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Noon Tulip
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"Look, I don't want to kill you." I tell him, "This doesn't have to end in vi-"
"Bullshit." the green nevrean says, "It's way too late for that, there's going to be violence any way we slice it. You killed Dekustir and your friend here killed Slen, we both know how this is going to go, so kill me so your stupid friend can eat me, or what, are you going to feed me to your friend here alive?"
"Hey." Aruuchi interjects sternly, "You keep that beak of yours squawking like that and maybe I will make things nasty for you, or if you ARE so set on dying, I can make it quick and clean for you. Your choice."
Man, this isn't going anywhere...
After a short pause, I tell him "At least tell us about Radou."
"Sure." he smiles. "Why not. Dekustir was the second banana, maybe a little too soft, Radou was the brains behind all of this, he's been stockpiling lost tech for years now, he's got enough automatic weapons to take on an army of savages, and enough bullets to fill every river in the tatola with the bodies."
"Bullshit." is all Aruuchi says.
"Okay." the nevrean smirks. "So kill me. Now that you know what's in store for you. You can't stop any of it either. In fact, he's probably coming here right now. Might just swat flies like you out of existence himself since you killed his star pupil."
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