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02: The Abtaka of the Brotherhood of Manly Souls Opens His Heart to Legend Once Again
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The events of the past few days– the battle against the final onslaught of the Invaders, the climactic struggle of the Getter Team at Saturn, and the place they departed to– have frankly been epic.
They have also made quite the impression on a certain ex-Jade Falcon, who had not dared to think that such heroism could be possible.
As the White Chalice journeys back to Earth, he can be seen at various places–in his (Tin-foiled) Nova's cockpit on the outer hull, in a vacuum suit by one of the large airlocks, at the observation deck– just staring up at the endless sea of stars as a child would.
http://blogs.voanews.com/science-world/files/2013/01/Under_the_Milky_Way.jpg
Talk to him? Snap him out of it? Play a prank on him?
[2]
Matthew is wandering about the Chalice, looking for the pilots who fought at Saturn, tablet and light pen in hand.
And the most determined of expressions on his face.
[3]
Matthew is sitting by a table in one of the portside lounges, ignoring the cold lunch next to him, and doing something unusual for a frugal warrior from an ascetic caste society.
He is writing on paper. Copious amounts of paper. Some sheets are discarded at his feet, some are set to the side, and all are covered with splotches of ink.
A close examination will reveal them to be...verse poetry?
[4]
Matthew has posted a request on the Chalice Net for all Clan warriors onboard to assemble in Hanger 3 to "Fulfill the debt of honor we owe to the memory of great warriors."
For those of you who show up, Clan or otherwise, there is a gaggle of Clan Wolf/Ex-Jade Falcon warriors and tech caste members about, wondering why the heck they were gathered here. There is no sign of Matthew about.
The events of the past few days– the battle against the final onslaught of the Invaders, the climactic struggle of the Getter Team at Saturn, and the place they departed to– have frankly been epic.
They have also made quite the impression on a certain ex-Jade Falcon, who had not dared to think that such heroism could be possible.
As the White Chalice journeys back to Earth, he can be seen at various places–in his (Tin-foiled) Nova's cockpit on the outer hull, in a vacuum suit by one of the large airlocks, at the observation deck– just staring up at the endless sea of stars as a child would.
http://blogs.voanews.com/science-world/files/2013/01/Under_the_Milky_Way.jpg
Talk to him? Snap him out of it? Play a prank on him?
[2]
Matthew is wandering about the Chalice, looking for the pilots who fought at Saturn, tablet and light pen in hand.
And the most determined of expressions on his face.
[3]
Matthew is sitting by a table in one of the portside lounges, ignoring the cold lunch next to him, and doing something unusual for a frugal warrior from an ascetic caste society.
He is writing on paper. Copious amounts of paper. Some sheets are discarded at his feet, some are set to the side, and all are covered with splotches of ink.
A close examination will reveal them to be...verse poetry?
[4]
Matthew has posted a request on the Chalice Net for all Clan warriors onboard to assemble in Hanger 3 to "Fulfill the debt of honor we owe to the memory of great warriors."
For those of you who show up, Clan or otherwise, there is a gaggle of Clan Wolf/Ex-Jade Falcon warriors and tech caste members about, wondering why the heck they were gathered here. There is no sign of Matthew about.
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He picks up a piece of paper and stares at it.
"Yet each Clan has it's own version of the Remembrance, with it's own insights and personal heroes. And if Clan Gurren Brigade is to thrive, We must have our own legends to look up to."
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Matthew touches a finger to his lips in thought.
"I had meant merely to record the exploits of the Getter Team Sortie. But you are correct, there are many great warriors on this ship. Simon the Digger, the Invincble Kamina, Technician Ericks and Mechwarrior Caine, Mechwarrior Radcliffe..."
He's giving you a look now.
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How is your progress?
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He thrusts some sheets at you.
"This is what I have so far! Most stirring, quaiff?"
[Matthew's first draft]: http://gurrenbrigbonded.dreamwidth.org/2056.html
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Matthew is not sure of what to make of this idea.
"I was imagining it being more so chanted, but–"
Matthew rubs the side of his neck in thought.
"Do you know anyone on this ship skilled in music?"
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Well, there's that blind DJ...
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What manner of person is that?"
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I'm not entirely sure if his kind of music would be fitting for heroic poems, though.
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