“I don’t see how that’d help.”
Cyclonus said.
“I have to agree. Ostracizing him doesn’t make him any less of a threat. And his outburst looked like it was emotional. Making him feel worse might actually make him more of a threat.”
Demolishor replied.
“You still don’t get me, do you? Look, if we grow the legion to the point in which he wouldn’t really have any relation outside of it he will want to join it, he will have to enter it. And then we will say no. And then he will continue, and we will eventually allow him. At that point he will be more or less loyal to us, and all that we… that I have to do is to constantly question his loyalty, till he becomes a puppet of the cause.”
“But you’re missing the point. I don’t think he’s an intentional threat. It looked like he lost control. If we make him loyal, that doesn’t mean he can’t lose control again.”
Demolishor said.
“And even if that worked, there’s no way we could completely isolate him. He’s got that bird friend with him. Have you seen those two? They’re inseparable.”
Cyclonus said.
“Its not like only one person will be able to do what an entire colective does.”
“I wouldn’t underestimate the power of a good friend.”
Cyclonus said with a smile.
“Back in the war me and Demolishor were the laughingstock of our whole platoon. If either of us had to face it alone there’s no way we would have made it. But sticking together the way we did, nothing could bring us down!”
He said excitedly.
“Yeah, I kinda forgot about that.”
Demolishor said, smiling over pleasant memories.
“If those two are even half as close as we were back in the day, they’ll be able to support each other through anything.”
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Juliana Decided to take round in the training arena. She decided to take a good look at the rack of training weapons, deciding to switch things up.
It was a selection far less varied than the racks by the arena. And all the weapons there were dulled and rounded, intended to do little actual damage.
Hammers, swords, flails, axes, the usual works.
She decided to pick a heavy double-bladed axe.
OOC: Looks similar to Hector’s Wolf beil. Longer handle than a normal axe, but shorter than a pole-arm.
She then walked to the control panel, and flipped through the options till she found herself. then, booted the program.
Juliana
Skill level: 4
Victories: 22
Defeats: 18
A perfect replica of Juliana materialized behind her. It took a battle ready stance, and waited for the real thing to make the first move.
OOC: Is that her record in the ring, or on the simulator.
OOC: These are simulation statistics.
“What?” Juliana wondered to herself. “Who’s been fighting me and losing? I only lost deliberatly a few times against this thing. It shouldn’t have so many wins. I’ll have to ask around.”
With that, she turned to face her opponent. She bowed, and swung her ax out to her side, motioning for the simulation to come at her.
The simulation quickly ducked down and avoided the attack.
OOC: What is her general fighting style? I need to know so I can best replicate it here.
Machbreaker uses it to swiftly type out a response, and though it was short, it was fast even for such a small response.
“Neato.” The thing calls out.
OOC: Highly graceful, small jabs and slices with her blade, usually manuvers rings around her opponents, jumps, flips, dodges. Basically using her dancing skills to maximum effect. Think about how a running back spirals and damces around the incoming linebackers. Basically, she knows she’s a glass cannon. If she takes to many hits, she’ll go down quick, so she makes sure that never happens.
Also, it wasn’t an attack, she was simply moving her axe to her side in a sort of resting position in preparation for the opponents attacks.
“And one more thing.”
He takes a small device off the counter. A circular object with a red light and a clip on the bottom, just big enough to go around a minicon’s wrist. He hands it to one of them.
“I can use this to signal you when I need your assistance. That way you can continue on with your usual business, and only need to worry about me when I need you.”
OOC: Got it.
Oh. Alright then.
The hard-light construction does nothing, waiting for an attack.
“Ugh, forgot how well it knows my style. It’ll never attack first.” She muttered to herself, taking an agressive step forward, which, if she knew herself, should trigger an attack.
Backbreaker looks down at himself. Between his broad figure, savage-looking armor, and raw might, there was little he could apply himself to outside of combat. Sure, there was construction, maybe, but he’d always found breaking things more fun, as opposed to building them.
“Maybe they had a point,” he chuckles.
The simulation remained motionless. Like all the other sim-file presets, it would not move until the opponent tried to make contact.
“Maybe. Some of the earlier exiles were definitely legitimate. But casting out every last one is absurd.”
Backbreaker nods in agreement.
