07-15-2015, 06:23 PM
I was left with a choice and a horrible ringing in my ears, going forward I only had one more group to gut before I could swear off the Empire entirely. Blow up their precious prison, finish the mission, and leave them with their ass hanging out and in panic. If I played this right, if I could split the rotten log to keep the good part, I would be far better off in my search for the silhouetted asshat that brought me here. If I didn't, then I would at least be happy to walk away from the bonfire of my creation and watch the destruction in face splitting glee. One Lieutenant Jones was the last person I wanted to see before I flipped the bird to this shit show, but at the same time I could just leave him with the problems my revealed status as Prime would throw him in, and I could just abandon him to his fate. And make his life all the more miserable after I've turned Impel Down into a fish sanctuary.
But I couldn't just leave that chance to kick the officer in the ribs while he was down. Given the crap I had to put up with, it would be worth to make his situation worse just by being there. See what the bearded bastard's spine was made off as he found himself under the gaze of his superiors, with only me as his lifeline. An angry, vindictive lifeline who's already beaten down his other ally and could reduce his patchwork headquarters into smoldering ruins if he tried to drag me under with him. I felt a dreamy sense of joy as I imagined it, and I let out a long sigh that creeped out the civilians nearby.
Besides, I was stuck here until Choprot dragged his mechanical ass back from wherever he's derpped off to. Might as well entertain myself.
A quick stop to a local burger shop net me with a small mountain of various goodies in a brown bag, which I carried under my arm as I munched on a few and headed towards the building I had grown mixed feelings over. It had a certain charm to it, but I hated everyone inside it. At least this would be last time I had to be here, short of a chance to come back and kick it over. Despite my attempt to look casual as I approached the Empire outpost, my ever present search for danger had caught my attention when a quick glance spotted something, that sent my paranoia into high drive.
A conga line of vehicles, far better maintained and heavily armed than the junk on wheel Jones had under his command, several squads of stormtroopers in their shiny plastic armor in ranks faced the roads around the building. Spindly chicken legged walkers patrols the nearby streets, and a look upward saw much more lightly armored troopers on the roof tops with long barreled rifles. Inside the ring of troops was a short limousine, the luxury civilian vehicle was out of place with the troops and yet even form a distance you could see the armor plate layered across it's hull that would be used to protect an important officer in the showy decedent safety a high ranking Imperial general would want. I doubted that it was Jones', which meant that someone else had decided to come to him
They had the place surrounded. And this wasn't just some random get together. There was a purpose in the way they overlooked the surrounding streets and the building itself. Something was about to go down, and there was a good chance that I was to be the catalyst for the incoming firebomb.
Ducked away into an alley down the street, I still had the chance to get away without any risk on my part. Jones and his men were clearly seven kinds of completely fucked, and I could skip off with my lunch and let the Empire's tendency for inter-political warfare work for me for once. What would I gain? Waltz into the middle of a well supported platoon you are probably ordered to take me down, up to the offending officer who just as likely might welcome my offer as throw me under the bus, and whoever else is inside ready to metaphorically (or possibly literally) eviscerate his political rival would have no problem if I was in the collateral damage.
But I think you and I both know that I'm not the type of person to turn away from danger. I walked to the base with my lunch and the biggest balls in the Omniverse.
Despite the small army they had to guard every every inch of the compound, the front door was left remarkably absent. Only a pair of grunts barred my way, and really I only stopped to be nice. The most casual standoff ensured, the two troopers stared me down as I did the same to them. They had their toy blasters at the ready as they tried to decided if I was suppose to be here or not, while I just had my bag of food in hand. Which was offset by the apocalyptic firepower secured to the rest of my body. Eventually a slight turn in one of their heads indicated that they got radio message, and moments later I was waved in. He tried to be intimidating with the lifeless stare from his skull helmet, but we both knew I would bend him into a pretzel .
The inside was in what could only be described as a very organised panic. A clutch of troops in full, blatant outsiders to the rabble that normally lived here, watched over everyone else from a central location in the room. Everyone else either powered to and fro with stacks of forms and dataslate or keep themselves out of scrutiny by not making any sudden movement. Which gave those who did the look of a deer in the headlights. Of a tank.
Connor was in his usual place at the front desk, except now he made no effort to hide the whiskey bottle. He glanced up at me and proceeded to roll his eyes and took another slug from his glass. The little prick.
"Any calls for me?" I shot back, although admittedly I was more amused that angry, and that got him to actually look at me for longer than a second. His frown bisected his chin from the the rest of his face, and his eyes this glossy look of someone who could not begin to care about my problems.
"You know that we're in this mess because of you, right?" He asked, just the slightest hint of judgement in his tired voice, and I just shrugged.
"Yeah, I do. Burger?" I offered the paper wrapped diner food to the secretary, and after a long, silent pause he grabbed it from my hand.
"Fuck it, why not" He answers. as he took his first bite, a light on his console lights up "Jones want to see you."
"Good" I walked past the front desk up to the second floor, where more of the Empires cronies set political siege to their own kind. Jones' office door was cracked open slight, enough that I could hear the sneer of the other man inside, and when I walked in I found myself between two officers, the ever stoic Lieutenant shiny with sweet depsite his best effort to look stubborn, a man in outrageous uniform and with an intimidating aura as he stood ready to strike any who opposed him, and troopers in a black version of their armor that seemed to have be in wait for me.
I smiled behind my helmet, that sadistic smile I love to give when I had power of my opponent, and held the bag up.
"Lunch?"
But I couldn't just leave that chance to kick the officer in the ribs while he was down. Given the crap I had to put up with, it would be worth to make his situation worse just by being there. See what the bearded bastard's spine was made off as he found himself under the gaze of his superiors, with only me as his lifeline. An angry, vindictive lifeline who's already beaten down his other ally and could reduce his patchwork headquarters into smoldering ruins if he tried to drag me under with him. I felt a dreamy sense of joy as I imagined it, and I let out a long sigh that creeped out the civilians nearby.
Besides, I was stuck here until Choprot dragged his mechanical ass back from wherever he's derpped off to. Might as well entertain myself.
A quick stop to a local burger shop net me with a small mountain of various goodies in a brown bag, which I carried under my arm as I munched on a few and headed towards the building I had grown mixed feelings over. It had a certain charm to it, but I hated everyone inside it. At least this would be last time I had to be here, short of a chance to come back and kick it over. Despite my attempt to look casual as I approached the Empire outpost, my ever present search for danger had caught my attention when a quick glance spotted something, that sent my paranoia into high drive.
A conga line of vehicles, far better maintained and heavily armed than the junk on wheel Jones had under his command, several squads of stormtroopers in their shiny plastic armor in ranks faced the roads around the building. Spindly chicken legged walkers patrols the nearby streets, and a look upward saw much more lightly armored troopers on the roof tops with long barreled rifles. Inside the ring of troops was a short limousine, the luxury civilian vehicle was out of place with the troops and yet even form a distance you could see the armor plate layered across it's hull that would be used to protect an important officer in the showy decedent safety a high ranking Imperial general would want. I doubted that it was Jones', which meant that someone else had decided to come to him
They had the place surrounded. And this wasn't just some random get together. There was a purpose in the way they overlooked the surrounding streets and the building itself. Something was about to go down, and there was a good chance that I was to be the catalyst for the incoming firebomb.
Ducked away into an alley down the street, I still had the chance to get away without any risk on my part. Jones and his men were clearly seven kinds of completely fucked, and I could skip off with my lunch and let the Empire's tendency for inter-political warfare work for me for once. What would I gain? Waltz into the middle of a well supported platoon you are probably ordered to take me down, up to the offending officer who just as likely might welcome my offer as throw me under the bus, and whoever else is inside ready to metaphorically (or possibly literally) eviscerate his political rival would have no problem if I was in the collateral damage.
But I think you and I both know that I'm not the type of person to turn away from danger. I walked to the base with my lunch and the biggest balls in the Omniverse.
Despite the small army they had to guard every every inch of the compound, the front door was left remarkably absent. Only a pair of grunts barred my way, and really I only stopped to be nice. The most casual standoff ensured, the two troopers stared me down as I did the same to them. They had their toy blasters at the ready as they tried to decided if I was suppose to be here or not, while I just had my bag of food in hand. Which was offset by the apocalyptic firepower secured to the rest of my body. Eventually a slight turn in one of their heads indicated that they got radio message, and moments later I was waved in. He tried to be intimidating with the lifeless stare from his skull helmet, but we both knew I would bend him into a pretzel .
The inside was in what could only be described as a very organised panic. A clutch of troops in full, blatant outsiders to the rabble that normally lived here, watched over everyone else from a central location in the room. Everyone else either powered to and fro with stacks of forms and dataslate or keep themselves out of scrutiny by not making any sudden movement. Which gave those who did the look of a deer in the headlights. Of a tank.
Connor was in his usual place at the front desk, except now he made no effort to hide the whiskey bottle. He glanced up at me and proceeded to roll his eyes and took another slug from his glass. The little prick.
"Any calls for me?" I shot back, although admittedly I was more amused that angry, and that got him to actually look at me for longer than a second. His frown bisected his chin from the the rest of his face, and his eyes this glossy look of someone who could not begin to care about my problems.
"You know that we're in this mess because of you, right?" He asked, just the slightest hint of judgement in his tired voice, and I just shrugged.
"Yeah, I do. Burger?" I offered the paper wrapped diner food to the secretary, and after a long, silent pause he grabbed it from my hand.
"Fuck it, why not" He answers. as he took his first bite, a light on his console lights up "Jones want to see you."
"Good" I walked past the front desk up to the second floor, where more of the Empires cronies set political siege to their own kind. Jones' office door was cracked open slight, enough that I could hear the sneer of the other man inside, and when I walked in I found myself between two officers, the ever stoic Lieutenant shiny with sweet depsite his best effort to look stubborn, a man in outrageous uniform and with an intimidating aura as he stood ready to strike any who opposed him, and troopers in a black version of their armor that seemed to have be in wait for me.
I smiled behind my helmet, that sadistic smile I love to give when I had power of my opponent, and held the bag up.
"Lunch?"
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