>>5416549>>5416560>>5416574>>5416599“Casval, what are you doing?!” You nearly shout at your brother as he grips the firing controls, a murderous glint in his eyes, “What happened to father’s peace?”
The mention of father seems to snap him back to reality, and he relaxes his grip on the controls momentarily as he speaks, “They’re in our way, Felix! What if they shoot first?”
Casval motions to the viewport and the row of federation Guntanks blocking the street maybe a hundred and fifty meters away; It looks like their main cannons are pointed at you, but it’s hard to tell their precise angles. One of the sensor readouts nearby begins emitting a warning message in a calm female monotone, <span class="mu-r">“Laser warning… Laser warning….”</span>
You gulp, suspecting what the warning means, “Well, they haven’t yet. And it’s wrong to shoot first!”
<span class="mu-r">“Laser warning… Laser warning…”</span>
“Felix, what does that laser thingy mean?” Artesia asks, grabbing tightly onto your arm and sounding distressed.
Faint, muffled shouting from the lower hull can be heard through the metal hatch on the floor. Hamon must be arguing with the soldiers.
“They’re targeting us right now!” Casval protests, his grip tightening on the controls. His eyes narrow once again as he directs his full attention back to the guntanks.
>Oh crap, what if they <span class="mu-i">do</span> fire first? That warning is really ominous! Maybe now isn’t the time for the moral high ground… [Fire]>Try to stop him, maybe he’ll still listen, try to hold him back physically if you have to.>Write-in? 