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We get our inventory, and start moving to get into the truck as I ask him. This is done out of earshot as usual.
>Cut off bridge's external feeds
This would probably require putting the CAI in with more power than I would like to grant it.
"Why did she order my death, launching a conventional attack even after a truce was made, why she made a deal with that embassy company-"
>"Ah, let me answer some myself. She ordered your death not out of some great vendetta, but just as a casual order that you were an enemy. The deal with the embassy company was formed so that we would have weapons, as we were scavengers and hunters not one decade ago, and two decades ago would only see an occasional jet fly by. Our contractors put us on a technological pedestal in return for land, the way I heard it, and we could be able to fight some long standing enemies with an edge."
"And you guys aren't letting them go?"
>"The deals were two ways, after all, and they weren't supposed to stop backing us just because we were losing. I think that both parties didn't know what they were getting into."
"I take it your queen isn't new with picking fights?"
>"Not at all. How do I say this... she's old fashioned and, well, with that comes tribal pettiness. She's well over one hundred years old, and can remember a time before any starships landed on this planet. That age made her outrageously stubborn. While it may appear that the queen changed from her hive, if you ask me, I think that we've changed and she's the same old, outdated queen. She does care for the hive, yes, but that hive she cares may no longer exist."
"And Rokoa? Why is she treated so poorly?"
>"It's a bit convoluted. Rokoa?" asks Pilon.
>"Yeah, go for it." Rokoa replies.
>"Rokoa was half born in this hive. One of her parents was of a nearby snow tribe, but Rokoa's father, our own, took her to be raised by us. Her mother than managed to lead a raiding party, taking her back when she was still a baby. It was like that for a few years before her father lead a raiding party back to steal her back, along with the usual fighting we did. Rokoa was taken back, and by that point she was more reminiscent of the snow hive. Her dad said she'd come around, and the queen agreed. Eventually Rokoa mostly came around, but never did quite fit in even as people pretended she was fully part of the hive, parentage and all. And that gap is a constant reminder to the queen of that snow hive that she never stopped hating, even though it was eventually annihilated. I suppose since Rokoa has been around for so long now, she's held to different standards as opposed to, say, me, also of snow hive parentage. The only difference is that I was taken in here as a kid after all of the hives were tossed about and we're all sorts of different colors."
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