Now it was my turn to deal the cards. The stairs were back towards the approaching soldiers, I felt like I was running right into their guns. All eighteen men aboard had been killed instantly. I heard the robot rolling away, untroubled by the fact that his writing, pillow-shedding patient was suddenly dead. And if the thought tortures you a bit, I intend to go on killing and killing and killing and you will never be able to stop me. They were fine, strong shipping boxes with Moraios printed all over them. If anything, they shared a universal abhorrence of war. If you attempt to destroy any part of this ship, or even gain entry to it, this one will detonate.