Nassan sighed and stood. "You best be getting what's needed and hurrying on out of here. Trouble could be coming any day." Four stood from where he had been seated and followed their hosts into what appeared to be a storage facility.
He and his shipmates looked through containers searching for medical supplies, rations, anything they might need. This near mechanical task left his mind clear to ponder this new information. These people were in danger, and he could feel the storm coming as real as if it were raining. They knew it was coming and had chosen to fight. If a man won't fight for what he wants he doesn't deserve it. He respected the people of this planet for their courage and tenacity in the face of, from what they've told him, near certain death. A small, nearly nonexistent voice whispered that maybe he and his shipmates could help. However, a much louder voice screamed to listen to his gut and cut his losses. He owed these people no kindness and no aid. Good people died every day and it wasn't his responsibility to prevent that.
To take on such a heavy weight is to take on the world, and no one's shoulders are broad enough to carry that.
As they finished collecting supplies from the locals, Four heard One trying to convince Nassan to cut his losses. Although he couldn't remember his life before waking up yesterday, Four understood that once a person got to a place like this planet, it tended to mean they didn't have anywhere else to go. Fighting for your home, dying for your home, is admirable. It's not a decision made lightly and thusly easily changed. Four understood One, though. He didn't seem like the type to walk away when he thought there was a chance he could help.
Six decided to join in the banter that was essentially white noise now. The back and forth was unnecessary and useless. Four focused on ensuring there would be no more surprises on this planet. Focused as he was, Four didn't miss Nassan saying they were expecting a shipment of weapons similar to the ones he and the others currently carried. Interesting coincidence or decent play at asking for help, Four couldn't quite decide.
Waiting at the entrance for the conclusion of the conversation, Four wasn't surprised when One lingered to talk to Mirielle. Apparently her necklace was of interest to him.
The walk back to the shuttle was filled with tense silence as the men carried their supplies. However, upon reaching the ship One apparently felt the need to break it.
"This isn't right. Am I the only person who heard what they said?" he asked accusingly. "A shipment of arms? Obviously we were meant to help these people."
"We don't know that," Three said dismissively.
"And the fact that we've got a cargo hold full of weapons, that's a coincidence?" One countered. Four watched impassively. While it did seem plausible that the weapons currently on their ship could be to help these people, it wasn't their fight.
"You're forgetting one important detail. The scary lizard people that are coming to destroy this planet!" Three growled out. "I'm guessing you don't want to be here when they show up." Four saw One's face fall a little. Three made a good point.
"Okay, I admit that part sounded bad-" One began.
"Alright, lets table this discussion until we're back on the ship, alright?" Six, ever the calm headed voice of reason shut down what Four could see becoming a long and drawn out argument. He sighed inwardly. Six didn't really shut it down, just paused it. There would be more useless banter back aboard the ship. Without another word the men all returned to their original seats and flew in silence.