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Rot Cog - Militia Foot Soldier, “So he tells me to attack a group of people. Not enemy combatants, not invaders, not anything, just people. My neighbors covered in mud. He starts screaming about insubordination and court-martials and following orders… You can't disobey an order from a businessman because a business man can't give an order. He's not my superior officer. He's not my chain of command. He's a civi. Drecking gilded butterfly. We shouldn't have been stationed there in the first place. We're not at war and we're not the police. I'm sure the top brass will back me up.”