Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26130256-20150720164806

"Well, trying to kill us all in a dark room ain't exactly civilized either, so I'm going with the 'they started it' defense,"  Azulius replied cooly, keeping his grip on the officer and Roaring Moxie.

"Can someone find the lights?" he asked, dimming the Semblance-powered orbs he had created. "This is getting pretty tiring."

"And as for your story, darling," he gestured to the injured Fang-ette, "doesn't make a lick of sense.  All the firearms on this thing are Flagg-manufactured.  Good quality, but really overpriced.  And you can't just feed any old Dust to them, either.  Got to be the high-grade stuff, which is not cheap.  There's dozens of places on Remnant that sell untracable guns, and any one of them would be a better deal for ya than these.  Not to mention that I just don't see your people working with Humans unless there really is no other choice." Azzie poked the commander again with his barrel for emphasis.

"Ergo proctor ipsum hoc dolor lorem, I'd bet that none of you are actually here for guns.  Or at least, the guns weren't your primary objective on this little run.  Perhaps something else on the ship, perhaps?" In afterthought, that made a lot of sense to Azulius. According to Ingraham's manfest, this flying can also included a dozen Manticore droids and... some kind of weather-controlling device? What kind of chaos could one spread with those things?