Pests of the final frontier, nasty little obstacles to adventure. Death is sad, bullies are sadder.

Pests of the final frontier, nasty little obstacles to adventure. Death is sad, bullies are sadder.

Polo seems to wish to encourage my development as a spacefarer, but repeatedly alludes to some deeper purpose, some hidden truth to all of this.

Polo suggests that I should once again throw myself into combat with pirates. What a thrilling existence that would be, they argue, miming dogfighting craft with their hands while making sound effects.

When I remind Polo of their earlier sadness and fear of violence, the Gek laughs, clearly troubled. Destroy ships or do not destroy ships... they understand it now. It will change nothing.