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| SO A BIG CREEPY ALIEN ATTACKS A FEW PASSENGERS, SUCKS THE LIFE OUT OF THEM, LEAVES THEM FOR NEAR-DEAD AND HE GETS A FOOD DRIVE JUST BECAUSE YOUR CAPTAIN WANTS TO PLAY AT BEING A GOOD SAMARITAN. BUT SOME OF ME AND MINE SHOW UP IN SPACE, TWIDDLE OUR THUMBS, RAISE A FEW HACKLES, AND IT'S SUDDENLY TIME FOR A BIG OLD DEMON BBQ. DOUBLE STANDARD, MUCH? TELL ME, IF WE'D MANAGED TO GET ON KIRK'S GOOD SIDE, WOULD WE HAVE GOTTEN CARTE BLANCHE, TOO? WOULD SOMEBODY BE MAKING EXCUSES FOR US RIGHT NOW INSTEAD OF HUNTING US DOWN SYSTEMATICALLY ONE BY ONE? WOULD SOMEBODY OUT THERE BE TRYING TO UNDERSTAND US? IT SEEMS LIKE SOMETHING OF A MISSED OPPORTUNITY, IF YOU ASK ME. TELL ME, TRANQUILITY, DON'T YOU WANT TO USE US FOR YOUR POLITICAL AGENDAS, FOR YOUR POPULARITY CONTESTS? DON'T YOU WANT TO VALIDATE YOUR HUMANITY BY SHOWING US COMPASSION AND SHOWING EVERYONE ELSE HOW FUCKING GOOD YOU CAN BE? INSTEAD, YOU SHED FIRST BLOOD. YOU PURGED THAT DEMON. NOW WE HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO DEFEND YOURSELVES. GOOD LUCK WITH THAT. |
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