Gore was in a slight state of panic. Gappiqu had run off to fix the piping, and a robot arrived on the scene. For a few seconds, a childlike glee came over him.
"Hey cool, a robot!" He beamed, despite his situation. Then his brain came back to the tactical view. The robot had drawn some attention, and could probably withstand more punishment than he could - it had just torn a paramite from it's arm, and the paramites were holding back. He considered a couple of choices, then chose one. He raised his rifle to his shoulder and took careful aim. RG made a short speech to them, and Gore persisted RG's point.
"Yeah, get back, no-one has to get hurt. 'cept if you move, then I'll blast one'a ya'."
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