[u][i]The Calypse, Far Space[/i][/u]
[b]After having watched the Battle of Crux, and the trump card Jaeger had used, August closed the Holo-Screens, and leaned back in his chair[/b]
Why can't the Galaxy ever remain at peace? I feel like it's our fault. Those decades of tear assing about kinda left it's mark.
[b]He looked back at the others who were assembled behind[/b]
So, what do you guys think?
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[i]Python receives a transmission from a familiar person.[/i] HEEEEEY PYYYYYTHOOOON! I need some help, fam. Like, really need some help. I kinda pissed off both sides in this and may or may not be wanted.... I've got someone with me but he's chill.
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Python stands there, both his turrets missing. His chest seemed to bulge out more, he seem to stand with more pride. Though he had done a horrible, unspeakable thing on Archon, he seemed proud. Distinct. Honorable.
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Your always too rash... How long have we been dead? [b]He shakes his head[/b] Decades, maybe centuries, by my estimates. Long enough for the Galaxy to have forgotten what you looked like originally, and not in your Dread Modified Form. We can't just go randomly attacking during this war.
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"We're Genesis, Phantom. These little punks don't know how to fight. I let them have my guns to show how effective I am without them." He chuckles a bit more. "As for how long we've been dead, I haven't got the slightest clue, but most people still think we're dead."
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And it should remain that way, until we decide what to do. We died to give them a chance to move on, and gain a future not shadowed by the Empire. And it looks as though they're succeeding. [b]He looks at his palm[/b] When we were brought back... It's in our original bodies... the ones we had when we still were a team on the Exalin. That means were at our peak. So we have to be careful in how we interact.
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"That's a valid point, but we have the muscle and brains to end this war fast, very fast. Why don't we just end it? Like you said, we're in our peaks, our primes, we can still change and still destroy anyone." He brought his arms up from his sides, crossing them at his chest.
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A bit too fast... [b]he felt rubbing against his face[/b] ...letting them kill each other is one option or we bust down the doors last minute and make a dramatic entry and we'd get ourselves another glorious story