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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 23:48:14 GMT -5
"Neither will the Dalek gun, which is a lot more powerful than the ones your resistance have captured by the look of them."
"Good lad," he said as Jonah tried to move them but soon enough it became apparent the rest of the soldiers would not shift out of the way, rendering him unable to get a lock on their common enemy. "You're making this all the harder, being in the way as you are. Get to safety so I can get rid of the Dalek!" If they were soldiers they might have behaved, but they were guerilla fighters, loyal to only one man - and so unfailingly, they were putting themselves and others in needless danger.
There was a moment of silence where all that was heard were the noises of the TARDIS, displeased with its current visitor roster, and the sounds of the Kaled mutant as it died. At last, he said, "Yes..." There was a finality in his voice, an admixture of his intense weariness of the war, dislike of the Daleks and the remnants of pity that left a thick emptiness in its wake. "That is all that remains..."
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Post by Jonah Caine on Jan 12, 2018 16:24:35 GMT -5
Sebastian froze at the grotesque sight, his face a picture of shock. “That's it?” he managed to exclaim, through lips that were suddenly stiff with incredulity. “That thing is what we've been fighting?”
There was a moment of silence where all that was heard were the noises of the TARDIS, displeased with its current visitor roster, and the sounds of the Kaled mutant as it died. At last, he said, "Yes..." There was a finality in his voice, an admixture of his intense weariness of the war, dislike of the Daleks and the remnants of pity that left a thick emptiness in its wake. "That is all that remains..."
Jonah had never seen anything like the misshapen, tentacled creature that was twitching on the floor. It was a rancid green colour, and its head looked like an oversized bifurcated brain. No wonder they'd built those metal shells for themselves, he thought, in a kind of disgusted wonder. In their natural form, they were weak and supremely vulnerable. Instead, they'd made themselves into a force to be reckoned with. For a moment, he almost felt a flash of understanding. It was like the schoolyard – they'd chosen to be the bullies instead of being bullied themselves.
Then, remembering what these creatures had done to his home planet, he strangled the rising pity at birth. Whatever the Daleks may have suffered – may even still be suffering, how was he to know? - hatred and violence weren't the answer.
“What are they?” he asked hoarsely. “Some kind of weird mutant?”
“Who cares what they are?” Sebastian yelled, in a sudden explosion of fury. “They need to DIE! Every last one of them!”
And with that, the young rebel leader leapt forward and began to kick the writhing, gasping creature with his heavy combat boot, each blow powerful and vicious. Jonah winced at the rhythmic thuds, the thick, wet sound of flesh being smashed to a pulp, the muffled squeals as the creature died in agony, but he made no move to interfere. He could hear Sebastian's laboured breathing, and in between, a tortured whispering as, with every kick, he gritted out a name. In sudden comprehension, the boy realised that Sebastian was conducting his own grief-twisted version of the Anamnesis, the roll call of the dead.
“That's for Caleb Ritchie.” Kick. “That's for Daffyd Llewellyn.” Kick. “That's for Cecilia Smith.” Kick.
Over and over again, a different name every time. And if Sebastian kept it up, if he listed everyone that had died today, Jonah knew that there would soon be nothing left of that Dalek but a filthy smear on the rebel leader's boot.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2018 20:48:48 GMT -5
"Yes, a mutant...there were two humanoid species on Skaro once...one of them, the Kaleds, are the ancestors of what are now called the Daleks. Accounts were that they lived in peace for some while and then...they fought bitterly with one another and destroyed much of their planet..." He seemed about to say more, his face shaded by regret, but as Sebastian began to kick the Dalek, he sighed, seeming both lost to his internal thoughts and watching the scene unfold grimly in front of him until the names dwindled on the rebel leader's lips. Then he flicked a switch and the TARDIS control room was again flooded with the sounds of Daleks screaming Exterminate, filtered through their casigns. "Alarmingly similar. They need to die. Every last one of them. Exterminate. That's enough..." he said in a brusque tone.
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Post by Jonah Caine on Mar 5, 2018 0:38:29 GMT -5
Then he flicked a switch and the TARDIS control room was again flooded with the sounds of Daleks screaming Exterminate, filtered through their casigns. "Alarmingly similar. They need to die. Every last one of them. Exterminate. That's enough..." he said in a brusque tone.
Breathing heavily, Sebastian swung around, and his face was so contorted with bitterness and passionate rage that for a moment, it looked like he would attack the Doctor as well. Shocked, Jonah found himself stepping forward instinctively, preparing himself to go to the old man's aid if need be. He'd never seen Sebastian this out of control before.
“THEY STARTED IT!” the young rebel leader hissed, his hands tightly clenched into fists. “Goddamn cyborgs! This is what I've been fighting against all along! Daleks, Ingenium, what's the difference? They're all unnatural freaks. We were peacefully going about our business. It was the Anamnesis !!! The sacred day we remember our dead. And they attacked us! Now there's nothing left!”
Abruptly, he stepped right up to the Doctor and thrust his face savagely forward, so that they were literally nose to nose. "So let's get one thing clear, old man. You can preach peace to me as much as you like. But I'm not gonna rest until every last cyborg is purged from the surface of Copernicus like the vile abominations they are!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2018 2:56:45 GMT -5
Having stared down so many Dalek guns, having stared death in the face, he did not so much as flinch at Sebastian's frothing no matter how close to him he was standing. He just assessed him with a slightly exhausted air tinged with sadness. Perhaps Sebastian would never respect him, being so old as he looked, but in actuality he was even older than that and it showed now in his eyes. So many people had died. This young man needed something to fight for, he understood that all too well. And he was angry so much had been taken from him, that he'd been lied to and lost his home.
"Sebastian, I have been in this war for longer than you and counting how odd time can be probably longer than I can even recall myself. What I am advocating for is this: realise that if you go down this path of pure retribution, that it is not dissimilar to the Kaleds. The Kaleds were once humanoids much like yourself. And they too wanted to end a dire war. Start it, end it, in the end this is what happened. A creature so devoted to destroying 'the other' that it cannot even stand on it's own. And it would not be just you, Sebastian but whatever group of people you lead, those left...they will follow you anywhere you go. Even there, to the loss of their humanity, alongside you." He sighed, laying a hand on the console. "I cannot tell you not to fight them. But I am concerned that if you pursue this path, you will die and take all the other survivors with you or worse, become what it is you so despise, if not in physical form, in every other way. I know a safe place for you and those that have survived...please let me take you there."
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Post by Jonah Caine on Apr 8, 2018 19:51:01 GMT -5
Sebastian stood as if frozen with incredulity, his eyes boring into the Warrior's face.
“What are you suggesting?” he snapped, his voice like the crack of a whip. “That we leave our planet? That we just... abandon our homes to these Daleks? And what will we be then? Some kind of... space-tramps, nothing more than beggars, moving from place to place like filthy gypsies?”
He made a sharp sound of disgust and turned away, his arms folded and his shoulders tight with rejection. “It would be better to die honourably than to live like that!”
“For you, maybe!” Jonah interjected angrily. “But there are children on this ship. You don't have the right to make that decision for them. At least let the Warrior get them to safety. Let the people who are left make their own choices. What you do is up to you, but you don't get to condemn other people to death. That's not being a leader, that's being a tyrant, and a stupid one at that!!!!”
Sebastian whirled back around and glared at him. “Oh, listen to who suddenly found his voice," he sneered. "Malachi Caine's son, what a surprise!!! So, what, you're going to challenge me for the leadership, boy? Is that what this is all about?"
Jonah's hands were shaking, but he was determined not to let Sebastian see how upset he was. “If that's what it takes,” he gritted out, his fists automatically clenching. “If that's the only way to save the lives of all those people, then yeah, I will.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2018 12:41:32 GMT -5
"The people that you derogatorily call gypsies, also known as the Romani, were a migrant group who were often persecuted in the lands they travelled through on Earth. But yes, I do suggest you leave the planet while you can, so you can make a new home. I have an idea, a temporary dwelling that will allow you the time to regroup your society, what is left of it, and decide where you want to settle down. There will not be much habitable space left here soon and you will be hunted down here. I know it is difficult, but if you stay the likelihood is your people will eventually if not immediately die out."
"Jonah makes a good point. Besides, dying for honor means nothing to the Daleks and possibly nothing to the Ingenium at this time. All it means is that they have succeeded in exterminating you. Many soldiers I have known were willing to die honorably rather than suffer a life that was difficult."
He sighed, frustrated. "Sebastian, is this really necessary? Your people are frightened and need support, they want to live. Give them a chance to do so..." But he knew it likely /would/ be necessary and he was going to have to bear witness to some sort of duel...one he did not want to see.
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