Snippet #2036340

"Because, cousin, they are not; they are vermin."

Kampf declared such a matter as fact, for it was of no doubt in his mind. "They dare to consider themselves on par with you, Regievko, you - the spawn of demons compared to a son of God." The Belkan made no move to raise his voice, rather simply placing emphasis on his words. "They can never hope to compete with you, to declare themselves your equal." There was no doubt in his mind what was meant by this statement, but whether the Coalite would know that he spoke of the abomination that now inhabited the child named Raphael McGregor.

Rogue lieutenants had no place in his Hegemony.

"I know you believe we are here to show them what it is, cousin, it is your crusade. There is no questioning you or your people's devotion to seeing it to the end, but..." Kampf raised the question, a single finger raised, "Were that they were destined to survive, to exist in the tumultuous realm that is our galaxy, why are they so easily exterminated? So simple to outwit and decimate?" The green eyes lay on the Hykan for a moment, gauging his mentality.

"I know I didn't forge the Belkan race to stand by as the proverbial uncle of incompetent, inbred invalids tarry about the stars thinking themselves the greatest gift that I or any of their heathen Gods had bestowed on the galaxy. No. Belkans, Azriks, Scatterrans exist for no reason other than to dominate; to prove the masters of these pitiful creatures."