-there's only one council guy around this time, but he looks tired as hell-
Council member: oh good you're here. Look I'll keep small talk to a minimum and get right to the point. One of the remaining colonies is in deep shit and I need you all to head out as soon as you can. I have no idea what sort of bullshit voodoo technology the natives have on that world but the last reports I got from the colony commander mentioned mechanical giants holding weapons capable of leveling mountains with a single blast.
-Well, Roy and one of the Hilchars walk in on Oliver silently reviewing film footage-
-that appears to be of his former human self in a ship's firing range, getting a very stern talking-to by what looks like a drill sergeant-
Captain: ...alright, deserter. I just want to make this clear; you're a Rifleman now. You're going to go into the thick of the fighting and do what you couldn't do on the Apply Pressure. You're going to become a soldier, or die trying. Am I understood?
Oliver: ...yes, sir.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-Albert, Lemmett and Guy are on their way-
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