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Kuntel: Jesus Christ... can he be even more of an idiot? *He places a hand on his head, sighing... and looking ever so slightly adorable.*
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Kuntel: Huh..? *he looks around.* Kuntel: Where's Krys? Is she alright?
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Kuntel. high pitched: Eeeehhhhhh.... mommy... *He holds his head, tired.*
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*Kuntel wakes up slowly.*
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*Antony is watching fearfully, hands over his mouth.*
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*Antony smiles and nods a little.* Antony: Th-thanks, Chloe... *He goes over to the console.* OOC: Well, with this, it's less 'You have no identity at all!' Borg, and more 'You can keep your identity in the Collective, but your body is forfeit. You get to decide what we do, though!'. As you could tell from the nexus thing,…
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OOC: Yeah, now instead of a nice Collective that wanted to help the Klingon-Reman-Federation alliance.... you now have a slightly more patriotic Collective that hates all of you for being xenophobic a*sholes!:D From their point of view, of course.
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Abbot Zhuge: How you complete it is up to you. *He smiles and bows his head, then leaves.* Hyporus Antony: I-I-I-I don't know t-t-t-that...
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*The shields buckle under the strain of the barrage, but continually adapt and send the new information to the Collective.* Charlemage, over comms: We are the Borg. We shall never be silenced, be killed, eradicated. You shall NEVER be rid of us! *The Rectangle explodes.* Farther out in Space *Nexus falls into his Command…
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Abbot Zhuge: Fix up this. *He gestures to a old and rickety wooden tower. Antony: O-okay. *He tries to get up, eyeing Reina fearfully.*
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*The Rectangle, it's shields being up, takes severe, but manageable damage. Some drones and passengers were beamed into the Rectangle before the BoP exploded.* Nexus: New orders, retreat. We shall salvage after the fleet leave. Perhaps even these Klingons will still be here. Charlemagne, through the Collective, but weak:…
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Antony: B-b-b-but... *He bites his lip, and looks pitiful.* New Shao Abbot Zhuge: A subfaction in the Maori Draomn. Now, you must do some work before I send you on your way.
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Bonaparte: Reinforcements incoming. Nexus: Take down one of the Birds of Prey's shields. Beam aboard Drones and take control. When that is done, we will retreat. Charlemagne: But sir-! Nexus: We do not have the forces to commit a Song of Roland, Charlemagne. Strategic retreat is the best option. Charlemagne and Bonaparte:…
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Antony: I-I-I-I d-don't know... *He looks at Chloe.* New Shao Abbot Zhuge:.... You're gonna fit right in with Everett and his group.
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*The two Rectangles peel off from the Sphere, and immediately start firing upon the weaker Birds of Prey, while the Sphere merely stands there and adapts to there weapons, the shields seeming impenetrable.* Nexus: We were prepared to leave you in peace. This aggression will not go unpunished. *He raises a haughty eyebrow…
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Antony: H-h-h-h-ho-o-o-ow am I suppose-s-s-sed to do th-th-th-th-th-th-that? New Shao Abbot Zhuge: I can tell you where the Maori Draomn are, but we are not them. Did you not read the message?
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*He gets a full view of the Sphere's bridge, complete with Nexus and his black, robotic eyes. The green skin and black hair are a little unsettling, but the smile on his face is even more so.* Nexus: We are the Borg.
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Antony: W-w-w-w-who? New Shao Abbot Zhuge: We have no association with Twilight. *He raises an eyebrow.*
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Charlemagne: Hostiles spotted, Primary Nexus. Orders? Nexus: Retreat back to Unimatrix 001. We will confer with the hostiles. *As this conversation takes microseconds to take place, the Rectangles immediately retreat to the Sphere as soon as the volleys are fired.* Bonaparte: Inquiry. Nexus: Expound. Bonaparte: Should we…
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Antony: N-n-n-nooo.... *He sits up and leans against the couch, still a little scared.* New Shao Abbot Zhuge: We meditate, practice, eat, sleep, explore. We live. *He smiles and shrugs.*
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Antony: I-I-I-I-I-I get n-n-nervous around n-new p-p-p-people. A-and I wasn't e-e-e-earlier 'c-c-cause I was d-d-d-drunk... *His teeth chatter.* New Shao Abbot Zhuge: Pleased to meet you. *He stops walking, turns, and bows to Demigra.*
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Near Narendra *From the darkness of space, three forms come out of transwarp. They look like a Sphere and two Rectangles. They start making their way over to the wreckage of the battle.* Nexus, across the Collective: Secondary Nexus 001, report. Secondary Nexus 001, across the Collective: Codename Bonaparte responding.…
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*Antony looks at Chloe, scared.* Antony: I-I-I-I-I-I-i'm s-s-s-s-s-s-sor-r-r-r-ry.... New Shao Asian Man: I am Abbot Zhuge Xi-Qun,
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April Fools...?
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Antony: I-I-I-I-I-I-I .... *He bites his lip and looks scared.* New Shao Asian Man: Now, what's your name, white man? *He turns and raises an eyebrow at him.*
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Antony: Y-y-y-you weren't supposed to find me again... *He looks scared.* New Shao Asian Man: You were informed to contact the Abbot for more instructions. And so far, given your manners, I am not inclined to give those!
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Asian Man: Convincing me to tell you where the Moari Draomn are! *He keeps walking away.*
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Antony: N-n-no hable englese! *He tries to hide under something.*
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Jackson: Huh... want me to help? I know a little about it...
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Jackson:... I did my thesis on that. The professor insisted I moved out of biology for it... *He tilts his head.* Jackson: Why ya askin'? *** Kuntel: Ma...ma... mommy... h-help.... *He grabs his head, looking severely in pain.*