Some of them are down-right bewildered by what's happening. Maybe they know they've lost this, lost to a kid. They underestimated us, had us pegged all wrong. Yes, our people caused the calamity, but here we are trying to fix it.
Did the Ura really think we'd just turn around and walk away? Shame, the opportunity for civilized discourse is over. Suppose old Zolf should've gotten to know us better. Maybe I should've trusted him, told him everything I knew.
As the hour grows desperate, the Ura bring out their big guns. Zolf, the Ura, they have every reason to be angry, beyond angry.
But when this is all over, it'll all be water under the bridge. There's nothing standing in his way no more. He's sees the Tazal Terminals loom large on the horizon.
Way out there on the edge of the world, that's where he finally finds you. But it ain't like Prosper Bluff this time. Ain't nothing for this gal to sing about now.
Zia, you weren't kidnapped, no ma'am. You just had to see what happened to the Ura, to your own people.