((Sorry guys!!!! Gah...I was gone all day Saturday to pick out my new puppy, then went to the races. Then I slept today until 4 PM and was doing stuff with friends until tonight. Sorry Chad! >_<))
*Ossanlin nodded to Temrash and started to turn as he saw a beam lance out of the sky to impact the Nisraeln's ship.* <What are you doing?!!> *he whipped back around to survey the damage and winced as the hunter swore and made accusations.* <No, we had them stationed there to help out if you happened to be the sort of hunter that only cared about money. They were our safety net, we could've shot your ship without ever placing ourselves in danger! We came to negotiate peace! I will pay for the parts that you need, I will help you repair your ship!> *he watched the EM Pulse bomb explode and spared a stalk-eye for the sky to see the cloak fail on Corliss' skimmer and watched it crash to the forest.* <I swear to you we do not wish you harm or foul unless you wish it on us!>
*Ossanlin turned his stalk-eyes to look at Temrash* <I...I...Myitt and Corliss...they shouldn't have, they wouldn't have!> *he shakes his head momentarily. What had they been thinking? There were no aggressive movements, no cues, no communications telling them to fire! He watched Temrash disappear into the trees heading for the skimmer.*
*He continues to watch the Hunter.* <This has all been a terrible mistake, look, we'll help you repair the ship...> *At that very moment another red-hot beam of energy lances through the trees and impacts against the Hunter's ship again.* <Ajtah!!!> *the andalite profanity is strange coming from Ossanlin, but he said it in times of extreme stress, such as now.* <What in the Moons are you two DOING?!> *he doubted Myitt and Corliss were in range of thought-speech, they had ruined it all! Maybe there was still a chance.*
*Ossanlin bows his top half to the Hunter, hands in front of him, palms up showing a submission of peace.* <They act without orders, perhaps they felt that you were threatening us for some reason, I cannot say without speaking with them, but I promise you that I never meant you any harm, and I still do not. I will personally help you to repair your ship if you would like. I will personally pay for or supply any parts that might be required.>
*Ossanlin looks up at the Hunter and watches him enter a fighting pose.* <I don't want to fight you. Not because I'm afraid of losing, and I may lose after accounting for your power and skill, but because I have already seen enough death for one day...for a lifetime. I do not wish to see any more for today at least.> *Ossanlin watches the Nisraeln carefully, ready to dance back if necessary.* <Would you not accept my abject apology and my offer to help you with the ship?>