INTRODUCTION
I really didn't want to write a part three to the Mobius sequence, but then again I dind't want to write a part two. When I wrote Sonic: Ressurection it was for fun, but when I read it over after I was done, I realized I had something, something worth continueing. I'm a profetonal writer, and hope one day to make a career from my writing, purhaps this is simply a first step.
Unlike the previos instalments in this sereies, I will be chaptering this. The chapters will be released as I finsih them, since this will me much longer than either of the other stories. At this point I'm in uncharted territory, I've left almost all reference to Sonic behind, and I'm in a brand new continuity. I apreciate all those dedicated enoug to follow the series to this point, I assure you there is a reward for finsihing the series. People have told me my Mobius sequence is one fo the best ever, However, I'll leave that judgement to you.
Wihtout further Adue, I present: Burning Mobius.
For a large part of my life, I have been unable to sepak, and unanable to see. I've lived in a cold, dark world that I feel cut off from. It's a horrible, claustrophic feeling not bineg able to communicate, one that I've spent long comeing to terms with. However, I have come to terms. I never leanred hand-speech, or sighn language, but I depend on my actions alonge to communicate with the world. I have leanred threough my blind, mute life what few will lean with all their sencecs: What you say should never replace what you do. To love, to forgive, without the actions that co-incide with these things, simply to say "I love you" Or "I forgive you" means nothing. For these reasons I feel blessed, even through a curse. Your voice, therefore is the worse way to achive a goal. For this reason, I give no flowery words to how I felt about Saint Amy, I simply choose to honer her memory by living as she wished I would live. And I emplore you all to do the same.
-St. Mina the Brave
"The Written Elegy of a saint"
St. Amy was dead, the the church was in chaos. It took Itlaia Tamin almost a month to figure out why the Fellowship was shutting down their temples, and she only found out by breaking code and visiting one of the temples herself. Italia strode along the frontline of the massive army, the Auroium Paladins, armed with swords, spears, long pikes, some of the weapons looking as if they were fationed the day befroe, as if this army was not prepared for battle completely. The light of the new day glimmered of their silvery armor, their eyes stareing from behind their wire mesh facemasks, drinking deep in Italia's rare bauty. She allowed them the veiw, they were Male paladins, who didn't often see a female, especialy a panda. She tossed her long white hair as she reutnrned their stare, not used to the sight of men of war. Italia was a student of St. Amy and St. Mina, learning the way of the Maker. . .how to harness her gifts. Italia was a decendant of the Tamin, a noble house minor who was the emporers of Mobius at one time, almost two thousand years ago. Italia long ago rejected her noble name, refuseing her family fortune and noble position. Italia was young when she lost Amy, in her late twentys now she was one of the few leaders the Church had. Italia's rare and pristine beauty seemed horribly out of place here in the wasteland of the great unknown. The hem of her snow white gown was stained from the dust kicked up by the bustleing army. She spotted many wepons of war, Massive balista and catpults ready to hurl stones and flame pots at a yet unseen enemy. She only saw a few of the most effecive Paldin wepaons, the flame lances. The flame lances looked like long tube visibly, but were capable of throwing puir liquid fire over almost a half a mile, incinrateing anyhitng it touched in a matter of seconds. Italia knew this army was thrown together suddenly, the capapults and balistas were shabby, built in a hurry, the men were poorly amred, and there was no calvary units or Dragonfolk. Italia reached the commander of the army, a general surounded by thirteen musketeers. . .personal gaurds. Their muskets looked almost like the only long-range weapons the Paladins had, aside from the artilery. The old Paladin general bowed on a knee as Italia aproached.
"Rise paladin General," Italia's tiny voice siad. "Your respect is unesisary, your probably have sandals older than I."
The general smiled. "I bow because I admire you sister," He said. "You have been a inspiration of mine since you made your Quin'tagune adress,"
He spoke of the sermon Italia preched to an army of missionarys going to build churches in Lower Mobius. She never thought she did all that well, but accepted alcaim as confirmation of the Maker's favor.
"I am pleased to hear this," Italia said. "What is your name, Paladin General?"
"I am called Senuk of the Nineth Aurorium Legions." He said.
"General Senuk, I was unaware of a threat." Italia stated. "For what reeason do you gather this army?"
"We are meeting an army of the House D'coolette," The General said. "We know they will not fight. They will see our numbers and weapons and negotiate a surender."
"Why Have I not been infomred?" Talai said. "Any expendature of troops or ammo is the juristction of my office,"
The Genral laguhed lightly to himself, his stout Bear's muzzle curling into a grin, "My dear, there will be no expendature, as I said, the D'coolettes are diplomats, they prefer to fight with their tounges, this will be a negotiation for their obdience to the royal family, not a battle."
"I hope so Genral," Italia said, surpressing a splinted of agitation, "For the sake of your rank."
The old paladin took it in stride, "young lady. . ."
"You will adres a sister of the Thorns corectly!" Italia shouted with sudden defiance for the undignified nature of the General. "Remember first you are a servent of the Maker, and the rules and protoccal of the church were layed down by her! They will be obseved!"
Senuk gave the sister an open mouthed stare. Italia was used to his type. The old genral was used to airheaded young sisters tottleing around, ones that would take his disrepect and not stand on the Maker's word. Italia was no type for that.
"I apoligize," He said, "Forgive me,"
Italia squared her shoulders, "I do forgive you general," She said. "But see that not one of the Maker's paladans so much as take two steps wihout my knowing aobut it."
"I will sister," Senuk said with a bow.
The coversation was cut short as a shadow crawled over the ranks of the troops, Itala looked up to see a Paladin Dragon slowly cirlceing above them. The Dragon swooped low planting his feet in the ground in an unsteady landing.
"Tansit," The Genral said. "Give me your report on the enemy friend, How many troops have the house D'coolette sent to surender to us this time?"
The Dragon was silent, his booming voice echoed grimly. "No D'coolete legions, men in black robes,"
"Robes?" Senuk asked. To himself, "How many of these men are there?"
"Seventeen lines of infantry." The Dragon said. "No artilery, muskets or archers."
"How many is seventeen lines?" Italia asked.
The Genral sighed. "Almost ten thousand men."
"How many do we have?"
Senuk paused, shook his head. "A little over three thousand." He said. "Any Idea who these troops might be?" Senuk asked the dragon. "Could another great house be sending an army?"
"Not D'cooletes, they wear blue. And never wear robes. Never seen men like like this before," The dragon said. "Don't like this Genral, Other houses don't surender as easyly as the D'coolettes."
"Don't we have an advatage?" Italia said. "If it comes to a fight, we have catapults and flame lances,"
"Wich means that a little over half of our men are manning them," Senuk said, "Our infrantrry will be outnembered twenty to one."
"Can the artilery crews be given infantry weapons?" Italia asked.
"We barely had enough weapons for the troops we have." Senuk said grimly.
"I sugest we retreat back to Temple in Tamir," Italaia said. "We will contact House D'coolette with a more diplomatic offer, let these armys find only an open field when they reach this place,"
"No Sister," Senuk said. "If this is another house of the Parlament, we need to let them know it is foolish to oppose the royal family, or their church."
"Staying is suicide,"
Senuk laughed. "When someone Joins the Aurorium Fellowship, and become a Paladin, he has his funeral the next day. We have alrady sworn out lives to the Maker," Senuk turned to his liutenant. "Atrum, prepare all Balistas and Catapults to fire, and try to pin them. Whn they are pinned by flame and stone, unleash the Mindswipers. Tansit, get the rest of the scouts and harass them from the air. Musketeers, protect the Sister."
A tremedous sound filled the air, th sound of Flapping wings.
"More Dragons?" Senuk asked.
"To light," Tansit said. "Like nothing I ever heard,"
Te skies turend dark, a thousand flapping wings blocked out the sun, as legions of flying creatures swept upon the Paladin ranks like the wind. The paladins swung their swords futaly as the creatures fell upon them, cutting them open with unseen weapons. The catapults, unfired, were torn to splinters in seconds by black, flying shadows. Italia droped to her knees, fighitng fear with ever bit of her training. She helf a cross pendant in her trembleing hands, praying for the safty of the Paladins, or a mercyful death for them. She felt warm liquid splater on her closed eyes, her face. . .her gown,
Blood
"have mercy on thses men, may their sacrafice not be in veihn," She prayed, seeking comfort in God, as the shouts and wingbeats faded in her acheing ears.
Life and death are relative to the one living or dieing.
-Kaben
Downundan Humorist
The counsul Chamber of the Mobian Laansraad wasn't used in almost fourty years, but after about a week of re-modleing it was prepared for this summit. The room was massive, the lansraad surounding the center speaking platform, where the arbitrastor and the scribe sat. The only hosue not represented was the house D'coolette, who surendered their soverighnty to the house Acorn. Currently, Lord Kotetsu spoke, he claimed to have an indirect lineage to the Hous St.John, but it was deeply disputed, espcialy since the St.Johns were a family of Skunks and Kotetsu himself was a Gecko.
"King Elias has been Dead for four Years," He Began. "Our houses have been disputeing soveringhty since then. However, this is the first time Blood has been shed."
Kotetsu held up a manila folder, displaying it to the counsul. "Sister Italia of the Sisterhood of Throns withneesed the Ruthless slaughter of almost three thousand Paladins by Mercinarys Employed by the House D'coolette! A house who have surenedred their lineage rights after the War of seperation!"
The arbitrator leaned foreward, his face nuetral, he knew what the Gheko was saying was an exageration, or a flat lie. "Lord Kotetsu, what do you sugest? We avenge the lives of Paladins who fight on their own accord?"
"They fight on their own accord your honor, but the paladins are still considered citizens of the confederacy," Lord Kotetsu shook his head, "My bretheren, this was a cowardly attack by a rebel faction that wishes to claim the throne for themselves, we must prepare a counter attack."
A sudden commotion interupted Kotetsu's speech, guards were yelling at someone, who was entering depsite their protests. A tall, pink echidna entered triled by a dozen or more Hedgehogs in primitive atire, loincloths, leather leggens, weilding stone separs. The Echina herself wore a warrior's garb, a tunic and leather pants. Her atire was men's but it served little to hide her femaninity, she was an anthletic and strong body that held enoumouse power, but beautiful features. She spoke,
"Why has my clan not been notified of this meeting?" the echidna said.
The arbitrator seemd surprised to see the hedgehog, he fumbled papers on front of him. "Sister Lotus, according to the treaty of Gefften, the Forest Hedgehogs govern themselves,"
"But retain citizenship," Lotus finished. "My peole pay taxes, so we expect to be represented."
"Your people," Lord Kotetsu Laughed, "How can you even make a claim, you are the decendent of Lugar, a outspoken warrior fo the dark legion, and you claim to be part of a hedgehog people?"
"I'm half hedgehog," Lotus corecdted, patient. "And my other lineage is tracable to Alinda, a chief of the forrest hedgehogs, my ancestor Jules was the first of my family raised as part of the acorn kingdom."
"Whatever your lineage, the Benesaurins are their own independent nation," Kotetsus said, purposely using a racial slur, "You don't pay taxes, you pay tribute,"
"Lord Kotetsu, your oversteping the rights of the floor," The arbitrator said.
"I apoligize," Kotetsu said,
"Lady Lotus, you and your friends here are not Lansraad members," The Arbitrator said. "and this is a closed meeting, if you wish to speak, do it with your vote."
Lotus nodded, "Very well," She said. Lotus knew the law, but her years in the great forest dulled her political tact. "May I request, a tryst between our faction and the confederacy then, since the war Kotetus is sugesting would more than likely be foungt on our lands. Decideing how to use our land for you purposes witout the input of the Forsest tribes would be a gross violation of the treaty of Gefften, wich Lord kotetsu seems fond of quoteing."
The arbitrator shruged. "Your right." He admitted. "Sine you seem unwilling to wave your rights by treaty of Gefftin I have no choice but to delay this meeting untill the Forsest Hedghogs can be properly represented."
The hammer slammed down, and the meeting dispersed. Lord Kotetsu walked directly to Lotus, stareing her down.
"I don't know what you hope to achieve," Kotetsu groweled.
"I wish to keep zealots like you from destroying the peace my ancestors fought for centurys to preserve." Lotus siad. "You think I don't know about your investement in arms development, you're a fraud and a liar Kotetsu who would start a war to prohit from it."
Kotetsu grined smugly. "Your not in the age of you Gung-ho ancestors any more Lotus," He said. "In this age, people like me are the freedoms fighters, we give the people something to belive in."
Lotus turned to walk out, but smiled over her shoulder as she left. "We had people like you in the time of the freedom fighters," Lotus said. "We called them Overlanders."
I sometimes look back on history and remark on the darkness of it all. . .the way we fall into Tyrany, then emerge into peace only to find another tyrant. This. . .I find is the partern of all things. We cannot escape war and tyranny, unless we find peace within ourselves. To change the world, we must first change our hearts. For this reason I justify my daughter's decision to Join the Sisterhood by knowing that she is confident that she found that peace within herself. We can never hope to trancend the evil in our world, but we can wash the evil from ourselves. This is something I wish I would have learned in my youth.
-Lara-Su
"My Final Memoirs."
Sister italia strode silently into the mosolium, light flickering off the walls from her latern. The panda walked in silently, sliping off her shoes for respect of the holy inhabitant of the chamber. She bowed on a par of satin cusions that stood in front of an ornate sarcophagus. It was the finesy marble, the lid as bordered with glimmering gold, with purest ivory cared into flowers. Italia drew a Rose from behind her back ad set it silently on the top, reaching to a valve, releasing naural gass into lamps on the walls. The sarcophagus was clearly marked with a simple scripture and tribute:
. . .The race is not to the swift,
Nor the battle to the strong,
Nor bread to the wise,
Nor Ritches to men of Understanding.
Nor favor to men of Skill.
But time and chance happen to them all
Ecclesiasties 9-11
In this monument lies
Saint Amy Rose of the Thorns
Here to rest for etenity,
Her soul a citezen of heaven
May she never be forgotten
Italia smiled, she only knew Saint amy for a limited time, but she was almost a second mother to her, she helped her through her classes, and tought her all she knew of the scriptures and traditions of the church. Italia made the form of the cricifix on her shoulders and chest, chanted a silent rosary and prayed.
"Saint Amy, it has been a long time since I came to speak with you, I ask your forgiveness for this. I have been buisy with matters of the church lately. As you know, this is rapidly becoming a turbulent time." Itlalia sighed. "Ask the maker for blessings for this city, and this planet."
Italia foled her hands, and bowed. She stood and left, feeling as always that she said to little. She emerged into the temple. As with all temples of the Church of the little planet, it was massive. With tall stained glass windows commeorateing the life of the saints. One of the sindows. . commemorateing the life of Saint Amy was still under construction. Three artists worked quietly on it, their scafolding a dark contrast to the beauty and elegance of the rest of the temple. At this time of day there were few in the temple, a few epole were bowed at the alter saying morning prayers, others were lined up at the confession booths waiting to see a sister to confess. There was always work to be done before Italia herself had a chance to say her confessions or pray to the maker, it was always a point of guilt for her, especialy after the hellins experince she just went through. Even now at the Aurorium temple nearby, Paladins were saying death rights for the thousands who died in the field, while the bodys of the enemy were being purifid and cremated as was the tradition of the Aurorium church. Out of the glass roof of the temple smoke form the crematorium could be seen, and shes rained down like black snowflakes. Italia reached a tight wallway that lead to her office and other administrative areas of the church. The hallways was stone and very narrow, lacking the luster of the rest of the temple. It wasn't for the public so there were no need for ornate carveings and the like. Reaching he thick oak door to he office Itlia pushed it open. He secretary (a badger) bowed silently, and handed her her mail.
"There are seveal audio messages sister," the secretary said. "I forwarded them to your terminal for your review, Lord Kotetsu is requesting for you to apear in front of the counsul once again."
"You did tell him this church is not interestied in politics?" Italia said,
"He still insisted," The Secretary said. "He offered you compensation for your testomony agianst the house of D'coolette."
"He would offer me money to lie," Itlia laughed, "He apearently dousn't know anyhting about the church,"
The secretary smiled, "Aperently not.
Italia sorted through her mail. . it was the usual lot of cataloges and reports for her aproval. She etended her hand and the main drifeted through the air to her desk. Itla rested on a soft leather seat int eh corner of her office. She sued her telekinesis once agina to pull a book of scripture from her bookshelf, it lightly landed in her hand. Italia had been on her feet all day and the day before, wanted to get in some study time before the evening rush showed up for confessions.
"You've been practiceing," A voice said form the corner of Italia's office,
"Who's there?"
Lotus emerged from the shadows and bowed politely, "An old friend,"
Italia stood and huged lotus suddenly, "Sister Lotus, how I've missed you,"
Lotus grined, a bit uneasy. Physical contact was rare among fores hedgehogs, and she wasn't used to it.
"Well I was back in Mobotropolis and decided to catch up," She siad.
Italia sat, using her telekinisis to draw up a chair, "Sit, and we'll do just that,"
Lotus said, leaning her spear agianst the bookshelf. "I apoligizee for the weapon," Lotus said. "It's cerimonial, a sign of leadership amon the forest dwelers."
"How are you missions going there?"
"Really good," lotus siad. "The chruch there gets bigger every day, the mission is full every sabbeth,"
"Good," Italia said. "I knew you would do well.
Lotus siged, glanced down at the floor, not wanting to get the real meaning of her visit. "Sister, I should tell you. . .the real reason I'm her isn't to argue politics with Kotetsu, that's pretty mutch a lost cause."
"It's why I refuse to meet with him," Italia said. "My testimony would only force us closer to his war. He still belives the attack was by D'coolete mercianarys."
Lotus sighed, "Well I did hold him off for about another week." She siad. "then there will be a tryst with my represenatives, then tre will be a vote.
Italia layed a hand gently on Lotus's. "I trust in your ability Lotus," She said. "The lips of a fool shall swallow him up,"
Lotus smiled, Recognizeing the sripture. "Let's hope so." She siad. "The army that attacked you, do you have any idea who they represeted?"
"No," Italia said, with a sigh. "The Paladins are screaming for some kind of action, they want to purify these zealots. I don't wish to waste any more lives, that battles was a slaughter."
"I hear the Paladins are closeing down their temples," Lotus said.
Italia nodded. "They belive this to be much more important than the sisterhood does. They have their own prophits, and their claiming that the maker is leading them into something more than just another battle."
"What did you see out there Italia?" Lotus said, drping formality, speaking now as a friend.
Italia closed her eyes for a moment, controling the pain from the memory. "I dissagreed with the Fellowship at first." She said. "I thought this was simply anohter skirmish, and I was enraged that they would take down their temples for something that seemd so temporary. When Iwas there however, among those heartless killers I saw pure hatered embodied, pure evil swooping down epon mere men. Now I fear I belive that this is the what the Paladins say it is,."
"What's that?"
"A battle long prophesied, " Italia said. "A final battle. . .Armegeddon.
"In fourty years I've never met a bat I could trust, not even myself."
-Rouge
Treasure hunter and humorist
Kotetsu sat heavyly into his chair, resting his head on the sift leather. He swirled the drink in his hands, bringin it to his mouth. Kotetsu's home was a top floor penthouse, both beautiful and elegant. It was rellatively small but had all the luxurys one would expect from someone who was part of a royal family. Kotetsu's position was reltively low, and commanded little weath, but ti was well made up for by the power it weilded. Kotetsu yawned, his forked toung flicking in the open air. He suddenly felt a presence behind him, drawing closer. Kotetsu casual reached for the only weapon in his house, a small revolver he kept on his endtable. A sword flashed, and cut the revilver in two before Kotetsu's hand could reach it. The lizard retracted his hand slowly, realizeing who it was.
"That was a custom made pistol Crimson," Kotetsu said, adressing the shadows.
"It was a piece of junk." Crimson siad. "Revolvers like that jam. . .run out of ammo, you can loose them. A sword is much more dependable."
"So it is." Kotetsu said. "Have a seat Crimson, let's talk buisines."
A tall, thin bat emerged from the shadows, his wings tucked behind him like a cape. Crimon was tall, fairly, thin, but incredibly toned and muscular. He was bare-chesteed except for the leather strap he used to hold his sword, wich was currently sheathed. Around the bat's belt, seveal bags and compartments held the insturments of his trade, poisons, barbs, other small barely noticable weaposn adoned him, ready to be called upon for assasinations and deal death at will. Crimson sat, keeping his eyes in Kotetsu's.
Kotetsu leaned foreward, admireing his hitman.
Your fury is immesurable,
And your on my side!
Kotetsu spoke. "I asume you've watched the newscast today,"
Crimso shook his head. "No TV, no radio, don't need one. I know what your talking about, Lotus and her hill billy cousins are back in town."
"Yes," Kotetsu said. "I thought I had everyone out of my way that I could, but Lotus commands great respect among the people, and the church. I need their co-operation or this vote will go sour."
Crimson nodded, "You don't want her at next week's tryst I assume,"
"Absoltly not." Kotetsu siad. "I don't wish her dead. . .just unable to attend."
"Sure she won't just dealy the proceedings?" Crimson asked.
"She might try," Kotetsu said. "But that's my problem, you just make sure she can't be there, and be quiet about it."
"Would be simpler to kill her. . ."
Kotetsu smiled, "Crimson my friend, you know about assasination and bounty hunting, but I know about politics. And on the floor of the Laansraad, you can assasinate a person, without fire a shot or bloodying a blade. Lotus will be destroyed before she can apear, let her live. . .she'll soon wish she was dead."
Sonic was a hero. . .but a myth like so many other things form the time. Not to say that he wasn't real, but all the myths of "The fastes thing alive" were more of an exageration. He deserves merit for acomplishing a task like restoreing order, and fouding the town of Knothole, but the fact that he in any way facilitaated the freedom fighter movement was rediculas. He was a boy, a boy to be repected and remmbered but little more. We need to remember him as he truly was, not as some kind of indestructable warrior.
-Lord Kotesu
During a speech to the Mobian Laansraad
Sonnu finaly had a chance to see the forest home of his forefathers in his old age. The vegitation was still sparece, nowhere near what it was in his Father's time, but the great forest was now almost likea prairie, thick grass and ferns, the wildlife had returned. Sonnu build himself a home near the center of the forest. . .somewhere the original location of Knothole. After lara-su passed on, he felt as if he had little reason to continue fighting. He'd restored order enough, and felt he derved this retirnement. A knew heir to house Hegehog was chosen, a distant cousin Sonnu was unaware he had. If the lineage was falcified it was a relif to have his "Royal lineage" taken off his shoulders. Currently he was meeting with the man, Muarice. He was a tan coloured hedgehog, full-blooded and domesticated. Considred to be from the same family line as Sonnu. Maurice has a seat on the laasnrad but hardly knew how to use it. He was not a politichian and often came to Sonu for guidance.
"I head your daighter is back in town," Murice said, trying to start the conversation. "Purhaps she'll visit,"
Sonnu chuckled, "She's a sister of the throns," he said. "She's considred part of the family of the church. She love her father, but she loves her ditys there more."
"I'm sorry. . ."
"Don't worry aobut it." Sonnu said. "I had my time with her. She will return when she has free time, is she ever does. Now, why do you visit me?"
"I suppose you've been keeping up on the newscasts," Murice said, "We. . .are on the edge of war, my vote may be the decideing one."
"Your vote is never the decideing one," Sonnu said. "You abstain so damn mutch you might as well not even be on the floor."
"But this is far more important," Maurice said. "The war. . ."
"What do you mean 'war'?" Sonnu said with a touch of spite. "Ever time somebody farts Kotetsu acts like it's an act of war." He shook his head. "The D'cooltets don't have the guts to attack anybody, even with mercs. Whoever's killing paladins it sure as hell isn't the boys in blue. Kotetsu knows this as well as you. He's just excited to have somebody to aim guns at."
"I am part of his party," Murice siad. "I would't vote against him,"
"That's the problem with you," Sonnu said. "When you can't vote the way you want to you abstain and try to save face. Well when you abstain you don't do any good either."
Murice sighed, "Master Sonnu, I ask for you advice."
"I'd been givieng it to you sice you came in!" Sonnu shouted,. "You vote the way you belive, if you abstatin agin I'll take your seat and send you back where I found you."
"If I vote against Kotetsu he'll ruin my reputaiton agiain,"
"If your reputation's already been ruined then you got nothing to loose," Sonnu said. "Got that?"
Murice noded, nervocely wringing his hands.
Sonnu sighed, and stood, walking slowly to his window. Age had ravaged his knees, and with it his speed. Sonnu envied his father Sonic, he died before he was truly old, he despised moveing slow. . .but at Sonnus age sonic would't have had a choice.
"You don't get it." Sonnu said with a sigh. "You'll go in there and wimp out, abstain and beg Kotetsu for forgivness for ever thinking of voteing agaist him like you always do."
"Master Sonnu I assure you I'll. . ."
"You're a Coward Maurice." Sonnu siad. "I'm takeing your seat back,"
"Please master Sonnu, their's so mutch good I can do. . ."
"Your right," Sonnu said. "Their's a lot you can do and you don't do any of it. If you want to Make yourself useful, clean out my desk at the Laansraad office so I can take it back."
"Please, I ask you pelase don't take my seat, it's the only thing of importance I have, I gave everything I had to that seat,"
Sonnu walked up to Maurice. "If you fail me on this vote, your out. Do you understand?"
Murice noded, shallowly,
"No!" Sonnu shouted, "Don't give me any more emty promises, you will do this!"
"Master sonnu, you don't know the Nature of this Kotetsu, he's truly evil,"
"Evil?" Sonnu siad, intrigued. "He's a heartless burocrat, but in this age, he's nothing. If this war goes through, thousands, even millions may die. If you abstain like a coward, you'll have to sleep at night knowing your lack of conviction killed them all."
"Kotetsu can ruin me. . ."
"You would sacrafice the lives of thousands of inocent people so you can keep your reputation?"
Murice could't answer, never thought of it that way,
"You spend your days on the floor of the laansrad," Sonnu said. "And your so buisy watching your own ass you don't see the people you hurt by ignoreing them. I know you're a decent man Maurice, but you have to let that show."
Maurice sighed. "I see. I will do what is right, I will vote agisnt this war, I will try my best to oppose Kotetsu on the floor. My reputation has little value next to the lives of many."
"Good." Sonn siad. "Once you get into town, tell Tiana I need her suport as well. Her vote might tip the scales in our direction."
"I will do so Master Sonnu."
Sonnu's face wrinkled, "And stop calling me 'master' "
The mobian bounty hunter is a riddle, after one job most of them could retire from their lves of danger and crime. When it somes down to it, the hunters do it for the thrill, money is mearly a side product, a reward for a job well done. They stole for the thrill, not for survival.
-D'Jer Drai
Mobian Hitorian
Crimson slid back into his forest dwelling in the middle of the night, creeping acoss the rickey wooden floor. He had a long day in the city, and only wished to rest. Just as he racehd the baclk of the room, a light fliped on.
"Evening." The older female bat said.
"Evening mother,"
Crimson's mother, Rogue wore a long chia-pao dress, her old wings drooping almost to the ground in their age. The bat was old, but it was obviose that she held great power, her eyes burned like embers as she stared at her son.
"I suppose Kotetsu needed you to get a lid off another pikle jar. . ." She siad,
"Mother. . ."
"You are his lap dog, aren't you?"
"Mother you know my plan, Kotetsu is rich, after this war begins I can expose his corput nature. . .and the stock will be ours!"
"Stocks are just paper," Rogue said, "They hodl no value toa bountty hunter, who cannot cash them in."
"I have a plan mother. . ."
"A good bounty hunter must stop planning, and start doing." Rogue said, "Discredit him now and steal from him, why wait for the war?"
"Mother, I'm using him. . ."
"Or is he using you?"
The two were silent, crimson sighed, "I'm going to bed mother,"
"One more thing,"
Crimson relutantly turned. "Yes mother?"
"I supose Kotesu has Ordered you to Keep Lotus away form the counsul,"
"He said as much,"
Rogue smiled, "If you wanted to cross him now, the best way would be to kill Lotus, and frame him for it. We can then rid all he owns, you war without Lotus anyway, and we can prophit from it as you planned."
Crimson was to ired to think aobut it, "Mother, I can't just. . ."
"Do you have loyalty for this worm?" Rogue asked, stern.
"Of corse not. . ."
"Then betray him now, a bounty hunter never wastes time."
Crimson sighed, "Very well, we will kill Lotus." He agreed.