<blockquote><div><cite>Zung wrote:</cite>The man in a long black trenchcoat and a helmet covering the top of his head while sunglasses covered his eyes leaving his cleanly shaved face showing.<br/>"Hello there" the man said pulling off one of his yellow gloves and offering a hand to the short andy. "My name is Commander Reich, if you would come with me, my superiors would like to have a word with you."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Andy examined it as if it were a dead stoat. "Reich... how appropriate. I suspect the only words I'll be saying are 'Arrgh! The pain! If you have any mercy left in you, let me die!' and things of that nature. After all you shoot your own people for disagreeing with you. I doubt a 'creature' will get better treatment."<br/><br/>He'd rushed out there on an impulse, and now he was scared stiff, but there was a certain freedom to it. There was no way he could possibly make things any worse for himself than they already were. So he was damned if he was going to show it. "I'll go, if only to stop more bloodshed." He looked over at the Lunar Guardians, deciding to lampshade a course of action for them.<br/><br/>"May and the others should be well away, but if your scouts find them...tell May I love her." He thought about asking to pick up his things, but he didn't want to risk these goons meeting up with the others. He stepped forward, head held high, clad only in his torn shirt, pants, kevlar gloves, and orthopedic boots. "Shall we go?"