cassandor:

My mother once told me about a band of mercenaries that came
to a peaceful planet. They had a resource there these men coveted, so they took
it. They kept coming back, taking more.

Until finally, the people resisted.

When they returned demanding their tribute, the people
shouted back in one voice, “No more!”

The mercenaries didn’t like the sound of that, so they cut
off the tongue

of every last man,

woman,

and child.

We’re not marauders.

We’re allies.

And the war has just begun.