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[i]"Make it quick. We have little time. We depart tomorrow, early hours."[/i]
She looked past him, at a comissar that was already scrambling.
[i]"And tell the men to practice their aim with a plasma gun! I don't want any crossfire in the line of duty!"[/i]
She looked back at him, her helmet still hiding her face.
[i]"I'm listening."[/i]
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He stands, watching the troops form up. He sighs. "Am I even helping anymore..." He questions himself as he sits down. It seemed like all he did was get in the way... Like all he did was cause trouble.. That got people hurt.
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[spoiler]What he's just thinking... He's cooped up, the mind wanders[/spoiler] Monica sat across the room, dozing off. Under her eyelids, her eyes fluttered. Slowly be breathing began picking up. She began making troubling noises, whimpering... She must be having a nightmare.
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There was a very disturbing image... Rykers house destroyed, not disturbing to him but... To Monica it was. In the center was Ryker, on his knees. Blood dripped from his face, he looked up, standing with effort. "You won't kill me.." The person he spoke to appeared. Garret. "No... I'll do something much worse." He then knocks Ryker out easily as he had no strength left, and then dragged him away, the vision faded. The next one... There was nothing. It was just black. There were whisperings... A hushed voice... A language he couldn't understand.. But bits were in English. He heard some words, but they didn't make cohesive sentences. They seemed to disturb her.... Very much so. She tightened her grip on the arm rest. "No... No... No no." She mumbles, her head turning.
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The dream grew dark... And cold. Suddenly a massive snowstorm began blowing. Monica began shivering. "Please Tulleesh..." A voice spoke. "Who is this...?" Large footsteps could be heard. Through the snow there was a large form, a human like shape, approaching. "It appears... We have an intruder..." The voice was heavy, dark, metallic. Harbinger. He came into sight, at least twice as tall as them both. "Is this... The special man of your thoughts...? Tulleesh?" He says with a grim smile.
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"Of course you have. Poor Monica here... I'm all she can think about." Suddenly he's behind her, she couldn't move, she was terrified. A long, sharp claw traces her cheek. "You see... Monica here has some... Extraordinary powers... Powers that could pose a threat to me.."
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"Not the only thing." Monica suddenly disappeared, removed from the dream by an unknown force. "I have heard of you. Of your crushing defeat. Of your lamentable downfall." Tulleesh's power was strange to Harbinger... if he tried to bend the dreamscape around this strange figure, he found himself unable to. As if his power was being sucked out from him whenever he tried. The violet mist grew brighter in light. "Have you ever heard of Mantorok? The Unseen Warden? Keeper of the Three?"
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"Your fairy tale legends do not interest me. I only fell do to the ring... You could not kill me if you tried now." He was not agitated. He was not angry. "You are trying to make me blind with anger... But it will not come."
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"Ah, yes, the fabled ring... mighty Harbinger defeated by a mere accessory." He chuckles. "You are nothing. You think yourself all powerful... yet you aren't even capable of killing a simple man." He laughs. "Oh, you are indeed a strange being... let me regale you with the knowledge of who is Mantorok. An ageless being, yes, who exited before time itself. A real god, unlike you. You see, Mantorok exists solely to protect the universe from the three most powerful, most destructive forces in the universe, across all parallels. Those beings are Ulyaoth, Chattur'gha and Xel'lotath. The sorcerer, the warrior and the scholar, respectively. Those three beings are locked in such a deep hatred for one another that they constantly wage war in an unseen universe. They have no physical shape. But Mantorok does... in his own dimension, between universes."
