Chapter 7
There was air outside, according to the King Kittan's sensors. Gravity, eh, Kittan didn't care about the numbers as long as there was some, floating around like a bubble gave him a headache. Heat, who cared? He spent years in the desert, he could handle both extremes.
The sensors didn't say that the air outside smelled awful, smacking him the moment he climbed out of the cockpit. A hundred kinds of oils, none of them pleasant, old rust, unwashed bodies by the hundreds, some weird things he couldn't begin to identify. And blood. Iron reeking, faded, sour, all kinds of blood.
Nor did the sensors tell him that someone banged up the place pretty bad. Most of the lower wall had busted panels, cracked open armor sections, and gashes that looked like someone cut it open. Or something cut it.
Busted craft were left in piles around the hangar, a few looked like planes but designed like bricks, the rest were unrecognizable. Whatever turned them into scrap was thorough, so much that the floor was battered hard too. There was a railway chunk of all things in the room's center, the middle of it had its lines twisted up and busted off, another chunk was simply punched through the floor. Kittan had no idea why a hangar needed a train but someone saw fit to break it, this one and apparently several others.
There were craters from what looked like explosions too, blasted open like someone missed. He assumed they missed, peering into the hole showed him a bunch of scrap metal and stains of things he didn't want to identify. Some dull brown, some yellow, some green.
Approaching the back wall, he craned his head at the stacks of planes and lines of barrels, almost all the latter busted open. Fuel tanks or something, he saw stains on the ground where the contents spilled. Following that thought, he peeked at the ground very closely…
"Whew, safe. No bad movie magic for me." Kittan chuckled, remembering that new moving picture thingy Kiyal had taken him to see. It was a 'historical biopic' or whatever that title was, about some pit fighter from another continent who supposedly kicked ass. The whole thing was stupid, like who took the time to light up a smoke after spilling some oil? Or stood around and… rambled…
Kittan shook his head, he was in a bad situation. He had to stop feeling offended and find someone in charge.
Those wrecked flyers didn't have any, in fact he wondered if they could fly at all. Not now obviously, not a single one was intact. Busted in half, smashed against the walls, one had a ton of spikes embedded in its hull, another looked like it was melted by some kind of goo. There were enough intact bits across all the busted ones that he could piece together what it was supposed to look like, and he wondered how a flying brick could possibly take to the air.
His King Kittan wasn't exactly aerodynamic, but it was a gunman. Those didn't count.
Kittan swept his gaze over the hangar one more time, catching a light flickering and going out. No bodies, just wreckage and holes. The air smelled of a fight, one that happened very recently.
In short, it looked like a battle had taken place around here - which was fair enough, given how these people had to flee - but that wasn't what perturbed him the most.
So, Kittan was hardly an intolerant person. As a high ranking government member - however theoretically that had actually been in practicality - he couldn't be. Their people had, after all, consisted of the tribes of a thousand different pits and bunker systems, which meant a thousand different practises and cultural beliefs to juggle.
And save for the types who hurt other people in the process, like the ones with slavery or… questionable stances on Kiddo's, they had to accept a lot. But for every tribe that had stuff like that, there were dozens who just had weird beliefs. Like beliefs about animals or plants or that the sun was a guy in a car.
Weird, but harmless, so he had just shrugged it off. One pit had people who didn't believe in clothes in particular - their home apparently lacked the materials for more than mushroom cultivation, so they didn't really have any fabric - he had even enjoyed.
But even with his experiences….
"Man, what's with all the skulls?!" There were skulls everywhere. And he didn't mean, like, gnarly corpses and stuff. But there were skulls in staffs, busted up planes, some were actually embedded in the hull-
Kittan stopped to look at a wall of skulls, a literal wall that was higher than he was tall, stretching for a distance longer than the King Kittan's height, stuffed with skulls. Not stuck on randomly, they were placed carefully to maximize how much of the surface was bone. Someone spent a long time fixing this wall with as many skulls as humanly possible.
Where did they even find this many skulls?
"Well, I have no idea how these people look like, this all could be, like…. A bunch of alien butts instead, wait no, that's worse!" Cringing, he observed a probably skull rolling around on a floor. This one had a bunch of metallic techno stuff in it.
Like, he liked butts. A lot. Especially big juicy round ones! But even then he wouldn't keep bone butts around. And these were made of bone, he had picked one up at some point, just to see if they weren't some sort of toy.
Or, maybe they were from pets? Some tribes liked to keep the skeletons of deceased animals around - some of the time for worship, some of the time for sentimental reasons - so this could be the same?
Wait, he sure hoped these guys didn't keep humans as pets…..
Oh well, no use to ruminate in that silliness.
Taking a small whistle, he began to slender through the hangar, partially marveling at its size and design, and partially dodging areas that looked a bit too unstable or had defective electric stuff nearby.
Twice he saw entrances that would have required him to walk through some fire to get to a door that - from his view at least - would've just led to some side room or something. So instead he headed for the big, bulky door in the middle of the hall, eyeing his surroundings all the while.
He wouldn't want some misunderstanding to happen, after all, though he couldn't help but wonder…. How would these aliens look like? Maybe they'd be cool space babes, that would be awesome! Though, the rational - mean voices would say neglected - part of his brain argued that some form of bug people was more likely.
Ugh, he just hoped they didn't look too grose, Yoko would have his head if he accidentally started a diplomatic incident.
Getting to the door in the end wasn't too hard…. Opening it on the other hand, well that was kind of a bother. It was a hugely armored ugly bitch of a slide gate, thick with metal and pressed tightly together. Punching it made it clang, and he yelped. What was he thinking, hitting bare metal with just his fist?
Probably so that in case the force fields on the entrance of the hangar failed, that it wouldn't lead to a whole section of the ship getting ventilated.
On that note, he was really thankful that that part of the hangar was still working!
There was a terminal of sorts besides the gate, but after it shocked him twice - and even buzzed angrily at him, though maybe that was just his imagination - he kept his fingers away from it.
Hacking that sorta stuff was more Leeron's thing. Or Simon when he was in his Gunman….. The ability to simply absorb and assimilate technology was such bullshit.
With a grunt, he slid his fingers tips in the slit where the two slabs of steel met. Now, they were hermetically sealed, but some of the metal at least on the outside had unevenities and cavities that allowed him to fit his fingers in.
Now, spiral energy enhancement of the body wasn't his specialty. That was something Lordgenome had been great at, using it to create whole species out of nowhere, making Viral immortal and even fist fighting Lagann!
He was pretty sure that Simon could also do nonsense like that. If that man wasn't such a dork, he probably could pull off a pretty convincing Spiral King impression himself, some sort of Godking of humanity, ruling all for the betterment of humanity….. Which is what people would say who had never met Simon.
Still, as he grit his teeth and tugged and dragged at the door, he couldn't help but kinda regret he wasn't here. Chances are, he could just punch this thing out of his hinges, being somehow able to funnel enough spiral energy through his body to power the whole Super Galaxy Dai Gurren.
According to the techno nonsense Leeron was spouting, the man had been creating universes in every cell of his body as he did so…. Which was obvious nonsense…. Or real small universes, he supposed.
He, on the other hand, had to be more careful. Funneling as much spiral power as he had when he had busted that stupid death machine of the anti-spirals would probably cause him to blast one of his limbs off, if not pop entirely.
An embarrassing way to go and there were only two ways the great Kittan was ever gonna leave this world! Either in a glorious last stand against forces greater than himself or as an old man surrounded by a whole harem of hot babes!
The sheer image had him posing for a moment, before he coughed awkwardly and went back to it.
He started carefully, calling upon the state of mind he was in right after Yoko had kissed him, that contentment with what was to come….. He had really expected to die there and yet -
A shock went through his arm, he yanked it away with a loud and very colorful curse, one that would make all his sisters smack him upside the head. Shaking his hand, he checked it over for injuries, wincing at seeing that a whole bunch of his veins had burst, thin lines of blood running down his skin.
A short flex of his biceps resulted in another curse. Nothing felt broken or cracked, but the whole arm was probably going to end up black and blue, as if he had just wrestled with a gorilla bear.
"Alright, so first reinforce the arm THEN the muscles, got it." Still internally groaning, he sent an even smaller bolt of spiral power up and down first his right and then his left arm, careful to increase the thickness and general build up of his flesh and bones, adding plenty of spiral power in the mix to make it extra hard, before trying to give his muscles a small boost.
The gates let out a screeching noise as he began to pull at the uneven cavities on it, having to switch multiple times whenever he accidentally tore through the metal of one, though usually he had already bent it a bit wider open to have made a new and better grabbing point.
It still took him a solid minute to finally break the damn thing open, sweat guzzling down his forehead. And behind the obscenely large armored plates was….
"Huh, so they are bug people." He allowed his eyes to glide around the room, noting the 20 or so different directions in each of which gang went, some even being big enough to allow for whole vehicles to pass through, with some going up and down.
Though that of course less interesting then what was at the center of this way point.
"Man, they are ugly bug people though." It looked…. Vaguely humanoid, in a sense . this would have probably been the end result if a bug and a human had a child - there were some people with freaky tastes out there - and the result of that repeated a couple times, that this was the final result.
The four arms were a little weird, so were the fingers ending in some sharp looking claws. Its legs were stubby and had a lot of joints, like a big spring which could send it flying. This thing had no hair, its skin had a lot of hard patches like a bug, especially on its sides and head. Its bulb shaped head was almost like a bug's too, except bugs usually didn't have mouthfuls of very big, very sharp teeth and a long tongue. This one was flesh colored, wherever its hide wasn't ridden with holes.
All that blood on its claws and on the walls said that it didn't go down quickly, or alone. It looked pretty squishy overall, but it also looked speedy as hell too.
Oh well, time to find it's fellows.
He had to think of some awesome greeting lines for the bug people.
He had plenty of time to think of something, because these hallways were huge and went on forever. Dull metal that looked scuffed and dirty, again and again big rolls of paper with skulls and lots of stuff scribbled on them that he couldn't read, skulls and more skulls and even more endless hallways stretching on and on and on, only to turn and start all over again. Some even had small cliffs and bridges on them, which…. Actually, it wasn't that crazy. Super galaxy dai gurren had storage spaces that could fit whole countries in them… according to the maps he had seen at least.
He was rapidly losing patience, just where was everyone?
Could at least think about what to say….. Probably something like 'be not afraid' and 'I come in peace'. Kinda inaccurate, considering he just came out of a war zone, but on the off chance that the bugs could understand him, it should reassure them.
At least Rossiu had told him that when he had bothered to listen. And the latter hadn't been planning the forced removal of pit people and a military coup.
Still needed to punch him for that.
Not that he didn't observe his surroundings. Again and again he found blood, or at least stuff that looked a lot like blood. And in big patches too, with drops being sent everywhere. No bodies or bones though.
It was unnerving and it reminded him more than a little of the aftermath of people being killed by ant lions. Those things ate and carried away everything….. Only the dried blood remained.
Man, he kind of regretted not having a weapon on him right now.
Hearing a man scream ended his musing, making him take off in a sprint. A man didn't make that noise unless he was losing his balls, or he was about to be killed. And that scream was soon joined by another. And another.
Till it sounded almost like a whole pit worth of people letting out blood curdling cries, intermixed by the noise of fighting and dying.
Rounding a corner, he caught himself on a skull pillar thingy and gawked. Before him was a vast open room, filled with all kinds of machinerie and wagons, but more importantly, also filled with people.
And said people were slaughtering each other.
A thousand people easily, humans in fact, wearing all sorts of clothes, from rags that would have appalled even the poorest of Kamina City beggars, those who resembled regular factory workers, to men wearing robes and heavy equipment, bashing at their foes while various men and women who wore gun and armor poured fire - both literal flames as well as bullets and lasers - onto their opponents, uncaring for how many of their fellows they caught in the fire.
Said opponents were only too happy to meet them, leaping at the people claw first. The first of the group were like the bugs back there, only bigger and with large teeth, their four limbs swiping through screaming people like a scythe. Many were man size, a couple were huge monsters that observed the carnage, but still found chances to tear up victims.
Behind them were more human-shaped monsters, standing upright and even dressed in rags or robes, but with purple skin and with some, multiple arms. This allowed them to carry multiple weapons at once, from wrenches to light spewing guns, taking pains to avoid hitting their monster allies. They were on the same side based on how they worked together, and snarled in the same way as those creatures.
In multiple places he could see how some of the bug people fell on all four and six limbs and began to shove human flesh into their mouths, despite their victims being still alive in more than one case.
Kittan was already sprinting, charging over a multitude of corpses and ruined machinery where the bugs had already cut their way through, snatching a big wrench from a limb that was missing the rest of his body as he pulled his arm back in a mighty swing, aiming at one of the more humanish bug fellows, that was shooting at other soldiers with a raygun.
"Fuck coming in peace!" There was a nauseating crack as the metal of the tool hit the carapace skull of the bug man, carving into it and spraying gross brain meat everywhere.
Without losing a beat, Kittan grabbed its gun and began swinging it like a club on account of neither having an idea how that worked, no time to try out and being in close quarters combat.
"Be afraid!" there was a whole bunch of the insects that were hosing down the human soldiers, having taken out a depressingly large number of them, but Kittan crashed through their lines like a charging bull, the muscles of his arms bulging as again and again he struck out, killing one with every blow, the metal of the wrench and the rifle deforming again and again. More than once they tried to hit him back, their additional arms and talons slashing out to cut him, only for him to dodge out of the way and deflect with his improvised clubs, his strength more than enough to shatter limbs and weapons alike.
One shoved aside its allies, raising a big tube it held with all four arms, the end looking like a water hose with a little pilot light underneath it. That thing vomited out a torrent of fire, bright yellow blames that shot towards him like a flood. Rolling around it, he bashed a bug that lunged at him, racing to the offender before it could sweep the flamethrower his way, and with a shout kicked the weapon, and its owner, off the ground. It screeched as it went flying, sending fire everywhere right until it landed into a whole crowd of bugs. The explosion engulfed a hundred of the little monsters in fires, many flailing and screaming in pain as they burned.
Of course there were still hundreds more, now realizing there was a new challenger in the fight. However, having so many attackers look away was a chance the people there didn't squander.
Fresh gunfire and lasers tore into the bugs when their backs were turned, a few reckless idiots even running into the bugs with makeshift weapons, using the chance to inflict some damage. Their enthusiasm was commendable, but their effectiveness didn't measure up, as many of the bugs simply switched back around and cut them up. As he stomped on a bug Kittan could see one backhand a screaming man, spilling his guts on the floor.
Gritting his teeth, Kittan leapt over the mass of chittering monsters to stomp on another larger bug, putting himself between a group of screaming people and the bugs, beating his chest to draw their attention. He meant to lure in the bugs, but as he swung the wrench into the maw of a big bastard he saw a club, no, a pretty blinged out staff, be smashed into the creature next.
Kittan did a double take at the attacker, an older man in what looked like fancy robes a short while ago, now filthy and torn up, though a dangling necklace with a two headed bird was still shiny in the light. The same symbol was on his staff, even though it was dented and coated in alien goo.
For whatever reason he reminded Kittan of Rossiu, he couldn't put his finger on why.
The old man roared as he swung his staff again, bashing aside a leaping bug that tried to maul him, a second lunging at him falling just short, its claws only tearing a rip in his robes. For that he smashed its snarling mouth with his staff, crushing its head under the weight of the staff.
Still, things were not in their favor. The sheer weight of the bugs and the squishiness of the people meant that they were screwed, there was no way he could fight all of them and protect everybody at the same time. Not like this. Seeing a couple more people being cut down, literally, had him grit his teeth even as he ripped a big critter in half.
He flung a body at a bug-man with a chain gun, knocking them over before it could open fire, stomping his foot to give himself a little room.
Spiral power manipulation was tricky to do, making the power bend in fine ways instead of using it as a club. Simon could do it, but Simon was on a different level than any of them, Kittan included. But it was doable, he knew it was.
Drawing upon his spiral power, Kittan forced it out in a wave, trying to use it to shore up the nearest folk. He thought it worked, several people did double takes at a shimmering barrier flickering over their bodies, although there was a lot less than he wanted.
Grumbling, he decided to go on the offensive. Channeling the power in a different direction, he instead sent it into the wrench, trying to copy his King Kittan's lance. Spiral power usually worked better when it was scaled up, but it should work if it were shrunk down, he assumed. It was about how a man used it, not its size!
Glowing tendrils wrapped around the weapon, sharpening the grip on the end into a point, growing warm in his hand as he raised it. Kittan grinned at the shrunk down lance, seeing how several bugs paused to snarl at him.
"Oh yeah, now we're talking. Bring it on bozos!" Kittan charged into the fray, sweeping the spear out in a wide slash.
He was not at all prepared for a wave of purplish-green flames to erupt from the weapon, a blast that devoured the first ranks of the bugs in a blazing inferno. Many were turned to ash instantly, a few had time to screech and flail before they too fell. As he did a double take at his weapon, the horde of bugs fell back, probably having second thoughts about tangling with whatever just lit their guys on fire.
Kittan felt something grip his mind, like an itch inside his skull, or something brushing fingers under his skin. Not that he would just let
Shaking his head, Kittan saw that the bugs were pulling back. Apparently they had better places to be. Despite the feeling in his head, he grinned in victory… until he turned around.
Why were all the people he just rescued looking at him like that? Why were they raising weapons, there had to be a bug behind him, right?
"Uh, look fellas. And ladies. I know I'm one handsome man, but ah…" Kittan chuckled hollowly, seeing the crowd begin to stalk towards him, looking like they were in a lynching mood. "Wait, hang on. I helped you folk, okay? Nobody freak out or nothing."
They didn't look like they understood him. But he had the impression that even if they did, he was going to end up on the receiving end of a mob. Like back in Kamina City when the moon was falling, only now he wasn't on the phone all the time, and he was in Simon's shoes.
"Seriously, back off!" He started stepping away, reluctantly raising the glowing lance. He didn't want to get lynched, but he really didn't want to hurt these people.
A bellow halted the crowd, and Kittan, in their tracks. That wispy priest guy darted in front of him quickly for such an old fellow, raising his staff overhead and extending his arms.
Towards them, not Kittan.
The crowd paused, glancing among each other as he yelled at them, gesturing wildly like he was trying to shadow box someone. But whatever he was saying was getting through, they stopped advancing, and lowered their weapons. Though Kittan did feel put on the spot when the old man turned and slapped him on the shoulder, shouting something that caused a ripple of murmurs throughout the mob.
"Uh, thanks." Kittan nodded, feeling a little weirded out by the quiet chanting they were doing. He had no problem with anybody's beliefs, as long as they didn't try wiping out humanity or beastmen or thought eating folk was neat, but that kind of rhythmic chant got under his skin for some reason.
Thankfully -or actually not- one of the soldiers clutched his radio when it went off, alarm ripping apart his creepy attitude. He barked something at the priest, who nodded solemnly.
He tugged on Kittan's arm, and again when he didn't budge, saying something and scowling.
"Fine, let's go." He jogged after them, the crowd parting for their leave, taking the downtime to rebuild their defenses. Despite nearly being lynched Kittan felt a little bad about going away, they would be screwed without him. Whatever they needed him for better be important.
That said, while it was hard to hear over the static, the voice on the radio sounded like a babe. As a man he was obliged to help.
Man…. this ship was big.
Like, objectively alone from what he had seen upon flying towards it with his gunman, it couldn't have been much bigger than a handful of kilometers. 10 Max. An objectively tiny ship, an ant of a vessel compared to the Dai Gurren. Only…. On the Super Galaxy Dai Gurren they had transporters to get anywhere. Otherwise somebody could spend years trying to walk from one end to the other even just once.
This ship didn't have teleporters…. Or at least none that were working. When he had attempted to explain to the locals what the context was, he had simply received a lot of blank stars.
Plus one lady who got a completely wrong idea of what he wanted!
Damn, his sign language hadn't been so bad that she could have gotten THAT idea from it.
So instead of simply dropping teleporting on the bozos that threatened the damsel in distress on here, they had walked. For two hours now.
It wasn't even down a straight line - in that case he'd wager they'd long since would have reached their goal - no! It went up and down and left and right! Around collapsed ship departments, up frankly ridiculous staircases, through hideously cramped living quarters and then vast halls and domes. One had contained a whole forest just two floors above an honest to god slum!
During that whole ordeal he had been forced to bust open no less than two dozen armored doors and gates - the red hooded guys among them had been waving candles around them for some reason.
And they had been ambushed constantly.
The fighting kept him from losing his mind, encountering bugs like back in the crew area. Sneaky ones too, stalking them through the vents, waiting in every tenth or eleventh room. One tried to get him when he had to answer nature's call, it came right out of a hole in the wall! He was so glad none of his new (or old!) friends were around when that happened, he would never hear the end of it.
He had obliterated them, of course. A single flash of spiral power followed by that strange purple stuff and they were usually dead or running away again.
But everytime he did that… that itch in his skull returned. Fingers inside his headspace, whispers he couldn't understand and vanished when he focused, the sensation of being watched, they all kicked in each time he used his power now. And each time afterwards, he felt a throb in his head like a migraine. It didn't start bad but it was getting worse as time went on.
Thankfully for his sake they arrived not long after, so he guessed with how his escorts shouted and hurried along. Being ambushed by more bugs was a good sign too, even if his head was aching.
"Out of the way, coming through!" Kittan blew into a pack of bugs, knocking aside the clawed types who screeched as they were crushed, aiming for a humanoid type with a big power saw. Weaving around the whirring spinning blade, he slapped it away, and stabbed the thing in the chest.
While gunfire and laser beams echoed nearby, he turned to see his next challenger: a four legged humanoid in a jumpsuit, snarling something as he raised a… was that a chainsaw? But the way it was held, it was a sword. A… sword-saw?
"Nah, that sounds dumb." Kittan muttered as it tossed the weapon from hand to hand, using a free limb to wave him closer, no doubt insulting his mother or something with how it chattered.
Kicking the bigger saw into the air, he snatched the tool mid fall, and flung it at his challenger, who lurched back in a screech.
"Now where is that… oh c'mon." Kittan advanced further, until he saw a big set of doors. And a crowd of bugs massing outside.
Kittan saw some dead guards in piles around the doors, seeing how ornamented their armor was. Even though they looked like they went through a rockslide he had to whistle at how shiny and blinged out they were. Shame they didn't last, he could appreciate a man with good taste. Now to deal with…
One bug stepped through the mass, its smaller kind stepping out of the way. It sauntered slowly rather than skitter around, its allies hissing in a way that felt like taunting. As for the foe itself, it was taller than Kittan by more than a head, its claws were longer and visibly sharper as it drew them up, and unlike the smaller ones it didn't hiss. It just extended a long, drippy tongue, slathering its many teeth in a fresh sheen.
Kittan felt his headache pulse, the pain in his head throbbing more than ever. He wasn't the sharpest knife in the toolbox, but he could guess that it wasn't a coincidence.
"Alright bozo, you want some? Come and get it." Kittan slammed his clenched fist holding the spear against his palm, daring it to come closer.
The big bug snarled, leaping towards him with blinding speed. Kittan yelped as he rolled out of the way, sweeping the spear to curse at it dodging him, swinging its claws so fast he couldn't block, let alone move. A snarl left him at the claws banging off his shields, hard enough that he felt a bruise coming on.
It didn't look appreciably tougher than anything Kittan had faced so far, but for the life of him he couldn't hit the damn thing! He stabbed, it dodged and clawed him. He slashed, it knocked aside his spear and tried biting him. He even kicked, and it merely backed up and let him get unbalanced, before throwing its full weight at him. Even risking the flames didn't work, it gripped the spear to force it into the air, letting out a snarl at the hand on its flesh sizzling before it headbutted him.
Wherever his allies were at they weren't helping, assuming they were still breathing. He had his hands full just keeping this monster from gutting him, if his concentration slipped too much he was done for.
"Gah, what am I doing?!" Kittan roared, charging at the thing head first. Playing defensively was never his style, that grind and his aching skull were really taking it out of him.
Well no more! Shouting, he ignored the spike through his brain as he drew upon even more power, he rebuffed the big critter before it added a real spike in his skull, forcing the bug to stumble back.
"Yeah, not fun when someone else does it!" Kittan blasted a pack of bugs who tried interrupting the fight, gritting his teeth when the big bug turned. He kicked the floor, sending out a shockwave that upset its balance. "Don't you walk away from me bozo! We're finishing this, right now!"
He leaped at the big bug right as it suddenly screamed, sending a wave of pain through his brain, its own head starting to leak blood from its nostrils and eyes. None of which stopped him from roaring as he plunged the spear through its face, impaling the big bug in a thunderclap of power.
Kittan landed as the big bug hit the floor, stumbling a bit but he was able to right himself. His head was vibrating, he was aching so much… he exhaled, hearing the gates open.
Turning around, he forgot his pains and scratches and this accursed headache. He lit up, adopting a wide smile and a wide bow.
It is always important to make an impression on the damsel one saved.
AN:
Aight, and so ends Kittan's side quest in making first contact with the natives.
Surely this way everything goes right and the imperials do not get some wrong image of the newcomers.
Or maybe the right picture, heh.