KEVYN: Hello, Captain. How are things on the ground?
TAGON: I'm confused, and a little concerned.
TAGON: The Gavs have been remaking themselves, different shapes, sizes, sexes... different kinds of scientists... they even have a soldier or two.
TAGON: You know Gavs better than I do. If they can build soldiers, why did they request we provide a security presence on the ground?
KEVYN: Collateral. They don't want us betraying them from orbit.
TAGON: So it's the usual level of distrust from our employer. Good. I'll relax, and maybe clean my pistol.