Frank took aim at Zeit with his M1911 pistol, but then finally decided not to shoot him. He then felt another tap on his shoulder, but this time he could tell the surprise would at least be a pleasant one. Before him stood two Poleepkwa, still the same ones that were here with Frank before. They gave their hands out to Frank, and he gladly accepted the gesture and shook them. "Thank you, kind Human. You have shown us hope for the possibility of a peaceful coexistence with Humankind." said the battered refugee, who held it's injured side the whole while, the site of the wound appeared to be where one of it's limbs -similar to the limbs on the mesothorax of any small insect- was torn off during his beating in the street. "All in a days work for me, the name's Frank Keegan." Strangely, Frank came here no knowledge of the Poleepkwa language, and now he could understand it perfectly. "I thank you again, Frank Keegan. The Humans simply call me Walter, and he is called Russell." "It's nice to make your acquaintance, Walter and Russell." Just then, they heard what sounded like gunfire coming from the chemical lab. "I'm sorry, but I gotta go now." After being thanked by the Poleepkwa refugees, Frank reloaded the ammunition for his M1911 pistol before chasing Zeit into the chemical lab, where he also hoped he would find some kind of cure for John. "This day will be marked in history as the day we were liberated, and commemorate the 'Solitude Regulator,' Frank Keegan, as a man of discernment and valiance." Russell declared, and someday his words would be emulated on a memorial point in the location of old District 9, written in Poleekwan and many of the major Human languages, further signifying the unity of the two species.
"You know, Ted, John could already best you in Hand-to-hand combat when he was still Human... I don't think you want to mess with him now." Mike said, trying to keep this conflict from escalating. "That's how you all think, whenever a Non-Human lashes out it's claws or bares it's teeth, you cower before your all too inferior foe, but I'm not afraid of my enemies. I stand where I stand, no excuses, no backing away. I don't let the intimidation factor that every Non-Human employs into their savage attacks against Man, and I certainly won't stop to think about it before I jam a fireaxe into their bodies." Ted crosses his arms and leans his back against an Anaesthetic machine. "Ok, so you've proven your point, now let's say that Non-Humans are indeed inferior, and should be treated as such." Mike proposed, "Alright, let's 'say' that they're inferior, now what?" Ted replied, agreeing to play along. "John, while he may now be a Poleepkwa inside and out, is still himself. So, give me one good reason as to why you are treating him like dirt." Mike inquired, taking a step towards Ted. "Honestly? I'll give you THREE good reasons, for the fun of it. One; he's content with the changes on his body, indicating Misanthropy. Two; he refers to the other Prawns as 'us,' indicating Indoctrination. Three; his chitinous skin bristles when agitated, indicating Animalism." He finished off with a quick stab in the thigh with an auto-injector filled with Atropine by itself. The effects of the chemicals that Ted often handles are very long lasting and cumulative, causing him to suffer chronic neurological damage, and further Nervous system related complications if untreated, however the constant use of Atropine used to treat the damage is also causing other problems, like dizziness, nausea, blurred vision, loss of balance, and photophobia. That's certainly better than suffering the preliminary biological effects of Nerve agents, then becoming comatose and suffocating as a consequence of convulsive spasms, then dying of sheer exhaustion alone. Ted is willing to prolong his own suffering, just to see others suffer beneath him.
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