The suggestion to scout useful mech designers and other notable helpers sounded intriguing to Ves.
Now that he thought about it, many of the refugees fled in haste. They came from all walks of life, but because of the crisis they had all devolved into confused and frightened humans.
The sandman did not discriminate by wealth, class, rank or profession. The tides of sand washed over everyone regardless of their human qualities!
He briefly checked his comm to research his options.
A problem quickly emerged. He found out that he couldn't just hop into a shuttle and fly to one of the many recently-built farming settlements to pick up a useful refugee or two or something.
Only approved vehicles were allowed to approach the settlements!
The government strictly wanted to cordon them off until they systematically processed the destitute foreigners!
