Naturally at this point Clarinet was every bit as relieved as Kelvin was, considering that it looked like everything was over. Well, it would perhaps be more accurate to say that everything was over for now. He had a great deal of commentary that was going to sort of throw a monkey wrench into the idea that anything were actually over.<br/><br/>While it had taken him a few moments to get back into their flying saucer as well, Clarinet swallowed and shook his head in response to the other's actions.<br/><br/>"I'm going to need to get you into the rejuvenation tank!"<br/><br/>Assuming that Kelvin would have allowed him to help him out in that respect, the Namekian would have placed the other's arm around his neck and started to take him over to the medical machinery that the aforementioned Namekian had insisted on installing in here.<br/><br/>The tank was apparently glass with an odd blue fluid in it. Provided that there was no resistance to the manner in which he was working, he would have taken his fighting companion and carefully lowered him into the top hatch of the tank. Of course, he had removed both of their scouters at this point if he had encountered no real resistance.<br/><br/>Breathing mask equipment was provided for cases like this in order to allow someone like Kelvin to breather, and fortunately the Namekian had also demanded that there be a microphone and loudspeaker system so that he could speak to someone who was locked into the tank as well.<br/><br/>"Does that feel any better? I know that the stuff in there is quite gross, and I know you'll be tasting it for a while, but you'll recover much more quickly this way."<br/><br/>At that moment the aforementioned Namekian brushed a little bit of blood away from his mouth, doing his best not to complain. Kelvin seemed to be in worse shape, and he'd make any sacrifice necessary to bring his friend around again.<br/><br/>Admittedly, there had been some tinges of guilt that he had felt while fighting with the insectoids. It was rather uncomfortable for him to battle those who were so much like him, but he had to shove that sort of thing out of his mind for the time being.<br/><br/>"There were a few things that I needed to speak to you about, and one of them is how these creatures are what I can become if I ever were to loose control of myself. Promise me...if that ever were to happen, and I were to ever become a mindless drone like that, you would put me down from on high."<br/><br/>Clarinet wasn't trying to be arrogant, but Kevlin was one of the few people he trusted to be consistently on par with him when it came to their equivalent power level.<br/><br/>Moreover, he knew all too well that he could never allow his own race of people to end up the same way as the race that they were now fighting.<br/><br/>"Perhaps more importantly, the intelligence that I communicated with...called you an assailant. It seems like your species attacked this planet a while ago, and the creatures here want to obliterate you. I think that's what it is. I can't be sure, I'll be honest, but that's what it's looking like."<br/><br/>Clarinet didn't feel like it best to mince words at this point whatsoever.<br/><br/>"One other thing is that the message that got us here was allegedly a warning to stay away rather than a distress call. That fact makes me think this whole thing is a trap, especially if someone has a blood feud against your race of men."<br/><br/>While he was very blunt with many of these concepts, it was not at all meant to seem like he was a cruel person. Rather, he felt that Kelvin was a strong enough individual to take whatever it was that the universe slung at him, and therefore, he felt it necessary to be very upfront about everything that he was saying.<br/><br/>Obviously the other had to be plenty strong if he were going to be able to stand that sort of an assault and still be alive, medical technology or not. Clarinet was therefore sure that he could take a little bit of a talking to just fine.