Some roleplayers show a fairly realistic compassion for the fellow intelligent beings who inhabit the fictional universe which the GM has built. Others make the distinction that these beings are imaginary, and feel no compunction whatsoever in completely ignoring whatever fictional feelings or rights to not being mindlessly slaughtered they may have.
In other news, a rejected title for this strip was:
Apocalypse a Long Time Ago in a Galaxy Far, Far Away....
Ric Olié: There's the Trade Federation headquarters, on the scanner.
R2-D2: Finally, something to blow up!
[SFX]: < bip bing poppity >
Jar Jar: Nosa. If theysa has da Orb, theysa protected. Wesa needs to get da Gungans to help.
Obi-Wan: And if we alert the Trade Federation, they might start killing civilians.
R2-D2: Oh come on! Can we at least strafe the planet?
[SFX]: < bloop poppity bebedooby ping >
Obi-Wan: I hate to bring up the civilians again...
Jar Jar: Land nearsa Otoh Gunga.
Ric Olié: Right you are, commander.
R2-D2: Let me clear a landing site.
[SFX]: < doop bleep dooby >
R2-D2: I'll recalibrate the ion cannons.
[SFX]: < beep whrooop >