Non-Direct Conversation.   Posted by Plo Koon.Group: 0
Plo Koon
 GM, 5 posts
 Jedi Master
 Mission Overseer
Thu 3 Mar 2016
at 23:53
Non-Direct Conversation
A place for discussion and messages between characters not directly involved in the mission.
Judge
 NPC, 1 post
 Clone Commander
 Gunslinger
Fri 4 Mar 2016
at 00:07
Non-Direct Conversation
Judge, after some pacing and deliberation, picks up his phone and dials Ghost ...
Ghost
 player, 1 post
Fri 4 Mar 2016
at 02:58
Non-Direct Conversation
In reply to Judge (msg # 2):

"Yes?  I hope this isn't some message for Vincent again.  There are messenger services if you have something you need to say."
Judge
 NPC, 2 posts
 Clone Commander
 Gunslinger
Fri 4 Mar 2016
at 11:47
Non-Direct Conversation
"Uh, hello. No..... No it's not about that. Or him, rather. Sorry..." He pauses, unsure of how to continue.  "Listen, Ghost. I need to say some things, so please hear me out. I am sorry for how I've acted. How I've been acting. I don't know what happened between us, but all we do is fight since Yvonne's funeral. I'm overly critical, and unacceptably jealous. I have no right to criticize your training, it comes only from a place of pure jealousy. That he, or anyone, would get to spend time with you as I would love to. But that's the thing ... I can't find the time to treat you the way you deserve. And now with the war ... it's all just too much. I hate myself for how I've treated you, and I just can't handle going off on another mission without putting all of this out there. My feelings for you are still as strong as ever, but a wall of petty arguments has been built ... mostly by me ... between us. I don't know what you consider us at this point, but I think we should be friends, at least. We work so effectively together, in missions if nowhere else. Can you forgive me?"

This message was last edited by the player at 11:49, Fri 04 Mar 2016.

Ghost
 player, 3 posts
Fri 4 Mar 2016
at 14:16
Non-Direct Conversation
In reply to Judge (msg # 4):

"Judge... we'll never be friends.  I love you far too much for that.  Part of you is so closed off that you do not understand that.  Perhaps it is your genetics or your training.  Those who criticize my decisions might tell me that I'm putting too much hope in you, but I know there is more potential inside you.  You are the perfect soldier and now you have your army to lead.  But don't you remember what made you different from the others?  You threw off your training, your heritage, the being you were told you were.  The man who always follows orders decided once not to follow orders, and it made all the difference.  I once knew a man who was trained as you train now - a gunslinger.  He had been trained by a great man, maybe the greatest of that dying breed.  In our short time together, he taught me some of his philosophy, and I have heard it come from your mouth: to aim with your eye, shoot with your mind, and kill with your heart.  With your heart, Judge.  For the heart does not think rationally.  It does not follow orders.  It does not judge, and it is open before all things.  I'm not telling you to be Zack the Gargoyle or Jett Tempest or Wingo, but you will need to find your heart if you wish to become the greatest man you can be.  War changes people.  I hope it does not close you off completely."

(She hangs up.)
Crusader
 NPC, 1 post
 Hugh of Spalding
 Crusader
Fri 4 Mar 2016
at 15:24
Non-Direct Conversation
Judge listens to the dial tone for several minutes, his gaze frozen on the window wall in front of him ... a lightning storm flashing over New Kamino, and the endless rain streaming down the glass.

Crusader permits himself in, when his knock is not answered.

"Commander.  It is past time that we depart for our mission.  Commander?"

It is a full minute before Judge finally turns.  When he does, his face is composed, but changed somewhat.

"Yes.  I am sorry, Hugh."

He walks briskly towards the knight, who recoils somewhat from his leader's determined march.  Judge takes his hand, and presses a cold piece of metal in to the man's palm.

"Commander?"  He looks down at the object.  "No!  I cannot ..."

"But you will.  It is time I roll the dice and let them fall as they will.  Let's go, Crusader."

Hugh sees a flash of something in Judge's eyes before they are covered by his helmet.  It is almost madness, something that Crusader knows of.  He thrusts the sun into his belt pouch and quickens his pace to follow the Clone Commander ... towards whatever lies ahead.

This message was last edited by the player at 18:35, Fri 04 Mar 2016.

Miriel
 player, 2 posts
 Iron Swan
 Heart of Steel
Sat 5 Mar 2016
at 03:41
Non-Direct Conversation
Miriel walked up the unfamiliar dark gangplank, and stepped on the deck of Dark Vengeance.  John Townsend was lounging in a chair on the far side, staring out into the astral space.  There was a tea tray on a side table between his chair and another, empty one.  Miriel strode over to him, looking out to see if there was anything in particular he was observing.  She stared out for several seconds, seeing nothing but the swirling vaporous ethers fading into black, starry space.  It was oddly hypnotic.

"Have a seat," Townsend eventually said.

"Thank you, John," Miriel replied.  She sat, and he poured out two cups of tea - Darjeeling black.  He pushed the sugar bowl over to Miriel without touching it himself.  Miriel took two generous scoops of sugar in hers.

"So, what's the call?  Where are we going?"

"We are not going anywhere.  However, I will be leaving."

"What, left off again?  Bloody hell, who'd I insult this time?"

"You misunderstand.  The mission involves leading a cadre of twenty clone troopers.  Only two agents from our team will be needed, and I have decided to go myself."

Townsend looked at her and raised an eyebrow.  "Why yourself?"

Miriel took a sip of her tea to cover a slight hesitation, then spoke in a deliberate voice.  "I have been blessed to have such powerful allies on my team.  You are all heroes in your own right.  Though leading you has tested my patience on occasion, I feel that you have all eased my burden.  I... need to know how I do with more... I suppose you might say regular soldiers.  The rank and file.  I need to be able to place myself in their shoes and understand them.  I was a squire once, but never a footman.  It is important to lead all soldiers, not just the heroes."

Townsend stared back out at the astral sea.  "That all?"

Miriel nearly sighed, but stopped herself.  "The Stikfas are attacking the Didditraxx, who have given invaluable aid to the Fortress since its fall.  Honor demands that I assist these allies."

Townsend nodded.  "Fair enough.  Twenty clones, huh?"  He took a sip of tea, then pursed his lips in thought.  "You... know they look like Dante under those helms, right?"

"Of course I know.  But they are not he."

He nodded again.  "As long as you can deal with that."

"Don't lecture me, John."

"I wouldn't have said anything except that your reaction at the funeral was unexp-"

"Enough!"  Miriel stared at Townsend, diamond eyes blazing.  "I am not a fool.  I am extremely aware that others have had more experience dealing with their personal feelings on relationships than I, but think me not a fool, John Townsend.  I have lost my opportunity, and I have had my grief, and now I will move forward and become stronger, because I am the Iron Swan, damn you."

Townsend met her eyes for a long moment, but then he nodded again and looked away.  "Beg pardon."  He took another drink of tea, then set his cup down.  "Who else is going with you?"

"I have asked Maho.  He is more experienced in tactical group combat than Lothor.  I might've asked Wingo, were circumstances different.  Have you seen him today?"

"Yeah.  Recovering well.  Apparently, and I quote, 'Time travel sucks'.  Also, as you might expect, his giving up smoking lasted for only about half a day."

Miriel sipped her tea and shook her head. "Filthy habit."  She looked to Townsend.  "Of course, you'll be in charge while I am away.  We do have some vacancies on the team.  I've left notes on potential recruits with Silencer.  Priorities are ranged attack and magical power."

"Seems about right.  Anything else?"

"Altron has returned from his personal leave.  He is depressed."

"I know the feeling."

"Well, then."  Miriel stood.  "I shall be departing quite soon, I expect.  Take care, John."

Townsend stood and saluted smartly.  "Be safe, Miriel."

Miriel smiled.  "I will be the best I can be.  I promise no more and no less."  She turned and strode away from him.

This message was last edited by the player at 03:41, Sat 05 Mar 2016.

Maho
 player, 1 post
 Mandarian Swordsaint
 Miracle of Violence
Sat 5 Mar 2016
at 03:50
Non-Direct Conversation
When he hears of the mission to fight the Stikfas, Maho smiles a grim smile.  Destroying these machines of war will prove the superiority of the Mandarin's ways...  He needs pack very little, for he is the weapon.

However... he dials up Raven Kyle before he goes.  "It is Maho," he says plainly, still awkward over communication lines, despite his time in the HUB.  "I am departing off-world on a mission.  I would know that you are well.  If you require assistance, I will charge my ally John Townsend with the task."
Dutch Douglas
 Player, 2 posts
Sat 5 Mar 2016
at 04:30
Non-Direct Conversation
Somewhere in Team Respawn's Tent
"The war will be a difficult one."

"War is not difficult. It is what happens after the war that matters."

"I guess that's true, and lucky for us we have some big shot names helping us out."

"Lucky for us indeed."


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Maho
 player, 14 posts
 Mandarian Swordsaint
 Miracle of Violence
Fri 24 Jun 2016
at 01:29
Non-Direct Conversation
Maho's body is brought back to the HUB for cremation.  His ashes were collected in an urn with a coiled, sinuous red dragon, which was then put in the dojo of the Foe-Hammer, alongside the white snow lion containing his previous body.  His great sword is also in the dojo.

The four surviving clones have been retained by Team Steelheart for special missions.  Bloodmaker has turned to worship of the Mandarin.

When told Dante is still alive, Miriel... well, I guess we'll just have to wait to see what happens...