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srwug_alpha_rp2013-01-06 07:39 pm
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01: To Grow and Learn, As a Bondsman Becomes a Brigadier
[1]
Matthew should be happy. He has risen from the status of bondsman to become a Mechwarrior again, proven himself to his new clan in combat twice, and acquired many potent (well, zany) comrades and allies. His star is truly on the rise, even more so because the Gurren Brigade is a small group.
And yet, he finds himself troubled: by moral quandaries, elaborate philosophical dilemmas, the conflict between the traditions he came from and the urgings of his heart.
More immediately, though, he is troubled by his Nova, which is...wrecked. An arm blasted off, the armor is pitted and cored, and the gyro system half near pretty much melted.
He notices certain techs in the hangar bay glaring at him.
"Ah..."
[2]
Matthew has organized a discussion group in one of the lounges, for a very specific group of people: former Jade Falcon Clansmen taken as bondsmen. The topics on discussion are varied: how people are settling in, what interesting things have happened, gossip about the more infamous members of the Chalice...and culture shock, of course. The massive culture shock. And the shouting of attack names: what's with that?
There are refreshments of course. And booze. And cookies.
Matthew chats with a few fellow former Falconers. He really perks up, however, when Trothkin from his former Star show up.
[I figured this would be a good way to develop plot related to all the Clanner shenanigans, as well as explore characters both pc and npc. Anyone who has/is connected somehow to a bondsman, feel free to come over. And everyone else, too. There are cookies.]
[3]
Matthew walks down the hallway, whistling a merry tune.
Then he stumbles midstep, his eyes widening as he realizes the awful truth.
"I...I uttered a contraction in the midst of battle!" He cries out.
Matthew should be happy. He has risen from the status of bondsman to become a Mechwarrior again, proven himself to his new clan in combat twice, and acquired many potent (well, zany) comrades and allies. His star is truly on the rise, even more so because the Gurren Brigade is a small group.
And yet, he finds himself troubled: by moral quandaries, elaborate philosophical dilemmas, the conflict between the traditions he came from and the urgings of his heart.
More immediately, though, he is troubled by his Nova, which is...wrecked. An arm blasted off, the armor is pitted and cored, and the gyro system half near pretty much melted.
He notices certain techs in the hangar bay glaring at him.
"Ah..."
[2]
Matthew has organized a discussion group in one of the lounges, for a very specific group of people: former Jade Falcon Clansmen taken as bondsmen. The topics on discussion are varied: how people are settling in, what interesting things have happened, gossip about the more infamous members of the Chalice...and culture shock, of course. The massive culture shock. And the shouting of attack names: what's with that?
There are refreshments of course. And booze. And cookies.
Matthew chats with a few fellow former Falconers. He really perks up, however, when Trothkin from his former Star show up.
[I figured this would be a good way to develop plot related to all the Clanner shenanigans, as well as explore characters both pc and npc. Anyone who has/is connected somehow to a bondsman, feel free to come over. And everyone else, too. There are cookies.]
[3]
Matthew walks down the hallway, whistling a merry tune.
Then he stumbles midstep, his eyes widening as he realizes the awful truth.
"I...I uttered a contraction in the midst of battle!" He cries out.
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The Irgelions were a race that tried to attack the Earth Sphere a few years after Second Impact. Contrary to some of the other alien attackers though they were stonewalled and when their back was to the wall they surrendered. They were allowed to leave under the condition they inform their race to not attack Earth again, and those that chose to stay were allowed to undergo a naturalization process and be recognized as citizens. We have two Irgelions onboard, even.
As for why so many are taking potshots at us? Who knows. Maybe some think they smell blood considering how bad Second Imapact set us back. Maybe it's something else. Since you're in the same boat as a lot of them, your guess'd probably be better than mine.
Now... about that bit you were saying before though?
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"Perhaps they believe Terra to be a sacred planet as well? In future battles we should ask those we take as bondsman whether this is true?"
He blinks and focuses again as you ask him the pertinent question.
"The bit I was saying before–Ah yes."
He clasps his hands behind his back.
"I do not fear Clan tradition, nor do I believe that it is holding the Clans back, because I believe that it works. To many non-Clansmen, it seems harsh and stern, but it provides order and purpose for all it's members, allows all within it to achieve new stations and heights based on merit, and most importantly, creates a society that restrains the avarice in the heart of humans and prevents corruption and abuse of power."
[False. But heartfelt.]
He spreads his hand wide.
"You have talked of how the coming the Clans has destabilized things. This may be true. But the Clans have brought good things to this world as well, quiaff? Clan Wolf in Exile has fought many of the foul abominations that plague Terra, helped overthrow the Tyrant Richard Hawk, and freed the Domepoli of Inner Sibera from the exploitation of the Railway Company."
His eyes shift side to side.
"Do not tell Resnick I said that, though."