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| Dreadnought | December 5, 2008, 3:41 pm Post #101 |
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//Could I impose upon one of you to retrieve Coran from the Waters of Peace, please? He is recovered and ready to return to the Castle, but I am currently indisposed. If someone could bring him to the Control Room, Nani and I will be there shortly. Thank you// Keith paused as he listened to Alluras' request and shrugged. His shirt and jacet washed and cleaned he strode back to the Cathedral of Lions and entered the Platu of Winds, slidding across the void almost as though it was natural to him. Some part of him was alarmed at this rapid acceptance but the larger part of him was comfurted by it. "Hi Wind, hi Black," he said simply, waving at the great statue before turning about to reactivate the portal and cross into the Waters of Peace. "I was told Coran was healed, I'm here to pick him up. Is everyting ok and ready?" |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | December 6, 2008, 10:36 am Post #102 |
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Hunk had slept. Some. He never had been much of a sleeper. After about five hours of it, he snapped awake in the command-chair for the forge in the Pyramid of Sands, and quickly checked over the processes for the weapons and armor. Then he recalled part of his new duties as a lion-pilot. "Sand! You awake?" "I do not sleep, Hunk." The mechanic behemoth grinned over at the wispy manifestation. "Would be rude to assume that, though, right?" Sand tilted its 'head' for a moment. "Perhaps so. How can I assist you?" "Sedia and the other lions just came out of a pretty hard-core battle. I know my job is repairs and improvements. I think it's time I learned just how to do that when the lions are 'docked'... well... resting. We'll start with Sedia just because she's closest and the one I have the most direct access to in the first place. So we'll need a check-list. Externals, armor integrity, power-systems, motor-functions, etc. Once we've got Sedia back up to her usual self, we'll contact the others, and see if we can't move this along. "Oh, and Sand?" The manifestation twisted to follow Hunk as he started across the forge. "Yes, Hunk?" "When is that armor going to be ready for the princess?" |
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| Roadbuster | December 10, 2008, 12:33 pm Post #103 |
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Around the Castle Even at the early hour, there were plenty of people to see the Princess and her Advisor as they made their way through the delapidated halls of the Castle. People worked busily, cleaning and stripping out the old, molded, and damaged parts, replacing as they could, or simple leaving areas bare. As the Princess passed, the looks she got were not exactly as she had imagined. Often, there was a fleeting, unsure smile, followed by a stern return to their work. Sometimes there was more of an astonished look, even open stares. The one thing that did seem universal was that somewhere in the depths of those eyes, there was a glimmer of life now, where before there was only a dull deadness. And as they looked at the Princess, that glimmer seemed to grow infinitesimally. The Waters of Peace Coran stood from where he was relaxing on what appeared to be a giant anemone. In fact, the landscape of the entire Waters of Peace was very much like that of a massive seabed, beautiful and peaceful. Keith's prior visit had been emersed in a chaos of urgency and he had taken little time to admire the vast beauty that was so disparite with the engulfing winds of the Plateau. Coran was dressed again in his white robes, which were clean but still the worse for wear altogether. A new gaping hole in the shoulder from the blast wound remained, but the blood and char that had previously marked it was removed. The edges were still tattered and worn, but at least now they appeared to be bleached clean. He leaned heavily on the staff, and his eyes were a little glazed, as if awake from a long sleep. "Captain Kogaine! I must say, from the appearance of this place, I assume that all has been going well in my absence?" Pyramid of the Lands "There are twenty full suits of armor ready at this moment, including the more advanced suit that you designed for the Princess. Of course, the Princess now has a suit of armor for use while piloting the lion itself, so alterations may be considered for the armor as it stands." Then, moving towards a large open area in the main chamber of the Pyramid, Sand points upward as a whirling storm of dust swept up into the air, taking on the form of the Yellow Lion, "From the main holograph area here you can oversee and direct repairs. The repairs themselves can be carried out through each of the Den's automated components, or you can go and assist directly if desired." The shifting form demonstrated by reaching up and tapping on parts of the large hologram of shifting sand, instantly altering the view and zooming in on areas where damage was represented as differing glowing colors. Solid shapes easy broke apart and became line diagrams allowing for easy interpretation when needed. Near the lion, there was a stirring, and as Hunk peered closer, he realized that various sized creatures were moving across the surface. They resembled a variety of desert life, snakes, beetles, and even large birds. They also appeared to be made of soft, shifting sand. Sand then turned and gestured towards the large entry to the Womb of Life. You take the lead and enter the archway, walking low down into the earth below the Pyramid. Upon reaching the massive workfloor, you can see two rows of suits along one wall, as well as a working assembly line steadily processing others. In the main floor though, Sand gestured to one of the large columns, "From here," it touched one of the symbols on the column, causing it to rotate and information to be displayed across it's surface, "You can look through the database for mechanical designs, or automatically search for patterns of what you desire." Sand seems to find something and presses the stone, "Then, in the main staging area," another large hologram appears, this one taking the form of a strange devise not wholly unlike the wings that the Black Lion uses, "you can work out the plan to create. There is a teleport area here beneath the work floor, to allow for materials to be passed from Den to Den, regardless of the size. Raw materials can be acquired through the link with the Smelter, or in the event of a critical emergency, the teleport and this work area are large enough to accomodate even the Black Lion." OUT OF CHARACTER COMMENTS AND NOTES HERE NOTES TABLE OF CONTENTS HERE |
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| Dreadnought | December 10, 2008, 4:27 pm Post #104 |
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"As well as can be expected I suppose," admitted the captain with a bit of aprehension. "We got freed one of the slave camps, got Voltron and bloodyede the Drules nose. I'll tell you all the details on the way back to the Cathedral. ALOT has happened since you were taken down." Looping an arm under Corans shoulder to offer support he helped the older man back to the Cathedral as he explained in detail all that hapened. |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | December 10, 2008, 8:54 pm Post #105 |
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Hunk grinned. "Thanks, Sand. Time to get to work then." He rubbed his hands together, and returned to the holographic sand-display. "Show me Sedia again." The granular modeling system formed her shape once again. Finding the damaged areas, Hunk reached around, making them explode out in display for him as he rotated the image and model for each angle he needed. Getting the repairs under way, he then hurried back to the main console. "Sand, we need to get the lions space-ready, and possibly improve their weapon systems for vacuum combat as well. Sedia herself would be a pretty helpless duck up there without any earth to bend or sound-waves to generate. So I need everything we've got on environmental sealing, homeostatic systems, and space-drives." Sand appeared, nodded, and the information started rushing up in front of Hunk. It took Hunk quite some time to dig through them all. He was determined to focus on Sedia first. She was the one he had the most direct access to, and applying changes to all the lions before he had a chance to test them was foolish. He found models for repulsor drives that would use the lions' existing drive-systems in space to generate gravity fields for vectoring and thrust without wasting too much additional power. He also found oxygen supply systems and sealing apparatus for the plug-systems and suits. "Begin fabrication for Sedia. Sand, I want five of those completed suits and the one I made for the princess ready to transport into the castle. It's my turn to help bolster the troops, right?" he grinned for the floating effigy. |
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| John Aversin | December 11, 2008, 1:12 am Post #106 |
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Allura's tour continued. Here and there she would toss out words of praise for a person's hard work, or words of encouragement if someone looked distraught. She reserved her words for those that really seemed as if they could use a pat on the back, or encouragement of some sort. Though they did not have the momentous effect that Allura had hoped for, they did not go unnoticed and were not wasted. A glimmer of appreciation, or a weary half-smile was welcome recompense enough for the Princess. Towards the end of her tour around the Castle grounds, she was approached by an old man holding a leather-bound book. "Your highness," said Turik by way of greeting, his head bowed as he stood before the Princess. It was all she could do not to frown at him. This man had lived with her in the caves and, just as shortly as two days ago they were as familiar as grandfather and granddaughter. Now she wanted to shake him back into that familiarity, but knew she could not...or at least that she should not. As if reading her thoughts, Nani intervened before Allura could do anything, "I trust you have completed the census for the liberated, Master Dayim?" "Aye, I have." He opened the book, looked up to get the 'by-your-leave' from the Princess, who nodded quickly, and he continued. “With the help of two others rescued from the camps who, prior to the invasion were employed in the administrative profession, we have compiled a list of the people, their names, ages and previous employment. In the absence of previous employment, such as those who were too young, any skills they have picked up over the years has been included.” Allura nodded. “Your efficiency never ceases to amaze me, Turik.” Turik smiled and dipped his head again in thanks. “I can take your report, Master Dayim,” said Nani. “The Princess will see to it that it is given its proper review.” “Of course, “ he said, handing over a few loose sheets from inside the book over to Nani who gave them a once-over and then folded them in her hand. “Thank you again, Turik. Give my best to your wife, and prepare, along with the other two scribes you have found to do this all again. It is my intention to retrieve more refugees from the other camp as soon as possible,” the Princess said. Turik smiled broadly, nodded, and walked away. There had been no mistaking the resolve in his eyes. Those who had lived in the caves had been bereft of hope for a long time, too. However, they had not been broken as the slaves had been. Nani and Allura continued their tour and were headed back to the central control room in the Castle. As they walked, Nani pulled out the papers and read brief snippets to Allura. “236 survivors all total. Two former administrators, Turik already has them working. Eight former hospital workers, no doctors unfortunately, but nurses and medical technicians. Twenty-three who worked on farmland….that should help in the long run, what with growing crops for the people. We can scavenge only just so much.” She perused a bit more, listing off a few more groups to Allura as they got to the control room. “This is interesting,” she said as they arrived just outside the control center. “What?” asked Allura, actually curious about what would give Nani pause. “Master Dayim took the liberty of creating a conscription list of the younger and stronger survivors, denoting which ones would be applicable for military service, at least according to the old statutes. I’ll say this for the mines: they broke many, and the young rarely survived, but the ones that did…they were strong. He has noted 12 youngsters,” her mouth quipped a bit, since the men and women she were referring to were actually a few years older than Allura. Allura noticed, but ignored it. Nani continued, “That are physically fit, at least. And after last night, they may even have a fledgling fighting spirit. It looks, your highness, as if you have the beginnings of your Palace Guard.” Allura nodded. “That is good news. I have asked Sven to act as Captain of the Guard since his accident. He is certainly gruff, but if anyone can whip them, and anyone else we recover, into a fighting unit, I’m sure he is more than capable.” She paused before continuing. “Nani, I need to know if the communications console in the control room will contact more than just inside the Castle. Will it communicate with anyone in orbit?” Nani did not answer right away. “The entire system was originally set up as a planetary communication system.. The infrastructure is gone now, so it only extends throughout the Castle and, possibly, to certain outposts in the city, though we haven’t tried to contact any of them yet. And of course, it contacts to the Lions and their dens, but they run on a different mainframe. You could probably use the few sattelites that are still working to bounce a signal into orbit. But anything further than that requires the long-range communicator in the seperate room in the command center." She noticed Allura wince when she mentioned the other room. She continued, "Incidentally, why do you ask?” She felt she already knew the answer, but wasn’t completely sure. “As you so eloquently pointed out, I am no longer a runaway survivor. I am a head of state. I’m not confident that we can free all of the slaves before they are transported offworld, as you all nearly were. We certainly should plan on using force, but I intend to try to talk them free if I can. I’m going to contact and enter negotiations with the Drule. “ Edited by John Aversin, December 11, 2008, 1:15 am.
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| Roadbuster | December 11, 2008, 12:06 pm Post #107 |
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It wasn't long before Allura and Nani found themselves in the control room. There had been some more cleaning going on. A few people were working on pulling apart some of the wiring on some monitors. The massive instruction book that Allura had found was spread out as they worked slowly from it. It was here that Keith and Coran showed up, Coran with a rather dazed look on his face, though now he was re-dressed in another set of robes with at least a little less tearing in them. His face was still drawn, but his eyes were alert despite the enormity of information Keith had to impart to him. Pidge and Lance came in, fresh from their morning breakfasts. Sven was also there. His new arm a shock for all the pilots to see. However, he himself seemed to be holding up fairly well despite the operation. Hunk showed up as well, pushing a cart with six suits of armor on them... |
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| John Aversin | December 11, 2008, 2:06 pm Post #108 |
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The regality and the poise with which she had been trying to carry herself all day broke when Coran walked in, upright, healthy and hale. Allura ran (or rather, walked swiftly given the somewhat cumbersome nature of her dress) to her old mentor and, throwing decorum to the wind, embraced him in a daughterly hug. Her eyes were moist when they parted. "I...thought that...." she started stumbling through her words, not really wanting to admit out loud that she had thought he would die. It was never easy for the young to admit that their elders, the ones who had always been stronger and bigger than they, were in fact weak and frail humans all the same. Even now, now that it was no longer a worry that Coran might not make it, Allura couldn't bring herself to admit what she had been thinking, at least not without choking up. Edited by John Aversin, December 11, 2008, 2:10 pm.
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| Dreadnought | December 11, 2008, 4:16 pm Post #109 |
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Keith tried not to laugh at the outfit they found the princess in, despite it all a twisted smirk still rippled across his face. It wasn't that she looked bad in a statly gown, quite the opposite if he bothered to think about it, she just looked wrong in it. Hell the dress would have been just as outrageous on Lance. Then came the hug and the Captain simply stood aside and allowed Allura her moment. They'd been doing alot to foster hope and faith in the Arusan people, but had little time to get it for themselves. He waited a moment before directing his attention to the room in general. "Alright, we've got alot to do and not alot of time to do it in." "We've got a damaged Drule carrier, and two polar camps rapidly closing down. Seams to me our next priority should be repairing the carrier enough so it can get those Arusians out of those camps without them freezing to death during the trip. Hunk, Lance, can we pull that off?" |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | December 12, 2008, 11:45 pm Post #110 |
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Hunk shrugged. "We can try, Captain. I'll get on that right after I start up the repairs on the other lions. I only had Sedia started so far. Also, I brought these along," he gestured to his little freight-train. "Some samples for the combat gear for soldiers, and a particular suit I made for the Princess." He actually walked over, and pulled that suit out, bring it over, and laying it out in front of Allura. It was sturdier than the standard gear, but also slim and flexible. It had official markings of rank, and in fact was as much functional battle attire as honor-dress. "Fit for a queen and a soldier. At least that was my hope," he said with a flushed smile for Allura, scratching the back of his head. |
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| John Aversin | December 13, 2008, 1:11 am Post #111 |
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Allura beamed at him. "That is amazing, Hunk. The work is impeccable," she said, running her finger lightly along one of the sleeves. "A fully functional battle suit that is also noticeable and symbolic." The emphasis was subtle but it was there. Allura didn't even cast a glance towards Nani, and didn't figure she needed to. That suit of armor was quite spectacular, and now she had a case for not wearing flamboyant dresses...at least not all the time. "Thank you so very much," she said to Hunk with a smile. She turned from Hunk, who had already turned from her eyes in a boyish, aww shucks, sort of way. Back to business, she dropped the smile from her face and got serious again. "There are a few things I wanted to discuss with all of you here," she said, looking around at everyone. "The work on the carrier is an excellent idea, Captain," she said, turning to Keith. "I am worried about time, though. As in, if we have enough of it to get the carrier repaired and to get to the other camps before they are dismantled. I have an idea to gain us some of that time, but there was one other thing I wanted to speak of first." She turned to Hunk again, "The battle-suits you have created touch exactly on what I was wondering about." With that she turned her head to Sven, standing stern and implacable with his new apendage nearby. "Have you spoken to your Captain about the position we spoke about last night?" She doubted he had had the time to discuss anything with Keith, or anyone else. Still, now that she knew for a fact that she had people who were able and likely willing to start forming a standing military presence for Arus, she had more need than ever of someone to train and command them in the field. She waited for Sven to answer. |
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| Dreadnought | December 13, 2008, 1:20 am Post #112 |
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Keith was admiring the other suits as Hunk presented his masterpiece to Allura. It was quite impressive, to be sure, and far more fitting for the princess in Keiths opnion. But he was practically bred to be a soldier, matters of royal appearence were quite beyond him. "Seams we are of like minds Princess, that is iif I read your intent. You wern't thining of contracting our old wardog to train you an army were you?" The Captain winked, the smile coming easily along with it. Edited by Dreadnought, December 13, 2008, 1:22 am.
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| John Aversin | December 13, 2008, 11:56 am Post #113 |
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Allura allowed herself to smile back. "It's been a long time since the Castle has had a proper Captain of the Guard. I can think of no one better suited for the task," she said, agreeing with Keith and still leaving it open for Sven to decide. |
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| Roadbuster | December 19, 2008, 12:40 pm Post #114 |
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Sven nodded, "Very well. I will." He bows to Allura and turns toward Hunk, "I guess I will need some armoring then..." As the group continues to look at the armor plates displayed by Hunk, and talk about possible needs and the timescale for how long it will take to make more, a middle aged woman bursts in with a deep curtsy. "Ma'am, I'm sorry for the intrusion..." Nani stepped over to her, "What is it?" "Outside the castle..." In the dust of the courtyard she slumped to her knees. There were Arusian's all around. Whether or not they knew her, they knew her uniform. Gawkers stood and pointed. Everyone stayed their place. Blood could be seen in the mid morning light all over her body. Her leg still smoldered some from exposed wiring. It creaked and burned every time she struggled to move it. The servoes were dried out and likely were stripping the gears out badly. Merla didn't bother to talk to them. She knew her presence would reach inside the castle soon enough. What the impact of that presence would be...? She couldn't say. Were the shoe turned, it would be entirely up to the Commander. Likely, the Commander would have them brought in and at least partially repaired. She hoped that these GFA pilots were no different. But then, their society here was stripped down to bare bones, and the wounds were raw. She knew that at any minute, one of the Arusians could just as easily take her life. Well... maybe not so easily. She was still armed. GM Note: I'm probably out for the next week. I may have internet access, may not. If so, I'll check in and see what's going on. |
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| Dreadnought | December 20, 2008, 10:03 pm Post #115 |
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The insistance and, well, terror in the womans' voice prompted Keith to follow outside with all haste and when he saw the cause for her concern he was quite surprised. "This, is unexpected." Clearing his throught he spoke up, "everyone get back, clear away." Just when things were starting to make sense... |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | December 21, 2008, 3:45 am Post #116 |
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Hunk stood by with the rest of the team, which he was very glad now included the Princess. It almost made her more approachable in his own mind. Really, it just meant he could actually speak to her with less anxiety in his system. Seeing the alien woman brought mixed feelings to his mind, however. There was a certain spike of anger, knowing she was one of the enemy, but for some reason, even surprising to Hunk himself, he found her injuries painful to see. The damaged cybernetic legs had to be giving her all kinds of painful feedback, and her organic form was battered. She was a warrior, able to handle herself fine, but he just... felt bad for her. Even as he glanced at her, his eyes noted the damage on the legs, his mind already revving on possible repairs for them... |
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| John Aversin | December 29, 2008, 11:59 am Post #117 |
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Most of the Arusians, and Merla also, looked towards the princess and her entourage as they entered the courtyard. It was a tough decision. On the one hand, they could keep staring at the Drule soldier, for that's clearly what she was even if she was no android...at least not completely. On the other was their sovereign in splendid garb, along with her old advisor back from his wounds, her new advisor in an od military uniform, and the alien pilots of the lions. Yes, hate Merla and all she stood for as they did, even the Drule took second fiddle to the group that approached her. One young man thought differently. His eyes couldn't help but go to the princess and the group around her, but the hate drew them back to Merla. He was behind and her and not only could he not see her gun, he believed he could gain surprise. He reached down and, while all eyes were nominally elsewhere, grabbed a large chunk of stone and stepped forward, the intention to club Merla brainless obvious to everyone, but no one around him even moved a hair's breadth to stop him. Merla knew it was coming when he picked up the rock. She was down, but not out, and warrior instincts were not a physical thing to be damaged, per se. Those she still had. She feigned collapsing forward. Actually, it wasn't that hard to feign...that bothered her. It only went to show how much damage she had taken. She twisted as she fell and nearly passed out. Her swimming vision was all over the place and, out of the three young men she saw charging her with a rock, she fought to draw a bead on the one in the middle. He showed no sign of slowing down and she was fairly sure that killing one of these little humans would be enough to draw the masses down upon her, from which she was sure there was no escape. Still, she had no intention of being brained with that rock he held in his hand. She started to squeeze the trigger. "Hold!" cried a voice from somewhere behind her. The strain was getting to be a bit much, so Merla gladly let the gun drop...not out of her hand, but to the ground nonetheless. She told herself she could raise it again if she needed to, not knowing how true that thought might be. The young man had stopped dead in his tracks, too. He hadn't expected anyone to stop him, except the Drule maybe. The voice had stopped him, though. He had seen the princess earlier today and had even gotten a few encouraging words from her then. He hadn't expected that her light and heartening voice could hold an air of command in it. It didn't have enough command to quell him completely, though. "You spare a Drule?!?" he asked, the emphasis on the last word obviously explaining everything to him. He caught her icey gaze and lowered his, adding "Your highness" to the end of his insolent query. A few murmurs from the crowd said that at least some shared his sentiments. "I spare you," Allura said. "It is hardly becoming to any of us to strike a wounded prisoner from behind." The murmurs again said that many agreed with the young man more than their royal leader. She tried again. "People of Arus," she began, "We are made of more honorable stuff than that," she caught the young man's eye and he flinched a bit. "We may have been in bondage or in exile for so long that we behave like beasts, but we-are-not-beasts." The emphasis on each word was a hammer trying to drive the sentiment home. Less murmurs meant maybe it was working. "I do not propose we treat this...creature," and her eyes shot a mixture of venom and pity at Merla. She knew her story. "With pomp and circumstance. But civility she will know. If we give in to our feelings of hate and revenge completely, we will be as little better than those who oppressed us for so many years." She threw her gaze around to the crowd. They weren't murmuring any more. However, she wasn't sure if they were silent because they agreed with her, or if it was because they were used to bowing down to an authorative figure. She dearly hoped Merla had not given her cause to whip the little bit of life left in her people out of them. If that was the case, Merla would rue this day. But she couldn't allow the spark of hope to become a flame of revenge for the whole world. She would not let her people become bloodthirsty and savage, any more than was absolutely necessary. "Hunk, Lance," Allura called, half turning her head to them, half keeping an eye on the crowd. "Take this prisoner to a secure location and have her wounds tended, please. We will need to keep a guard posted at all times. And when she is well enough to be questioned...do let us know." |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | December 29, 2008, 10:52 pm Post #118 |
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Hunk had actually started forward when he saw the young men start, but Allura's quick response was all the better (and besides... he never would have closed the gap in time). He shared a nod with Lance, and they moved over. Hunk crouched down in front of Merla, and offered his hand. "We can lift you off your feet if you like, but I get the sense you'd rather just get a bit of a hand moving along." |
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| Verser Wallace | January 1, 2009, 9:12 pm Post #119 |
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[Name change notted here http://s1.zetaboards.com/Blues_Club/profile/386223/ New face, old soul, play on!] Swiftly Keith moved to Hunks side and whipsered hopefully too low for the citizens to hear it. "Ease her pain but don't FIX her leg, no need to rearm her." He simply nodded to the large mechganic wih the larger heart and took a step back to let he and Lance follow the princess orders. |
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| Roadbuster | January 2, 2009, 12:00 pm Post #120 |
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Merla heard the exchange between Captain Kogaine and his subordinate, but she held back any retort. Her leg was far from part of her 'armaments.' Even without it, she could easily kill any number of them before she was taken down. Still. To survive, and perhaps even to put herself in a better situation for the completion of her mission, her fighting skills were not the ones required. Submissiveness and guile would see her through this, and would allow her the capture of both the Captain, and perhaps even these 'lions' that fought the Robeast. Her scales took on a pale and delicate hue, and she kept her head lowered. Grimacing in pain, far more than was necessary, she stood on her feet. "I am not hear to cause you harm. Indeed, it seems that I am hear only for my survival. Lead on." As she spoke, her own pheremones gave off the scent of submissiveness. Of course, these simian descendents probably couldn't even detect it consciously. As she looked up, she almost let out a gasp. In the doorway stood one shadow that was distinctly different from the others. The Canine! He had somehow survived Commander Yuroth, and had even escaped! Regardless, at least it was not through her failure. Covering her surprise by a gasp of pain... that was not so false... she followed the ones called 'Hunk' and 'Lance' past the gaping crowd of angry onlookers. |
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