A subtle clicking spread throughout the camp that slowly grew in volume as rumors spread that the human was coming again, this time with apparently better gear and weapons somehow based on their own technology.
As the vans came again, the prawns closest to them quickly surrounded the vans while keeping a healthy space.
Before they could say a word, the guards came out and pointed guns at them that heavily resembled the AMR-B05.
To say that they were shocked was the ultimate understatement.
A long stretch of silence ensued.
Then-
What are you doing with our technology?!
What are you doing with our friends and family?!
The head human came out and yet again, to their surprise, left his protective ring, this time to his guards' subtle complaints, which he quietly dismissed.
"What I am doing is simply examining and reproducing the weapons, without harming your friends and family, so that I can better protect them from humans who aren't as nice as I am."
How can you prove that you're not lying!?
Give us proof right now or-!
"Or what? You murder all of us, or at least die trying to, then the South African and MNU armies will wipe all of you out without a second thought. I'll only be able to save even fewer than I hoped."
WHAT DO YOU F****** WANT WITH US, HUMAN!?
"I simply want to save as many of you as I can from this hellhole they call a "town" and give you a better life."
That shut them up, then some of them came from the very back of the crowd carrying everything they had, while dragging behind them the pieces that had made up their home.
After the humans and them had packed the vans, gotten paid for their house which was packed into a truck, the prawns went inside the middle van.
We want to go too!
A chorus of clicks rang out from the midst of the slightly disbelieving crowd.
The procedure was repeated and they joined the other family.
He continued standing outside of his ring of guards, then one split from the crowd and came closer, keeping one eye on the suspicious human and another on the slowly advancing guards that tracked her with their guns.
If we ever find out that you aren't who you say you are, then we'll rip your arms off and beat you to death with them.
If you do that, then I won't be able to change the channel on my tv or eat normally., he replied to their surprise.
He climbed back into the center van and left for the airport, not knowing that the officials he bribed to allow him and his 'cargo' out of the country were considering reporting what was happening to their superiors.
When the lights from the vans disappeared, the whole community as one looked at the Prawn, some with anger for potentially driving off their salvation, others with admiration for standing up to him, and others who wanted to break all of her bones on the off chance the human wanted an excuse to murder them all.
As the crowd quickly dispersed, the Prawn who had given him a piece of her mind stood there, feeling the waves of feelings the crowds were sending her way.
Slightly shaking her head, she went back to her home and stewed in her thoughts, planning for the April 9th of next year.