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| Into the Breach, ii.; Rub the Pathos In quest | |
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| Glacier | May 24 2011, 10:21 AM Post #1 |
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Heir to the Throne
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The ship’s silence rivaled that of a graveyard. The majority of the crew was busy sleeping off their drunken states – they’d left just as the sun had begun to rise on Earth’s horizon. None of Glacier’s allies had thought it necessary to sleep prior to leaving. Fortunately, that meant that the Changeling had the ship to himself. As The Treasurer soared through the endless void of space, the entirety of the ship’s interior had been darkened to accommodate Glacier’s sleeping compatriots – save for a single light over the command console where the Changeling pilot sat. Though, truth-be-told, ‘pilot’ was a rather generous title to grant him at the moment. Glacier was letting the ship do the vast majority of the world, while he simply sat at the helm, scanning the copy of Did you know . . . that the earthling bean farmer had given him. He found details of other races fascinating, and was learning significantly more than he ever had before. The book was ripe with knowledge about the entire galaxy, and Glacier enjoyed learning all that he could. He glazed over certain boring parts – the wars on Earth were so dull; especially the parts with nuclear weapons – and instead sought out interesting tidbits to keep him entertained as he flew. In particular, he was intrigued at how the Saiyan social caste operated based on the military ranking structure. It seemed like such an odd way to categorize society, based on birthright alone; particularly since so many people were capable of overcoming the burdens of their genetics. Then again, Glacier pondered, much of his own life had been spent utilizing his own birthright. Staring out the window into endless nothingness, he didn’t even hear Hex approaching until he coughed. Turning the chair around, the ship’s lights automatically activated due to the Meguma-jin’s presence, illuminating the (still drunk) sergeant. Hex had grabbed a bottle of water to wash the taste of alcohol out of his mouth, and then slowly stumbled to an adjacent chair. Glacier remained silent as he watched the Meguma- jin’s actions. ” This is the alcohol talkin’. I want you to know that, because you’re not gonna like what I have to say. ” Glacier closed the book, setting on the console behind him. Leaning forward, the Changeling stared at the aging soldier, awaiting the offenses to come. ” . . . have you thought about what you’re gonna do when this is over? You thought about what happens when Chill’s dead? ‘Cause, what I’m wonderin’ something that the other guys aren’t – yet. They will, eventually. But they ain’t there yet. What I’m wonderin’ is, if this works. If we kill him, what then? I know this is strange soundin’, but I didn’t fully understand what would happen then. Now I do. Once that bastard’s dead, then YOU’RE the king. Then YOU’RE the guy on the throne. That fancy chair’s on your ass. And that thought bothers me, because it got me wonderin’ . . . is that what all of this is really about? ”[/ color] |
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| Glacier | May 24 2011, 10:22 AM Post #2 |
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Heir to the Throne
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” No, ” Glacier answered immediately, without hesitation. ” that’s not at all what this is about. ” ” Stop with that laconic bullshit! Tell me, what is it about? And don’t say this is about your daddy. Sorry, kid, but you didn’t even know ‘im. I did, and I’m not the one stagin’ this whole shindig. But then again, I couldn’t get people to agree to me sittin’ on the throne, now could I? You could. You got a right nice little claim to it. So, please, I wanna know: what’s this about? Are you really usin’ us for THIS? Is this really some single-minded goal for you to wear a crown? Are you really just another dirty fuckin’ power hungerer? ” Glacier waited for Hex to take a long drink from the water. After gulping it down, their eyes remained locked with one another like the horns of rival bulls; finally, the Changeling spoke. His voice remained rapid and eloquent, as if he knew exactly what to say, as if he’d practiced this. As if he knew exactly what he was talking about. ” I don’t care if a crown ever touches my head or a throne my ass. Frankly, if neither happens, I’ll probably be all the better for it. This isn’t about power, and this isn’t about me wanting the throne, but this is single-minded. I’m doing this for revenge. You’re right, though, it’s not for my father – not just for him. It’s for me. The life I was supposed to have was robbed from me. The family I was supposed to have got taken away. And instead, I had . . . what I had. ” Hex knew about Glacier’s past, his training; his experiences. ” And you know what it did to me? It didn’t make me a harbinger for justice. It didn’t fill me with an undying need for gold and power. It made me dark. It made me vicious. I am filled to the brim with a desire to see that man dead, and to see everything he loves burned to the ground. I’m not angry, do not mistake this for rage. Anger can be spent, it can go away, it can exhaust itself. This is something else. I have a lust in the pit of my stomach to hold Chill’s beating heart in my hands, and to crush it right before his eyes. I can’t change that, I’ve tried. I’ve tried to forget. I’ve tried to forgive. I can’t. This is who I am, and this is exactly what I would be doing with or without you. I don’t have a plan once he’s dead. I don’t know what I’ll do, and I don’t know what will happen. But honestly? I suspect it won’t change the way I feel. I suspect my emptiness, my shallowness will never really go away. This is not a crusade, this is me. My cause will hopefully bring peace to some, joy to others, and will finally avenge the memory of my father. But frankly? I’m doing this because I don’t know how not to do it. ” Hex remained quiet, then glanced to the console. ” PTO minin’ ship’s sending out a distress call. We should pick ‘em up. ” ” I’d rather not. ” Standing, Hex inputed the coordinates and changed the ship’s trajectory; they were going to get the stranded crew. ” Nah, we should. They give good rewards to the people who help ‘em out. Besides, you gotta learn somethin’ kid: not everyone in the PTO is bad. ” [ +100 EXP // +100z ] [ Quest complete! | |
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