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Kane took the seat kicked out to him, pulling it closer to the table. He was glad he found Grant easily enough, he didn't want to stay too long in the mining colony. There were enough dirty looks thrown his way from humans and aliens alike. He also feared for the security of Artemis. He glanced around, no aliens were obviously in earshot. Although he doubted that any attention would be paid to his conversation he didn't want to risk endangering the future of mankind. He looked back at the unattractive face of Grant who seemed to be more preoccupied with eating then listen. Despite this the man set of into monologue.
"Grant," he began, hoping a first name address would remove any tension that the burly man didn't seem to feel. "I'm pretty sure you know how humanity is treated in the general scheme of things. We're trash to most races, expendable and worthless. To be honest, in less then one lifetime I'm fed up with it. We used to have a world to call our own, we used to have a potential. Then..." His voice dipped, knowing the word he was about to speak would draw some attention. "Legion arrived, burning Earth and leaving us as space refugees. Now, I've always wondered why they choose to attack when they did. The more I looked into it I realised they were acting preemptively, striking us before we could grow into a threat. They were afraid, afraid of what we could become. Afraid of some project called Armageddon." He paused, watching carefully to see if the name cause a response before continuing. "Now I have done some research, I traced genealogies of scientists who had been reported of speaking about some secret project. Our grandfathers, or more specifically, your grandfather. As far as I know he worked on this mysterious 'Armageddon' project and possibly he passed some of knowledge on."

Kane stopped, giving Grant a moment to think on what he had just explained. He spoke again when he thought the man had processed everything. "With your knowledge and that of of others I believe that it is a real possibility that we could rediscover Armageddon. This would give humankind a symbol, something to gather behind. As we are, spread over the galaxy, we are weak slowly dying out. With your help we would become strong and wouldn't need to scrounge around for a living in places like this." Kane indicated the disgusting interior of the cafeteria. "I've heard that you're one of the hardest workers in this place, yet you look like you've been tossed about as an expendable. Is that how you want every human to end their life as because its going that way?" Finalising his speech Kane lent back waiting patiently for the man's reply.