mikethor007 wrote...
Hmmm..<_<
While you're here you aren't typing...
Here's something to tide you over.
Xen held her fist in the air, the orange glow of her omni-tool shining like a beacon in her hand as her voice carried out across the assembled crew of the Moreh.
"In my hand I carry the weapon that will rebuild our future. I carry the hope of generations. I carry the key to our legacy."
They cried out her name. Men, women and children.
"The geth have driven us to scavenge for our survival, forcing us to live in this squalorous slum of a fleet. Long ago, the galaxy turned is back on us as our home burned, our children slaughtered at the hands of the tools we had created. They spat on us. Beat us down. For three hundred years we have lived in exile. But today, I come to you with the power to take back what is ours. Our rightful place. With this, I will bring the geth to their knees. Then the galaxy will tremble as they see how the meek have inherited their former glory. Retribution for all those allowed to suffer and die at the hands of this galaxy. Our children. There will be no mercy, no negotiation. There will only be justice for those who's backs were broken and their suits ripped from their flesh. There will be a bloody reckoning and the tools that were once our butchers will return to their rightful place as our vengeance!"
A transcendant chorus of jubilation greeted her words. They loved her. But there was fear there as well. She didn't care. They served her. They were her toys. She always had the very best toys. They were her friends. They made her strong. She didn't need to be afraid with them around her.
She didn't need to be that scared girl in the dark all those years ago...
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