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[1]
[Pre- "Shine-Tommorow, Shine Forever"]
Solaris and the Unity Group is gearing up for a big military op, and things are busy at Saikhama Base. Ammo and repair parts are being shipped in by the bushel, and the air is filled with smoke as mechanics work round-the-clock to overhaul the Mechas in the hanger.
Suddenly, a mat-black shuttle with a ”日“ logo flies into the open hanger bay and lands like a UFO. As the shuttle lands, Dido looks up from her welding job; her eyes widen, and she drops her tools and books it for the nearest exit.
A ramp lowers from the shuttle, guards with sunglasses and turtlenecks file out, and a imperious, well-dressed woman strolls out and sweeps her gaze along the hustle and bustle of the base.
She sniffs in contempt. "So this is the Unity Group: humanity's strongest heroes. But really, can a group devoted to protecting others be said to have true strength?"
[Cut for long, borderline Objectivist speech.]
"I, Alexia Sybil, ask of you all!" She declares, raising her voice to whoever's listening. "In this universe filled with alien empires out to plunder our worlds, what is humanity's truest strength against them? Courage? Compassion? Honor? Cunning?"
She snorts. "No, it is ambition! It is our yearning for power, influence, wealth and achievement! Those with ambition...are true beacons of humanity! Those without ambition...are scum!
A group such as this that defends the earth for the sake of others will surely grow corrupt and weak in the end, and do no better than prop up the scum in their indolence!"
"...therefore, should we not–?"
The classy woman notices you inching away. "Oh!" She exclaims. Dropping her speech mid-sentence, she walks over to you, grabs your hand, and shakes it vigorously.
"You're Dido's friend, right? I've heard so much about you!" She chirps in a bubbly tone. "Do you know if she's around?"
[2]
While Alexia Sybil is chatting with people, two other well-dressed members of the Sybil family slip out of the shuttle and wander through the hanger bay.
One of them is looking at the rows of mechas in their gantries and shaking his head.
"Conventional, conventional...all of these designs are too conventional! Where's the creativity, the daring? As a new form of war machine, mechas need a new warrior aesthetic!"
The other walks up to you and hands you a business card.
"Hello," She says politely. "I represent Sybil and Associates, an interplanetary law firm. Are you in need of representation?"
Ummm....
[3]
Dido burst through the door of the room you are in, slams the door shut, then leans against it in a panic!
"Oh gods, it's them it's them it's them!" She wheezes. Her eyes focus on you. "You!" She wheezes. "Hide me, now!"
Do you help Dido hide?
[Pre- "Shine-Tommorow, Shine Forever"]
Solaris and the Unity Group is gearing up for a big military op, and things are busy at Saikhama Base. Ammo and repair parts are being shipped in by the bushel, and the air is filled with smoke as mechanics work round-the-clock to overhaul the Mechas in the hanger.
Suddenly, a mat-black shuttle with a ”日“ logo flies into the open hanger bay and lands like a UFO. As the shuttle lands, Dido looks up from her welding job; her eyes widen, and she drops her tools and books it for the nearest exit.
A ramp lowers from the shuttle, guards with sunglasses and turtlenecks file out, and a imperious, well-dressed woman strolls out and sweeps her gaze along the hustle and bustle of the base.
She sniffs in contempt. "So this is the Unity Group: humanity's strongest heroes. But really, can a group devoted to protecting others be said to have true strength?"
[Cut for long, borderline Objectivist speech.]
"I, Alexia Sybil, ask of you all!" She declares, raising her voice to whoever's listening. "In this universe filled with alien empires out to plunder our worlds, what is humanity's truest strength against them? Courage? Compassion? Honor? Cunning?"
She snorts. "No, it is ambition! It is our yearning for power, influence, wealth and achievement! Those with ambition...are true beacons of humanity! Those without ambition...are scum!
A group such as this that defends the earth for the sake of others will surely grow corrupt and weak in the end, and do no better than prop up the scum in their indolence!"
"...therefore, should we not–?"
The classy woman notices you inching away. "Oh!" She exclaims. Dropping her speech mid-sentence, she walks over to you, grabs your hand, and shakes it vigorously.
"You're Dido's friend, right? I've heard so much about you!" She chirps in a bubbly tone. "Do you know if she's around?"
[2]
While Alexia Sybil is chatting with people, two other well-dressed members of the Sybil family slip out of the shuttle and wander through the hanger bay.
One of them is looking at the rows of mechas in their gantries and shaking his head.
"Conventional, conventional...all of these designs are too conventional! Where's the creativity, the daring? As a new form of war machine, mechas need a new warrior aesthetic!"
The other walks up to you and hands you a business card.
"Hello," She says politely. "I represent Sybil and Associates, an interplanetary law firm. Are you in need of representation?"
Ummm....
[3]
Dido burst through the door of the room you are in, slams the door shut, then leans against it in a panic!
"Oh gods, it's them it's them it's them!" She wheezes. Her eyes focus on you. "You!" She wheezes. "Hide me, now!"
Do you help Dido hide?
From:
2)
[Ratchet seems to take offense at the whole being called a 'War Machine' Mr Sybil. The medic gives you something of an affronted look as he taps a certain symbol on his shoulder. Not the Autobot sigil, but a more familiar red cross.]
That would be under the assumption that I was built for the purpose of combat in the first place and for your information sir I was built long before life had even appeared in this sector of space. I've had quite enough of the 'warrior aesthetic' lying down on a repair berth dying to last more than ten thousand of your lifetimes thank you very much-
[He pauses in his rather irritable reply to regard the lawyer offering him her card.]
That is very thoughtful of you, but the citizens of Autobot city are already represented by a select panel of lawyers chosen from various firms across ESUN territories.
From:
Re: 2)
"Whoah!" Hyacinth exclaims, jumping back and adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses. "You're...you're one of the Autobots!" He stammers. "I apologize for making light of the experiences you and your allies have endured..."
He clenches his teeth. "But I stand by my words! All these mecha designs are stale retreads of antiquated symbolism! Facsimiles of Samurai Armor, horned helmets, angelic wings, gas masks...if we're to transform mecha machinery, sentient or otherwise, beyond paradigms of war, we need new styles of designs, new forms of artistry!"
He likes to use big words, don't he?
In response to Ratchet's response, Persephone nods sagely. "I see you and your faction have put all your ducks in a row...however, I insist you keep our contact information...for when you need a real law firm."
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[Clearly, but Ratchet was honestly unimpressed by the man's diction as well as his words.]
And that's all well and good, but sometimes those symbols mean things to people. And Cybertronians don't alter our bodies in that way unless we have no other choice.
And as for you ma'am, I'll keep that in mind. I'll be sure to keep your words in mind.
[Truly both Sybils present have made an impression on the medic, and it wasn't a really favorable one.]
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Hyacinth looks like he wants to use some more big words, but in a fit of good sense, keeps his mouth shut.
"If your feeling on this matter are this strong..." He says slowly, "...then I have no choice but to respect them."
"Don't look so dour, Hyacinth. Let's not forget what we came here for." Persephone Sybil turns to face Ratchet. "We wanted to talk to our sister Dido Sybil. Have you seen her around?"