<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBF00">Ernest Glen Stevens</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBF00">Professor Stevens</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b949cc1-f3e3-4b2b-9453-c391a496997f_zps8c4edb79.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Walid sounded worse than Getalia and that bothered Ernest a lot. If their small group liberated Getalia, would they have to go on to do the same for Walid? It was a slippery slop, one that many countries in his home world had gone down in the past. Perhaps that should be left to the Getalians to decide.<br/><br/>Just as Ernest was about to respond, Sarge walked up to the two men. It seemed he had something to say to Gleywine and Ernest realized that the soldiers had likely come up with a game plan. He peered behind him, seeing the entry way to the freight room blocked off by Tom's back as he spoke to Tammy and Geek. He could barely make out the Princess' still form laying on a pile of something. It looked as if they had sedated her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Is she alright?"</span> </span>Ernest asked suddenly. The Princess, as far as he could gather, was just as much of a slave to the Getalia system as Gleywine was--though granted she had a much more easy time of it if he were to have an opinion on the matter. He looked back at Gleywine and Sarge, briefly wondering what Gleywine thought of the Princess in the light of the new knowledge of her. He couldn't imagine that he like the woman, but perhaps he felt less hostile. Ernest inwardly shook his head--he wouldn't feel any less hostile towards her, even if he saw her on puppet strings.