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Post by ash on May 15, 2016 20:08:34 GMT
Roan had been given water and bread. He was impressed by the skaikrus thinking. They had rightfully assessed that he needed a bit of sustenance especially after an injury. With them going on to do something that sounded like a horrible threat. Well it might serve him. And in many cases it sounded out of this world, but wanheda usually was not unintelligent. So he went with it. He'd go for the plan.
Roan wasn't sure where the big issues orriginally stemmed from, but he didn't care. If they served him, he'd be okay with serving them. If it brought something good to those he was loyal to, his people, then he'd work with them. And as long as they were not the enemy, he would not openly be one for them. Neutral ground surely could be achieved. But that was very far in the future.
He waited. They had trusted him to go along, but not with the information of where his gear and weapons were. They probably wanted to observe him in order to make sure he wouldn't bolt. He couldn't blame them in the slightest, if he was honest.
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Post by blake on Aug 8, 2016 18:21:15 GMT
Octavia Blake
I don't want to survive. I want to live.
Octavia's word was full of anger, and bitterness. She only just had the rage in her bottled up. It felt like any moment the lid could come off and she'd say or do something with it. At least Pike was dead, or he better be. He had been taken tot he Commander and they'd give him an painful death. It didn't feel like enough, but right now she couldn't think about the man who killed Lincoln. She had to think about saving everyone. Then she knew she needed to leave. The memories were too strong here. They hurt too much. But it was hrd to think of leaving her brother. She wasn't sure she could do it.
Walking tot he airlock, she opened it and carried in Roan's coat and personal things that they had taken from him. Not including weapons. "We are going to leave soon." She got to the point and told him, "You need to get ready." She didn't have anything personally against the ice nation, other then what Lincoln had told her. She'd only run against them a few times, but right now it wasn't about this nation or that one. It was about breaking everyone out of A.L.I.E.'s control. "We will take the rover and can be there by tomorrow." End this quickly.
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Post by ash on Feb 16, 2017 16:52:03 GMT
“Beja.” Roan said. He took his coat from her but hesitated. She was a mystery to him. She had always been a mystery to him, the stories he heard. But in person, well the stories were exceeding who she was. She was actually rather tiny. He expected someone taller. But that was a mistake he had made before. She was taller on the inside. But also tortured. She lost people. She lost someone. He didn’t know who. As he shrugged on his coat, she explained the plan. She was fighting for someone. Determination like he heard in her voice didn’t come from thing air.
“Who are you fighting for?” He asked her as he got ready to join her and the others in their plan. It was a disgrace that he had been locked up, but after everything, he understood. It was for their security. It was to ensure he was no threat. While he knew he had no intention of killing, they could not be sure. “You have intention that only comes with… someone you fight for. Are they still alive?” Or were they gone? He wondered. But did it really matter. It was her story. It was not something he wanted to intrude in. He was just curious.
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