"Boss, who do you know has ever survived an attack from the Valsalrians? It's either they're already dead or have nothing left to lose! They will never let us go! Not even if we surrender! Since this base is surely going to be picked clean, we should use this chance to distract them while we run!" the same subordinate said.
"You've got a point there…" said Gararizz. It was true. Hardly enough could survive a Valsalrian attack. Either they could repel them completely or die trying. Other than the stronger races, no one else would be able to see the light of the stars once it was over.
The Valsalrians had found their base, and it would no longer be feasible to defend it. The Valsalrian accepted no negotiations. They were pirates after all, and they had the same rationale whenever they headed out for a raid. Fight and die, or surrender everything and live.
