Ask Abe

He looked more afraid. “…A Glukkon…?” He then remembered there was a small number of friendly Glukkons living alongside the natives. Wait… what did he look like? Know his name or anything like that?” He wanted details before he would think of what to do.

The Glukkon they described did not sound familiar. “They aren’t usually violent, they get sligs to do that for ‘em. I think the Mudarchers will need to look around and see if he’s got anyone with him or if he’s alone, then we can find out what he wants.”

He looked more afraid. “...A Glukkon...?” He then remembered there was a small number of friendly Glukkons living alongside the natives. Wait... what did he look like? Know his name or anything like that?” He wanted details before he would think of what to do.

asks and starters are welcome B)

She feels a bit intimidated by Abe and stares at him with big brown eyes as he accuses her wrongly. After that she looks down, then takes a deep breath. “I do this because,…” Milka pauses for a moment and folds her hands, then continues. “…sometimes it is the last resort to save them. I- …I assure you that I did not buy them to… enslave them.” She finds it very difficult to say the word enslave.  

He took a deep breath. “Okay… so what exactly are you gonna do with ‘em when you’ve paid for them?” He folded his arms, trying to remain calm. Milka had always been on their side it seemed, so Abe knew that really he shouldn’t jump to conclusions.

Although it wasn’t exactly slavery, it still didn’t seem right and certainly didn’t sit well with him. “No. The freed Mudokons need to come here, straight away.” He looked very serious. “Maybe if they wanna work for you guys after being here, then fine, but it shouldn’t be the first place they go to.”

He looked at the photo, but it didn’t really help with anything. “How will they know where you land? I mean, they’re gonna know you’re not industrialists and not on their side, anyway. If you have all that moolah and all those resources you could do damage to the corporation you’re getting the muds from.” Perhaps Abe was just used to a more extreme method of liberating slaves, and maybe the idea of negotiation and business deals went completely over his head.

“But this isn’t business. They’re slaves. They’ve always been rescued and sent straight here, and it’s worked out fine. Rather than trying to show them “better business” and living in the city, they need to know what their lives can be, living completely freely in the sun, in nature. Maybe if after being here they wanna work for you, fine. But I’d be surprised if they wanted to.” He shook his head he crossed his arms, still looking serious. 

He listened and nodded, giving her a chance to explain because he knew Milka was very much a decent being and wouldn’t do anything horrible to anyone. “Okay... maybe there was just a misunderstanding. If that’s what you’re doing, then it sounds good. Sorry if I made you look or feel bad or anything... umm...” He looked down awkwardly. “D’ya want any help?”

She feels a bit intimidated by Abe and stares at him with big brown eyes as he accuses her wrongly. After that she looks down, then takes a deep breath. “I do this because,…” Milka pauses for a moment and folds her hands, then continues. “…sometimes it is the last resort to save them. I- …I assure you that I did not buy them to… enslave them.” She finds it very difficult to say the word enslave.  

He took a deep breath. “Okay… so what exactly are you gonna do with ‘em when you’ve paid for them?” He folded his arms, trying to remain calm. Milka had always been on their side it seemed, so Abe knew that really he shouldn’t jump to conclusions.

Although it wasn’t exactly slavery, it still didn’t seem right and certainly didn’t sit well with him. “No. The freed Mudokons need to come here, straight away.” He looked very serious. “Maybe if they wanna work for you guys after being here, then fine, but it shouldn’t be the first place they go to.”

He looked at the photo, but it didn’t really help with anything. “How will they know where you land? I mean, they’re gonna know you’re not industrialists and not on their side, anyway. If you have all that moolah and all those resources you could do damage to the corporation you’re getting the muds from.” Perhaps Abe was just used to a more extreme method of liberating slaves, and maybe the idea of negotiation and business deals went completely over his head.

“But this isn’t business. They’re slaves. They’ve always been rescued and sent straight here, and it’s worked out fine. Rather than trying to show them “better business” and living in the city, they need to know what their lives can be, living completely freely in the sun, in nature. Maybe if after being here they wanna work for you, fine. But I’d be surprised if they wanted to.” He shook his head he crossed his arms, still looking serious.