[ caedus' levels of not amused are at maximum. he nods once to a trooper to his left, and the helmeted soldier turns to fire on more of the fleeing citizens. he feels them winking out in the force around him, allows himself a sense of satisfaction that there'll be no traitors escaping this village today, lets that fuel his determination as he returns his gaze to the pilot's. there's that unnerving touch of yellow impinging on the iris, only just beginning to form, but it's unnatural enough on him to make it hard to look away from. ] You know what I'm here for. This is your chance - renounce your treasons and deliver it to me - or meet the fate of all who stand against the Galactic Alliance.