The Redwings are the most politically volatile group among the Urgi it seems; their violence not even masked with a pretense of legitimacy.

The boilings guns are used to kill one Council member; all water molecules in his ship rapidly heated and boiled, causing instant burns and boiling the breathable air into a deathly sweltering swamp of moisture. Without a very efficient cooling system, given the vacuum of space making venting heat passively impossible; most ships are "boiled" completely in just a few minutes. Aboard a populated station, the violence is even worse; two Redwings ambush your most loyal Accord supporter, a former commoner raised up to first mate and then captain by a kindly ship master who eventually became the head of his own small fleet; kicked to death in public. Onlookers watched in horror as he tried desperately to keep his groin and neck above the metal-clad talons of the kicking birds, but it's no use. They killed him the way the old cockrels did; millions of years ago on their home planet.

"Haha! Let all who oppose us know our strength! If you don't vote for us; that is the fate that will befall you!"
"Careful with that sentiment, little Redwing Eggbreakers! That kind of discourse will lead to a civil war..."
"Whose to say that's not what we want?! You want to start a civil war? Because we will WIN!"