[Easy to demand that the strange potato creatures stay back. Harder to force the matter. But hey, Jason's capable, right? Doesn't stop a particularly aggressive young spud for jumping at the back of Jason's helmeted head. What does stop that is a sword formed entirely of golden light. It cuts into the side of the creature and the momentum of the blow throws it aside.]

Issue with helmets? Even more limit on your peripheral vision.

[Says the guy in a black and yellow helmet that completely covered and obscured his face. Yeah, pot, kettle. But David's a bit more lucky, given his helmet was specially modded to work with his technopathy and give him a better radius of vision. For now, though, the man moves to stand at Jason's back, seemingly not caring that he might get attacked. Maybe he's counting on shared aesthetic of costumes to keep him safe for now.]

You Alliance or Society? Don't know your style. Guess it doesn't matter right now, given we've both got a mess of spuds to face. Any sign of the missing farmers?