Sontarans care not for whether they are liked, only victory. I saw the situation and sought to turn it to my advantage. Unfortunately, I was outnumbered and reacted too late. Victory was virtually impossible from the start, I now see, however I would not let a chance such as that slip away. But now I am shamed with defeat.
Recruitment is not going well. Any individuals that I have personally approached have ultimately fallen into three categories: unresponsive, apathetic, or mentally unstable. All responders have either refused outright or become violent.
I will continue searching for mercenaries, but there is little chance of success. Trained soldiers seem to be a rarity in this land aside from loyal guards for the royalty, which are obviously not a viable option.
If I had a Rheon Carbine, I could simply take mental control of any possible warrior, but I am unfortunately without. Nonetheless, I will continue my efforts for some time longer.
Unfortunately, I have not been able to contact the Sontaran fleets since my last update. I must assume for the time being that reinforcements are not coming and build up a force of local species and individuals in order to facilitate the conquest of this planet.
Reconnaissance has been slow but informative. I will be retiring for the night. I look forward to killing you all someday on the battlefield.
Your enthusiasm is noted. Preliminary information suggests that you are well connected among these ponies, including some of their elite individuals. You may prove useful as a spy.
Attention equine life forms. My name is Yorn of the Fourteenth Sontaran Battle Fleet. I am here to acquire information about your society and recruit any allies who wish to survive the eventual invasion and conquering of this world. Any such potential allies wanting more information should inquire using the button to the left.
You may wish to know about who I am and how I came to be here. My people live in a different reality and take on a different form than what you see now. I am unaware as to how I was brought here, but I will note the changes. I have taken on a form similar to that of the “pony” race of this world. My weapon, a rifle, was once used with appendages that are no longer part of my body. To apparently compensate it has been attached directly to my armor and wired into my nervous system, facilitating direct mental control. Essentially, it is now a part of my body making it the perfect weapon for a soldier.
I hope to someday kill you on the battlefield.
Sontar HA! Sontar HA!
