Yeah, that was one of those scenes that sort of wrote itself. I didn't have to reach for the next bit of it, or think 'what would Cinque/Sein do next?'; it just flowed. By the end, I was sort of surprised at the result- I'd not anticipated Sein planning that far ahead.
It's informed some of her later scenes, to a degree.
CD? Heh. Heh heh. Hahaha. Haha? HA!(I have something planned. It's cruel, and it does involve drama, but I don't think you'll be displeased.)
Rob, BA: What?No, seriously. What?I mean, I get the dream being a problem, but what would Sein do?
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Nice place they've got here. Blue skies, lots of trees, comfy weather- the works. You know, I'm not saying I want to build a summer home here... eh, who am I kidding? I'd live here.
Pity about what I have to do.
I carefully laid down on the rocky cliffs, crawling arm-over-arm towards the edge. Right before I got there, I carefully folded my hat back, making sure the point of it wouldn't stick back up at the wrong moment, before poking my head out for a look.
There's the house. Nice place, if you discount the slime occupying it.
Six heat sources inside the building, all in the same room. Those must be the negotiators. Twelve humanoid signatures outside, but only seven trucks. Truck designs suggest three belong to the Beni-ya (I snickered, again, at the name- who would've expected punny mobsters?) group, and the other four are Syndicate. Trucks arrayed around house, creating both effective perimeter, and two combat formations- looks like neither side trusts the other all that much.
Nobody's patrolling. Half of them are dead complacent- and the other half are more focused on the other guys than looking for an outside attacker. I can work with this. Heck, this should be easy. Crawling back from the edge a bit, I carefully stood back up... and turned my attention to the wall of water at my end of the valley, and the shimmer of magitech that held it back.
...
I shook my head. Nah. Too easy. There's got to be a better way.
"Nothing?! What do you mean, there's nothing you can do?"
Uno's image sighed in front of me. "I mean precisely what I said, Imma. If the negotiators are allowed to live, an arrangement will be made between the Beni-ya and the Syndicate. If that were to happen-"
I reached up to my forehead, massaging my now-aching temples with my fingers. "...I know. Syndicate forces will be freed up for seek-and-destroy missions against us, complicating our operations."
Uno snorted. "If you mean that both Syndicate and Guild forces will be released for joint operations against you, your sisters, and our compound itself... then yes. You are correct."
Worse than I thought, then.
"That is why the negotiations have to be stopped. We can defeat the Syndicate on its own, but they cannot be allowed to gain allies. It is imperative that this does not happen!"
I opened my mouth to respond, only to stop mid-motion. Wait. I could simply demolish the entire compound in one shot. That's the most logical reason for sending me out, after all... but it doesn't make sense. They'd be able to prove that the place was blown up, probably by an outside force, and maybe by me. I'd just drive them closer together... unless..."...you didn't send me out here to level the place. You want the war to continue- and for that, you want both sides at each others' throats... which means you wanted me to try and come up with a third option. You were counting on it."
Uno said nothing.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
It's informed some of her later scenes, to a degree.
CD? Heh. Heh heh. Hahaha. Haha? HA!(I have something planned. It's cruel, and it does involve drama, but I don't think you'll be displeased.)
Rob, BA: What?No, seriously. What?I mean, I get the dream being a problem, but what would Sein do?
**********
Nice place they've got here. Blue skies, lots of trees, comfy weather- the works. You know, I'm not saying I want to build a summer home here... eh, who am I kidding? I'd live here.
Pity about what I have to do.
I carefully laid down on the rocky cliffs, crawling arm-over-arm towards the edge. Right before I got there, I carefully folded my hat back, making sure the point of it wouldn't stick back up at the wrong moment, before poking my head out for a look.
There's the house. Nice place, if you discount the slime occupying it.
Six heat sources inside the building, all in the same room. Those must be the negotiators. Twelve humanoid signatures outside, but only seven trucks. Truck designs suggest three belong to the Beni-ya (I snickered, again, at the name- who would've expected punny mobsters?) group, and the other four are Syndicate. Trucks arrayed around house, creating both effective perimeter, and two combat formations- looks like neither side trusts the other all that much.
Nobody's patrolling. Half of them are dead complacent- and the other half are more focused on the other guys than looking for an outside attacker. I can work with this. Heck, this should be easy. Crawling back from the edge a bit, I carefully stood back up... and turned my attention to the wall of water at my end of the valley, and the shimmer of magitech that held it back.
...
I shook my head. Nah. Too easy. There's got to be a better way.
"Nothing?! What do you mean, there's nothing you can do?"
Uno's image sighed in front of me. "I mean precisely what I said, Imma. If the negotiators are allowed to live, an arrangement will be made between the Beni-ya and the Syndicate. If that were to happen-"
I reached up to my forehead, massaging my now-aching temples with my fingers. "...I know. Syndicate forces will be freed up for seek-and-destroy missions against us, complicating our operations."
Uno snorted. "If you mean that both Syndicate and Guild forces will be released for joint operations against you, your sisters, and our compound itself... then yes. You are correct."
Worse than I thought, then.
"That is why the negotiations have to be stopped. We can defeat the Syndicate on its own, but they cannot be allowed to gain allies. It is imperative that this does not happen!"
I opened my mouth to respond, only to stop mid-motion. Wait. I could simply demolish the entire compound in one shot. That's the most logical reason for sending me out, after all... but it doesn't make sense. They'd be able to prove that the place was blown up, probably by an outside force, and maybe by me. I'd just drive them closer together... unless..."...you didn't send me out here to level the place. You want the war to continue- and for that, you want both sides at each others' throats... which means you wanted me to try and come up with a third option. You were counting on it."
Uno said nothing.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.