Erm... Yeah. Are you sure that that's a good thing to be proud of? I mean sure giant 12 headed space monsters that want to swallow your soul need to get blasted but is that what you guys are held back for? Do you even HAVE those things?
I am neither proud nor ashamed of my work. It is simply what it is, war. The moral questions have already been resolved by the time my brothers and I have been committed to the field.
Yeah, but um, what if one of you guys goes too far? I mean if you never think about what you are doing you can loose sight of why you do it and things can go very very wrong.
But as for considering what we did, that was my role as Mournival. I... failed. I failed my father, I failed the Emperor, I failed my brothers. I couldn't turn the Warmaster back from the course of action which caused a galactic civil war, even though Torgaddon and myself knew it was wrong. We waited too long.
Max... He was the guy in charge long ago, the brains behind one of the most prestigious super hero groups in the world. Handled a lot of the recruitment and the logistics. But he well, he went nuts when something caused him to develop his own powers. Turned on us, tried to get us to kill each other so he could take over himself. Had all the big names so turned around that they were chasing shadows and each other. Then again, given the egos that wasn't so hard.
My best friend found him out, went to everyone for help, I was the only one who did. I ended up in the hospital for a month... Ted got a bullet in the face for his troubles. Finally someone snapped his neck but some sick twist of fate has him up and running around again back home with this major brain thinger that has everyone forgetting who he was so he can operate in silence again.
I just gotta get my hands on him and break every bone in his face.
Yeah well.. The second I get home I've got enough of a plan to figure out where he is and bring the whole organization down around his ankles. Then kick his butt when his pants are down.
Because he already got killed, had his head popped right off and some jackass brought him back to life. I want to keep him locked up and in a lot of pain so that doesn't happen again.
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We don't use such advanced digital weapons in the Age of the Imperium.
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Or that is how things should be, anyway.
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And so it did.
But as for considering what we did, that was my role as Mournival. I... failed. I failed my father, I failed the Emperor, I failed my brothers. I couldn't turn the Warmaster back from the course of action which caused a galactic civil war, even though Torgaddon and myself knew it was wrong. We waited too long.
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My best friend found him out, went to everyone for help, I was the only one who did. I ended up in the hospital for a month... Ted got a bullet in the face for his troubles. Finally someone snapped his neck but some sick twist of fate has him up and running around again back home with this major brain thinger that has everyone forgetting who he was so he can operate in silence again.
I just gotta get my hands on him and break every bone in his face.
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I am sorry. [ He will reach out to put his hand on Booster's shoulder in a brotherly pat, no condescension in the action, only empathy. ]
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