NARRATOR: Bristlecone arrives at Parnassus Dom...
GEN. TAGON: This is surprisingly well thought-out.
BRISTLECONE: I have run hundreds of strat-tac analyses for Sanctum Adroit.
We have limited information on the Oafa, so the risk/benefit calculation includes a thick layer of Uncertainty Fudge, but I remain confident in the conclusion.
GEN. TAGON: I've read more analyses than I care to count, and this is among the very best.
BRISTLECONE: Thank you, General. That means a lot to me.
GEN. TAGON: There is, however, the glaring omission of actual names in the mission roster.
I understand. And while even the best-trained humans can never truly be reduced to statistics in an asset column, I took your recruiting skills and leadership into account.
Your presence ensures that the stated asset value will be met or exceeded.
GEN. TAGON: See, that's where the calculation falls apart. I said "no" to the Oafan ambassador, and I'm telling you the same thing. I am not doing this.
TAGON: Hello, Dad. Are we ready to go?
GEN. TAGON: You're not going anywhere, and neither--
TAGON: *interrupting* No arguments.
I'm in and I've got a team. I'm not letting you play mercenary without some expert help.
GEN. TAGON: If anybody needs help here it's you, Son. And don't think you're moving into my cabin.
BRISTLECONE: The asset column is looking awesome already.
GEN. TAGON: And you need a proper avatar I can look in the eye when I say shut up.