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The young Obdinian looks scared, glancing between you, the Red Hand rebels and his distressed coughing clan-mother. But he also looks angry, angry at the whole world. His paws begin to close around the proffered rifle.

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> “Everyone fights. No one quits. Keep up, kill slavers and carry on.” You were younger than this alien when you made your first kill back on Clayton’s Cradle, in human years at least. The rebels aren’t exactly in a position to be turning down anyone, even if they’re a few years short of ‘legal’ fighting age. [Daredevil]

>“Conscription, Hail? Really? I thought you guys were fighting against this exact kind of thing.” You didn’t have a choice when you got thrown in the killer kindergarten of the Cradle, but that doesn’t mean you’ll let others be forced to do the same. Or have their hands on a weapon in your general vicinity for that matter. [Firebrand]

> “…” You share a glance with Crane, and then with Hail. You say nothing. You and your jungle-fighter protégé have worked on your boundaries in the past month. You don’t overstep your bounds in how things are run, and he won’t overstep his. [Xenophobe]