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Atan sat quietly as Weslow walked in and set his rifle against the wall. An interesting character. If he wasn't mistaken, Weslow was a San'i, which meant that he should have had his pair nearby. He did not remember seeing one. Dead, perhaps? If so, then would Weslow end up being a liability? Something to consider later, and he was leaving anyway.

Turning back to face Kerstin, he gazed at her, tumbling her words around in his head. "As you wish then, Doctor Wilde. Why am I here you ask? Because I despise war. I simply hope to reform the military complex through the complex itself. War is much too brutal for a galaxy. Sadly, sometimes the only way to stop war is to wage it. In a way, my reason is much like yours: I wish to help people, simply in a different way."

Glancing back at the door through which Weslow had exited, he asked, "If I may be so bold, how did you end up here on the U.S.S. Warhammer? Your record is certainly interesting to examine, and many would have passed you over. What did our superiors see in you?"