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[b]The Necron soldier sighs and backs away as Vaaxius sighs and walks away, heading to a secluded area to plan out their next search.[/b]
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She had to hide, a necron among humans was no good thing. After her discussion with the soldier, he was brought offline mysteriously. All that she recieved was a strange beacon that indicated specific coordinates within the Quarters.
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The answer came. Smashing through the ceiling. The impact caused a massive cloud of dust, through which Vaaxius could see streaks of red gauss energy. As the dust settled, the massive battlesuit was staring Vaaxius down. It wasn't moving like a machine. No. It moved like a living being. [i][u]"Vaaxius. Long time no see."[/u][/i]
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"Free will?... What do you call everything we did together? That was free will! We enjoyed killing those disgusting inferiors! I spent years looking for you and now you're telling me you threw it away for 'Free will'?!"
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[i][u]"You always were close minded. You have no free will. You have no power. No matter how firmly you believe you do, it is a lie. You are a slave of the laughing C'tan. Every Necron is. Ever since they first rebelled, they were put under control. You are not free, Vaaxius. A man chooses, A slave obeys. And that is what you have been doing for years now. Obeying orders mindlessly."[/u][/i]
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[i][u]"Care about you? When is the last time you have felt happiness? You never have. You purge all living things out of hatred. Your gods despise you, to fuel your own hate. You may not see it, but your soul does. You are a prisoner of your own body and indoctrinated mind. I have lost your right to choose."[/u][/i]
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[spoiler]hue.[/spoiler] The green gauss energy clashes against the floating red gauss from his body, extending to form a shield. It makes the axe and Vaaxius bounce back. [i][u]"Look at yourself... you won't even listen to reason. You have lost everything, yet you still fight for those who took everything from you. They robbed you of your life. They made you into a walking horror. And yet you praise them with hatred. Can you not see that these are the makings of a slave?"[/u][/i] He stood there, calm and rational.
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Every attack was futile. They all ended in the same result, with her being thrown back. [i][u]"Do you not hear yourself? The mindless Zeal? The refusal to question yourself? Those are behaviors of a slave. Chaos fiends say the same. People who have free will owe it to themselves to put their beliefs into question. To challenge their own allegiances, to test the strength of their faith. In that aspect, much of the Imperium is similar. Slaves to their belief of what their old emperor desired. Even the Tau are similar. A naive urge to follow the Greater Good. None of them have free will. They are all slaves to their gods, their faith, their values. It is right to have those three. But it is wrong to blind yourself to their injustice. The C'tan used the Necrontyr to satisfy their needs. The Necrontyr were robbed of choice. They were forced into becoming deathless machines. That is why you are all fueled with rage. The Necron have suffered lifetimes of hatred towards their masters. Towards their inability to rebel."[/u][/i]
