Ossanlin's hand closes around the grip of his right-side shredder, flipping the restraining-strap back. <<Yes, a conundrum indeed, though one I'm not terribly worried about at the moment.>>
<I know you're scared and confused Derrel, you got dragged into this because you were unlucky. While I'm sure whichever Imperial you're harboring has told you all sorts of nasty things about us, I would ask you to remember that they are the ones invading your planet, not us. I'm sure you've had Empires...dictators rule your lands in the past. That is what the Imperial Yeerks do, they enslave other races and conquer other peoples, obliterating those who stand in their way, regardless of the livelihood of others. My people, and the rebels, are fighting to stop them. We are at war, and atrocities happen in war on both sides. I will not tell you that the Andalites, my race, are pure. We have committed atrocities as well, much as your people have used nuclear weaponry on members of your own race to stop conflict and bring relative peace to your world. We are not going to kill you, we're not in the business of killing innocent prisoners. We will be able to let you go later, but we must deal with the true prisoners first.>
Ossanlin ****s his head a bit, easing his Shredder in its holster. <And while whichever Yeerk is infesting you is rather a good actor...they apparently do not have enough skill to outwit a Gleet bioscan, though I really can't blame them...Gleet bio-detectors are quite infallible.>