At this moment Reshed stepped in. He was wearing his usual outfit, minus his blue jacket. He went and sat in the location he figured would suit his position in the meeting and spoke.
“Fellow tribes of Refuge or whatever you may call it in these times. I am Reshed, the leader of the tribe of Rhug’na’ru. I would not like to dance around the point, for there is obviously no reason for delay since I’m sure, one way or another, you have found out what my tribe has wrought on the poor ferals in the area around Rhug’na’ru. Not my tribe, so much as it was I who ordered the attack in anger and fear. Fear for the loss of everything we of the Rhug’na’ru have striven for, and achieved, in this past year and more, it it could have been rendered futile by the Ferals. As you may now, we have in the recent year raised a modest fleet of flying machines; simple planes and our masterpiece: the Hindengog airships. I would like to focus on the latter as I explain the anger that caused my rash and evil action of the day that has harmed many of my people mentally and killed those that my anger was pointed towards. The airships fly not with wings or leyas, but from a lifting gas called Hydrogen. It is somewhat hard to come by but as fate had it, our friends in Tla’la’cal found plants beneath the surface that excreted the substance and gave some to us, and with that we have a near infinite source. But at a cost.”
He sighed and rubbed his brow.
Hydrogen is a violently volatile gas that with the slightest spark it could burn and explode. We knew this of course and placed it and the Hydrogen plants in a sealed off portion of our bunker with vents to the containers that we would siphon off of to make our airships soar. It was sealed, for what we would have thought to be forever but alas, it was not to be so. It was the day that we slaughtered them that it was shown not to be so. After numerous reports of missing items from food to tools and materials, I had sentries placed in and around the small village to keep out those thieves or catch them in the act. We caught and stopped none. SO I decided to have the bunker searched for signs of forced entry, seeing as we have never opened the deepest doors and they may or may not lead to another way out. It was in the sealed off rooms, or so we had thought to be, that we found where they entered. A small hole behind a broken set of doors, with a tunnel leading up and out to some distant location. How did we know it was a feral tribe you may ask, and I will show you."
Reshed pulled a small bone and obsidian necklace from his pocket and held it out to be looked at. “None in Rhug’na’ru, to all my knowledge, would wear such a necklace or would lace it with either material, and it came down to a simple solution in my head; the ferals were breaking in. As that was my first though, I was not very angry. Mildly so, but not greatly. Then they told me they had found it in the Hydrogen chamber. If you remember earlier, Hydrogen is highly flammable, a small spark can cause great destruction. If they had made a SINGLE spark down there, they and all above would die. The fires would spread from Airship to Airship in the air yards above and destroy them and all who fall in the burning wreckage. Our village would burn and the Rhug’na’ru would be gone. It was this fear that filled me with anger. The safety of my tribe is first and foremost, as they are of kin to me in many ways. So I ordered the slaughter of the ferals who we had spotted some time earlier from our flight patrols over and in the area.”
He closed his eyes and turn his head to the ground. “Such were my thoughts, and reasons for my action. After a time, maybe two days but at this time I do not know, I got reports of what happened out there to the ferals, in detail, and what the pilots that day were going through. Nightmares, both sides. A terrible set of nightmares I had wrought on the whole area, in flame and steel and hate. I thought for a long time on what do do about this, crying for my people, those ferals I had murdered and those that would sek to end us for these actions.”
He raised his head to Ka’zac, then turned away a moment. “Even Kolgol, who still killed them, gave them a chance. I did no such thing. All I can do is apologize and that is no sure thing, nor is it able to stand up to my terrible, however excused, actions. I do not believe these Earthers and their words of protection on our lands at any rate, but they do offer a way for my to pay retribution for my crimes.” He looked down at the floor, then back up again. “I offer these ideas: either the UTR takes me as their prisoner for my crimes against our race, or you turn me over to those who have no proof of their words. Either way I hope you will bear no ill will on those in the tribe of the Rhug’na’ru, they are not to blame in this act and were only following my orders.” He would sit down and stare at the necklace while other discussed this whole series of events.