Jack gave the Decepticon a cool look.
"Many of us have always been ready, but we have lacked direction, time, and opportunity. We still lack the first, have no idea how much of the second we have, and the third we do not know if we have or not. Given all of that, where would you suggest we begin?"
He looked back to the Doctor.
"I entirely agree, merely that it should be avoided when possible. In this instance, it was not possible. That is not a failing on anyone's part. And when there is no other option, when it is righteous...that is when the way of the sword is both terrifying and beautiful. When it does what it was meant to do, protect the innocent and punish the guilty."
edited 12th May '11 9:30:19 PM by RedCedar
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao TzuLink looked at the massive robot.
His personality seems much like Icarax's.... I suppose they would get along very well with each other, he thought wryly.
He spoke.
"Indeed, time is precious, and the fact that we have absolutely no idea of how much we have left just complicates things. But information is the heart of any battle. We are going to fight the Nomads."
"How much do we know about them already?"
edited 12th May '11 9:29:47 PM by troydenite
Back at the table, Icarax began to wake up.
while his systems were shut he had let his consciousness wonder through the life that he had lived when he was still in the matoran universe.
War, slaughter and death filled many of his years; there had been the rebellion of the Makuta and the overthrowing of Mata-nui.
His optics refocused as he realised that the room was silent.
The transmetal panther's lips peeled back in a grin. "While your assessment is reasonable given your knowledge fo the situation, samurai, it is incorrect; thanks to my little experience within the walls, we now have all three."
Ravage pointed towards the doors of the Tardis, in the direction of the Common Room proper. "In a matter of minutes, a new challenge will commence; therein we shall find it, the key to our escape and retribution. I will say no more on the matter now, for these walls have optics and auditory receptors; Primus alone knows precisely who could be listening in."
Even as he said these words, a hint of amusement and contempt crept into his words, and the last sentence was said with a cruel smirk in place of a smile.
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"Then when the time comes, if you will point out this key to us, we will do our best to make use of it. Until then, it seems wisest to do as we have been doing, to prepare ourselves. But I too would appreciate more information."
edited 12th May '11 9:42:00 PM by RedCedar
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao TzuStill smirking, the Predacon reached up with one clawed finger to tap at one of his twitching, feline ears. "Optics and audio receptors, Doctor; once we are away, and safely out of their scrutiny, then perhaps I will reveal the source of my knowledge."
edited 12th May '11 9:43:20 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex"I don't think the Nomads are done."
He sighs. "I can't get a coherent, chronological or even accurate idea of how to explain the Time War. So let's just say this."
He tries to put on a dramatic voice. "All of creation at stake, Gallifrey nearly destroyed, a Physical God returning in the final years, and as Time went on the Daleks were winning. If we lost... the Daleks would exterminate all forms of life. Some even before their creation."
Tears fill his eyes again. "We had one last weapon. A weapon that would destory Gallifrey, the Time Lords and their enemies. We never wanted to use it. But the Daleks and many other factions were closing in... I did what I had to. I destroyed them all."
He sounds bitter as he speaks. "Or so I thought. Already I've already met two splinter groups of Daleks who have survived the Time War. Knowing my luck... there's more. They aren't pepper pots. They're... COCKROACHES. I just wish for them to end!"
He starts crying. "Was it all for nothing? I killed my race, my family and many others to end the Daleks... but they just. Keep. Returning."
edited 12th May '11 9:49:33 PM by Fusionman
Jack was quiet for a long moment as he contemplated the implications of what the Doctor had put in so few words.
"If what you say is true, if there was no other option...then you did the only thing you could have done. The battle against evil is eternal and it consumes everything you have to give the longer you fight. You have been fighting much longer than me. There is nothing I can say that will make it better, though. Even now, though, you are not alone in your struggle. You have found powerful allies to aid you. And there is still a universe to help you, much of which exists because of what you did. It is no consolation, but it does mean things are not hopeless."
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu"Then do not give them the satisfaction of forgetting who you are. Hatred can destroy a man as easily as any sword. I say this from personal experience."
He did not venture to say any more, not wanting to provoke the Doctor unduly.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu

"You say that as though I should be impressed, Doctor. Frankly, however, I am not; your accomplishments are nothing new to me, and your failings...well, I would think they speak for themselves, really."
The Predacon stepped away from the wall he had been leaning against and crossed his arms. "Now then, are we done comparing notes on our 'tragic' backstories, or are we actually ready to stop lazing about like a batch of over-energized protoforms and get back to the task at hand—namely, making our captors pay by wringing every last drop of vital fluid from their 'divine' routers?"
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