The Coalition isnt a country club, were not here to entertain Katz motioned to Via, the metallic hand grabbed the rogue by the torso, yanking him up, as the arm swung outwards, suspending the struggling man over the hangar deck below.
People on the deck, alerted to the cry, looked up, a few of them scuttling out of the way to make sure they didnt get crushed when the Warbot dropped the offending Applicant.
The Coalition is at war, the revolution is lit across Sirius and it is burning, Katz continued to puff on his cigarette, looking at his old friend. The question is, Jayce, is there a Revolution burning inside of you? Or are you just bored?