“I need to speak with you and Simulare.” He heard in a calm a tone.
Sol locked the door, “I’m not interested angel.”
Seraphicon sighed in disappointment, “You are dying; being slowly hurt by the very thing you draw strength from.” He said, “You wanted to do this to find an alternative for Energon in the events of a depletion.”
He pauses, “This has only caused you harm; evil like The Blood of Unicron cannot be converted into a force for good and will only destroy what it touches.” He told him, 'Please, I beg of you to remember who you were, who you still are, and stop this before you destroy yourself." He sounded like he was pained by the fact that one so noble fell to an addiction that can be treated but refuses to try for a life free from pain.
“I have survived much longer then I should have by it, so if it is killing me it’s doing a lousy job.”
“Often the worst poisons, like cancers, take longer than they should to kill.” Seraphicon said. “Think on my words and know that we will be trying to help you heal.”
“Think carefully: have you really been surviving or slowly dying and becoming so addicted that your whole being relies on it?”
“does it matter? My life span has been expanded drastically by it.”
“Is it really, truly living?” He asked.
OOC: GTG; g’night.
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“I would say so.”
“Anything specific?” Salvage asks.
“Just something that’s more of a challenge.”
Coalburn and Zipline enter the armory. “Where do we find the big guns?” the latter asked aloud.
“So, what does someone as superior in the Guild as you have to do alone on Sophos?” Cargo asks Killstreak, leading her to her room.
The female hunter laughs. “Please, don’t call me superior. I just have had much more experience than most,” she smiles. “I just- I had a- parasite. I needed to get rid of it, but I didn’t want anyone to know someone like me could be affected by such things.” She stops, turning to a wall. “Without her, I feel so free! I am more myself than I ever have been, I guess.”
“Did you just refer to your ‘parasite’ as a ‘she’?”
“I meant it.”
OOC: Good night, everybody
“O-kay,” responds Salvage as he works the console.
The largest weapon the armory was a heavy plasma cannon. Beyond that, the armory contained only a few rifles, some ammunition, and the relics.
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Zip dashes towards it, trying to pick it up. "Here’s one…"
Cargo waves good-bye to Streak as she enters her hab suite. She drops her weapons on the table, and begins charging her device. It was amazing how much battery life was drained with such little usage.
“Give me something big! Something tough! Something I can really sink my teeth into!”
Salvage enters a sequence into the console, and a larger, four-armed holo-avatar materializes.
OOC: about thirty feet tall.
IC: The combatant deploys a serrated blade from one of its’ forearms.
OOC: And if I remember correctly, Maximus is tall as Ramjet, which is 25 feet, so yeah, its taller.
IC: Maximus deploys his blades and charges at the avatar.
The holo-avatar deploys a stasis beam and fires at Maximus.
Maximus sidesteps and throws both his blades at his opponent. One aimed for the head, the other for the torso.
The combatant intercepts both blades with two of its’ own, firing the stasis beam again.
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