<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Major Tom ‘TT’ Theophilus Peters</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b1c5703-1ec6-4951-9974-ee41ec21aa28_zps54ccd4dc.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tom had pondered about what he had heared. If the hunter was right and the workers would side with them, then there was a slight chance they managed to hold the outer rings of the town. It would give them some position of strength for negotiations. But there were are lot of risks in it. They had to plan properly and they had to make plan Bs.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"I'm going to go ahead and ask straight out--are we going to be doing this?“</span> <br/><br/>Tom looked at Karra and the answer was quite obvious.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Do we have any other possibility? Gleywine, you know the nature out there. Do we have any chance to survive out here for some time?“</span> <br/><br/>The hunter shook his head and added some facts.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Zero. I am the third oldest hunter at the age of 28. The average age of an hunter is 23, we lose nearly half of our staff per year out here. You need a city with big walls to be save from the animals.“</span> <br/><br/>Tom had expected something like that. The hunting rifle had told stories about what they would have to face out here.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Any chance that we are welcome in any town close by?“</span> <br/><br/>Again the hunter could only shake his head.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"There are no other towns close by and even if, the Getalians are hostile, they wouldn't welcome you.“</span> <br/><br/>Tom looked at his soldiers. Then they had no choice. It was Ovia, one way or another. And he preferred to try to take the town and die trying, than to end there in the arena.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, then it is decided. It is Ovia. There are two ways to go to Ovia. Either as prisoners of our wonderful and warm princess here or we try to free the people there. I know my preferences, but I ask everybody here. Prisoner or attacker?“</span> <br/><br/>The answer was as expected, when the professor spoke up. How could he help? Tom laughed and put his hand on the shoulder of the Professor.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, Professor. If we lose, then you will find yourself in the arena. If we win, then you and our latin beauty here can try to establish a government there that is a little more friendly than the actual one. It will be a tough thing to do, as those people have no idea of governments yet. But I am sure you manage that. It must be hell of a job for a professor, am I right?“</span> <br/><br/>Tom remembered the latina. He turned to the medic.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Hey, Fisher. Before you start the x-ray, can you have a look on Mrs. Lopez-Delgado here? I am a little bit worried that she is still unconscious. And it would be nice, if I know your nick, I hate it to call your Fisher.<br/>The rest, we will try to learn as much as possible about Ovia and our opponents.“</span></div>