{[Good, now I won't have to make your bases belong to me, or whatever]}
"I'll make the best of it, goodbye friend." John said, solemnly. Then, someone came over from behind a shack. "Hey, Prawn John, I got the cure!" Said Frank Keegan, happily waving a small, cylindrical object in his hand. "Why do you insist on calling it a 'cure?' Do you think I have some kind of disease or something?" John snapped back, almost angrily. "Sorry, I don't know what else to call it. Now, take the freakin' thing." Frank said, impatiently trying to give John the canister. "No." was all John said, gently pushing Frank's hand away. "What? Are you serious?" Frank asked. "He's serious, Frank. John wants to stay like this." Mike stood in for John. " ... Why?" Frank whispered to Mike. "Truthfully? I don't really know." Mike said, taking Frank inside the tent to talk more privately. John respected their wishes for a one-on-one conversation and stayed outside for the moment. "This Squad was formed from the notion that Humanity should no longer be known as the 'frail' species, I respect and support that notion." Frank crossed his arms and leaned against the bed. "You know John isn't *really* a Non-Human, so why are your pressuring him to change back?" Mike questioned. "It's not me, Mike, it's the people of Domiparadu. They'll see this 'thing' in our squad and demand it's denial of admittance. Then, after John gets taken away, he'll be sent to a labor camp, or worse... they won't care if he's got the name John Magnuson on his tags, he's still an alien and they won't have him..." Frank started pacing. "I see what you mean... so what are we going to do?" Mike said.