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Temperment - Turkish - 03-03-2011
"My ties to Alvin Katz are as follows Commissar Totenkaf."
"I have flown multiple sorties under his command, as well as receiving his expressed permission to execute missions within the Kusari hinterlands in the hope of inspiring dissension in their populace."
"To that effect I was awarded exclusive command over sorties within the Kusari territories for that expressed pursuit. As well my gunboat was appointed a test-bed for the R.E.C.O.N. units we received from our allies in The Order before their implementation on our cruiser class vessels.
This R.E.C.O.N. unit remains operational to this day. Under his direction I was instructed to foster a sense of peace and acceptance for change and accommodation for and of lenient bodies found within Alliance institutions. He wanted me to learn to play by his rulebook sir."
He looked up before going on.
"As for my plan for the future? I would like to begin exercising my rank again in a more positive fashion, continuing the redemption of the Kusari people, expanding my work with the population of New Hong Kong in their rebuilding efforts. I've been following the news casts from both in and outside of 52 too, very interesting materials. The policies of the Volkhan are quite referential of the late Grand Admiral McIntosh, his philosophies share several key points regarding aggression and conquest. Traitors as well, don't you think?"
There was a pause in the conversation.
"Comrade Commissar, your tea is getting cold. Would you like another cup?
Temperment - Shagohad - 03-03-2011
"My job is not to think, Mao. I leave that to the brass." His hand snapped up, waving the marines into motion. Quickly, they exited the room, leaving it in shambles. With a wry smile, Totenkaf did an about face and left, never to be seen again.
Temperment - Turkish - 03-03-2011
The look of his apartment had never been worse, nothing left untouched, nothing worth saving. Still he smiled as he walked slowly to the wall he shared with the neighbouring unit.
Crunch. He dropped the lamp base he was holding and began tearing his way through. He crawled across and raised himself, slowly he made his way to a ceiling tile on the far side of the room. He punched the air, it took him three times but it worked.
A glimmering Tokarov pistol fell to the ground with a dull thud.
"He actually thought I kept the real one in my room."