Kevyn, Brad, and Hob have been freed, and an uneasy field-truce stands.
You're obviously soldiers. What are you doing out here?
And you've obviously organized a guerrilla fighting force among the locals. To what end, I wonder?
I think that as a gesture of goodwill, the more heavily armed party should be the first to answer questions.
And don't go thinking that eating your plasgun will fool us into thinking you don't have it anymore.
Careful, Kevyn. She's a smart one.
Chuck the Amorph: