Elf: These pet-slavers... They steal kreely young before they get their make-me-smart microbe, and they raise them as breeders.
Elf: Then they sell clutch after clutch of kreely young as pets or as delicacies.
Elf: The smart, civilized kreelies want this to stop, and will pay for the return of hte breeders and their young.
Elf: So it's moral high ground. We're the good guys, even though we're going to be totally tearing up on softy civilians.
Schlock: Are we still the good guys if I accidentally eat a couple of those baby kreelies int he heat of battle?
Elf: Your special forces squad does not need a lieutenant. It needs the reverend.