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Edited by Shadlezz:
5/30/2016 9:00:41 PM
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[i][u]"Kor'El. Shas'o Kais of the Terr'an Sept."[/u][/i]
He said, without turning around.
[i][u]"Who were those people?"[/u][/i]
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Not sure. All I know is that they wanted to kill lots of people and destroy anything in their sights, stuff like that.
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[i][u]"Well then. It seems they won't be causing anymore problems."[/u][/i] His cloak blew softly in the wind, hiding his left arm.
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Can I ask you something? I've seen a lot of strange things that happened to organisms, becoming skeletal, melting down to a puddle, those things. How did you become... well... robotic?
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[i][u]"in my previous life, I had always been a battlesuit pilot. From them, I would command my troops. I have learned these machines by heart. They had become part of me. When I was taken by the Necrons, I was robbed of my body. I was made into a grieving machine with nothing but hate for anything living. Once I was bonded with the Nightbringer, I regained control of myself. My willpower was greater than they anticipated. In my efforts to rebel, my necron body was damaged. I was a mere shadow of my former self. The people that rescued me, my friends, brought me back to my ancienr base, where all my suits are. I bonded with this one. It became my body. My brain, it's neural network. If you would open this suit, you would find it is only an empty shell. I have no organic body anymore. I live as a stream of energy. A soul, if you'd like."[/u][/i]
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Interesting... That really is. And that's coming from an ex God that, for twenty thousand years of his life, had only thought of destroying the other side in war, and had no emotion. Looking back on that... I never really understood why.
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[i][u]"Naive gods. More dangerous than any human being. I've known my fair share of both."[/u][/i]
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I will admit, I'm not proud of it. Now, I've just been traveling around. I guess I got a good end of it, when I was forced to leave and no longer be a god, I was dumped in the 1980s, I loved that era, so, every cloud has a silver lining
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[i][u]"at least you've had time to attone for your sins. As I have."[/u][/i]
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Yes, I have. I had even managed to reconcile by bringing back some of my victims.
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[i][u]"The dead should be left to sleep. That is why necrons are so hateful. Not even their gods respected their wishes. They enslaved them, forced them into a war they never cared for... that is why I liberate them."[/u][/i]
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If that is true, that the dead should sleep, why do I always come back? Normally, when I die, that body will literally puke out it's insides, and ultimately grow skin and such until I look as I did before I died, it's strange
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[i][u]"I'd rather not discuss the science behind gods. They live in their own little world apart from us. You should know that."[/u][/i]
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That I do know... However, I brought one back because I was good friends with his father
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[i][u]"I suppose naivete can't be denied sometimes. Oh well."[/u][/i] Suddenly, all over the General Quarters, red lightning begins to appear, concentrated at certain points. [i][u]"ah. There they are."[/u][/i]
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There... there who are?
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[i][u]"I did not travel alone. I brought my suits with me."[/u][/i]
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Interesting... I don't think that I've ever been with the same people too long. I have Mion and Crossbow, but no one else really
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[i][u]"They are not people. They are suits. I merge with them, swap bodies, in sorts."[/u][/i]
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Oh. Well, Mion isn't exactly a human, he's a cat with wings, and Cross is skeletal.
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[i][u]"The only people I really keep close to me are my three daughters."[/u][/i]
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Well, you're lucky. I never had the joy of a family. My mother was slaughtered by my father And my father was killed by me and the Deity
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[i][u]"I wouldn't exactly call it joy. More like tragedy."[/u][/i]
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Looks like we all have different views
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[i][u]"It isn't a matter of views. It's a matter of history. I don't know yours, neither do you know mine."[/u][/i]
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fair, fair. But I am a little interested in yours... *Mortar sits on a ledge* Can you explain a little?
