Petty wars! What do you mean?
Lord Regan: You are just a mining company. Wars aren't what you should be in. You should get back to mining.
Giles: Ridiculous. We are fighting for territory and gold!
Lord Regan: Don't you think you've already got enough gold?
Giles: I've had enough of this. We have gotten far, and we're not turning back. Legotovia's just within our grasp.
Lord Regan: Legotovia!? Is that what you're fighting for? Legotovia?
Giles: Yes. It holds great power which we could use.
Lord Regan: There's no way you will ever beat them. You're just a mining company.
Giles: Does it look like that anymore? Indicates to the army behind him. No it doesn't. Times have changed. The war has started. A new era.
Lord Regan: A war you say? He points towards Giles. Charge my army!
Let the battle begin!
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