"We can't frickin' leave, coz we don't have our ships. And mark my words love..." Snaga growls. "We leave, we take our fleets with us, and your world BURNS."<br/><br/>The ork pauses<br/>"So it's you 'oo'z got  da choices.  'Elp us, or watch da Bloody Handz rip yer forest up for building materials and fuel. As dis world... not just yer  forest, but dis entire planet, gets overrun by dem freeboota skum."