My friend, when I mentioned the first guy to think of this, I was implying the first man(or woman) to think of the counter fire method. I understand the basic principle, and was saying that first man to have thought of it must have been smart, or at least adequately educated. My opinion on tthe arrogance is that a truly…
I have another that I think is just stupid on principle, even though it somewhat works I.R.L 'Fight fire with fire.' First off, the first guy that thought of actually doing that was either an insane genius, or lucky idiot. I favor the latter, but that's my opinion. And that it's a saying that many people say, even though…
Nay, I say, nay! I ban you! He who would call himself Peacefounder, when he is a Maker of War! And your mother was a hamster and thou father smelt of elderberries!
*Persi looks around, outside of the brig. Then smiles. His plan worked, and now for part two. He walks off toward the transporter and nods at the operator.* Operator: Usually place? Persi: Yep. Operator: I offer you the best of luck. Persi: Thank you. May progress ever favor your line. *The operator, who is clearly a…
*Tosses body to head of security.* You missed one. *Walks into Ministers office.* I finished the Loyalty tests. Vizier Worffan thanks you... oh, hello Grand Vizier. How are you?
*Persi chuckles and looks at Chloe* Persi: This must be very amusing to you. I know it would be to me... * He then closes his eyes again, resolute not to talk.*
Persi: Why watch a person relentlessly when a person that has the powers of practically god is on the ship? Yet, here we are! I thought, might as well sleep since the chance of her getting out is so small... now, if we didn't have a force field and the Mahdi, I would be standing right along with you. *He opens one eye and…
*Persi grunts as he wakes, and gets up shakily. He rolls his shoulders notices Terry. He rolls his eyes and sits back down.* Persi, to Drogo: I told you to wake me if she tried to escape, not if Salam came by... *He closes his eyes again.*
*Persi sighs, getting comfortable.* Persi: Common courtesy for Salam. Trust me, it probably won't last... *He then takes off his sword and slides down the wall. He sticks his feet out and crosses them, then lays his sword across his lap.* Persi: Wake me if she tries to escape, Drogo. I didn't have a particularly restful…
Persi: Oh, I would love to see you try. I bet you couldn't even kill me, let alone Salam! *He walks into view, having come in from the door.* Persi: Sia, Drogo...