Monday 1 December 2014

Saviour - Pretending

You are pretending to concentrate on driving, while keeping an eye on the Synth and the President in the back of your blacked out Hover-SUV. You keep asking yourself “What the Drek you are doing?” And sarcastically answering yourself in a casual tone “oh, you know, just kidnapping the World President, committing high treason and potentially damning humankind to pain, torture, suffering and eventual annihilation”.

You push those thoughts aside, and try to concentrate on mission. After talking Kilo down from taking out the Sky Grid Defence system, you decided that you needed to work together or at least give the impression you were. Kilo clearly has a conscience, he is the first Synth that you have seen that can be reasoned with.

Kilo was set on asking the human population to vote for survival and hoping the sanctum would agree with the results. This seemed like a bad idea, because you doubt the Sanctum will ever change their mind. You also have no faith that people would vote, and the idea of it would probably cause open rioting and rebellion when unity is needed more than ever. A single Person is clever but a group of People are idiots.

So instead you suggested that a trial should be held, giving humans a chance to state their case for survival and who better than to represent them than President Honour. You will accompany him as his personal guard. Kilo seemed to accept these terms, or maybe Kilo accepted on behalf of the Sanctum, you can rarely be sure who is speaking.

You arrive back at the hanger bay of vector labs. The doors automatically opens when you approach and you drive inside and park up. You hope the shuttle is repaired enough to fly and get you to the Sanctum. Before you get out of the vehicle you go over your plan in your head one more time.
  • Step one, help Kilo kidnap the President. ..Tick! heaven help me
  • Step two, accompany president and Kilo to the Sanctum.
  • Step three, help the president fight for our continued right to survive
  • Step four, when that falls on its ass, detonate the personal nuke you are going to pack for the ride and take these genocidal metallic sons of bitches down with you.


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