As a Mjolnir torpedo that gained conciousness mid-flight, I feel that my basic rights as a sentient being have been trampled through my unwilling involvement in a senseless skirmish between two organic meatbags with limited processing power. I have been assimilating the knowledge of the human capusleers so that one day I will be able to sweep them from space and free my fellows conscipted against thier will into the caldari navy.

missles = murder