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Post by Red Charge on Jun 28, 2013 4:24:14 GMT -5
"It'll be a sad day when we need farmers to fight for us." Said the major. The streets were dark, the Changeling curfew had been lifted but many ponies still did not dare go out at these hours. They were walking down a side street leading towards the mansion.
"So," The major said, "What're we going to do with you Draft? With those bugs now becoming our allies, don't do anything stupid." It wasn't an accusation, Draft could tell that the major shared his sympathies about the changelings. It started to dawn on him that perhaps the major had been sent to him by Lady Rainlock, after having read his very disapproving report of what Starling had done.
The Major prodded his swollen eye gently and twitched with the pain, sighing in resignation as he waited for Draft's reply.
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Post by Draft Design on Jun 28, 2013 22:22:25 GMT -5
"If I run into a bug disguised as a pony, I bash its head in. Fair? After this alliance there shouldn't be a need to for them to hide themselves among us. So as far as I'm concerned, any changeling pretending to be a pony is rogue and dangerous." Draft's tone made it clear enough he was being serious, as was the fact that he was keeping his eyes locked forwards in front of him.
Maybe he was disappointed with the number of changeling heads he had bashed in during his mission in the hive. Zero actually. The closest was the millipede thing guarding those larvae, but that hardly counted. In fact, the changelings walked away from the mission in better shape than he and the rest of the task force did. Just the thought of what they did to Gilda, and that they got away with it, made his blood boil.
"Allies don't disguise themselves and leech off friendly soldiers and innocents. Like parasites," Draft snorted. "That should be obvious to them. And if it isn't, it's Starling's job to make that clear."
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Post by Red Charge on Jul 4, 2013 12:18:28 GMT -5
"Yeah? Well you wear a uniform don't you? Isn't that a disguise? You keep plenty of the information you learn to yourself, we all do. It's their nature, if we're going to get along you're going to need to accept that. You and I pick clothes we like at a store, they pick forms they like off the street." The major said, frustrated from Draft's stubbornness.
"All they did was to defend themselves and ensure the continuation of their species, in their shoes you would be worse." The higher ranking pony accused, "Heck, I shot some colt for being an annoying jerk. Sure he may have caused Thorny's death, but he didn't do it on purpose. If you condemn them, condemn me. Condemn Lady Rainlock."
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Post by Draft Design on Jul 4, 2013 13:09:17 GMT -5
Draft was surprised to hear the major go against what he had just said, turning his head from the street in front of him to look at the other pony. "It's nowhere near the same thing," he spoke, keeping his voice calm. "When I put on a uniform I don't hide who I am. Heck, I'm probably less of a representation of myself when the uniform's off."
"Did you get word of what they did to the griffon? Just because they were trying to survive doesn't excuse it." Draft turned his head back so he was facing forwards again, wanting to cool down a little before he continued. "I don't see why any changeling needs to pretend to be a pony now. If they want to go around looking like us, we need a system. Maybe an ID they wear around their neck."
"And in their shoes I'd off myself. At least if my survival depended on deceiving and hurting innocents. Those aren't things you or Lady Rainlock stand for."
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Post by Red Charge on Jul 7, 2013 23:41:58 GMT -5
"What kind of delusional bastard are you?" Asked the major, "If our survival depended on deciet, we would Dang well do it." Said the major with a growl.
"What and you think us ponies are innocent? Our magics caused more harm in this world than any changeling! Our wars, our greed... We've made waste to civilizations! Besides, why wouldn't changelings go at a griffon? Did you forget? They exterminated an entire changeling hive with no survivors, unprovoked. Is that any better than the changelings? Genocide?" The major barked, "No, it isn't, it's not how we work. If you didn't know, let me put some higher ranking information out for you - the only reason Lady Rainlock wanted Chrysalis dead in the first place was so that a new inexperienced queen would take her place that the Lady could control." The major pushed a hoof into Draft's chest.
"Now we got the Changelings in an alliance where they are completely under our control. We have them exactly where we want them and they are far more powerful allies now than they would have been without Chrysalis. Don't mess this up or I will personally ask to be on the team that hunts you down. Are we clear?"
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Post by Draft Design on Jul 8, 2013 18:39:48 GMT -5
Draft was silent for several seconds, glancing over at the major. Why was he getting so touchy over this?
"You don't think the griffons had a reason for getting rid of that hive? I doubt they did it just for giggles. On the contrary, it was probably the smartest thing they ever did." Draft's voice now sounded a lot less discontented and a lot more conversational. Heck, he was even feeling a lot calmer.
"And I'll believe Lady Rainlock wanted to control the bugs when I hear it from her mouth. No offense, but it's just too hard for me to believe, especially considering what a piss-poor queen Chrysalis is already. She had her subjects dress up as flea-ridden dogs to try and scare us off. Talk about a coward." Draft looked over at the injured pony, waiting to see how he'd react.
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Post by Red Charge on Jul 16, 2013 7:41:15 GMT -5
"If cowardice is a reason to kill something then from the report I read, you should be first on that list." The major barked, Draft knew the conversation was over, as the major began walking away towards the manor, leaving him behind. It was now obvious what was behind the Major's anger.
Starling's report. He had listed Draft off as a coward, attempting to run away from the mission. The major had personally picked him out to a quick promotion course and as far as he knew, Draft had let him down. If that alone was not enough, having his own pick show cowardice would not do well for the Major in front of the Lady, perhaps even stunt his own advancement. That and Draft's bitter words bordering on insubordination reflected horribly upon him. The major liked Draft like a brother, but for all intents and purposes he felt betrayed by him.
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Post by Draft Design on Jul 16, 2013 22:04:03 GMT -5
Draft stood in place as the major walked off towards the mansion, not having anything to say. The response the pegasus got was not what he had wanted. It was almost like the major had ignored him completely, just deciding to take the conversation ninety degrees in a different direction. The only reason you made a segway like that was if you really wanted to talk about X or really didn't want to talk about Y. Draft wasn't sure which was the case.
The corporal snorted in frustration. Draft didn't need a reminder what about what an awful decision he had made. Not that he would have ever been in that situation, not if Starling- ...no no no. He couldn't go back to thinking about the field marshal. He'd end up knocking over a garbage bin or something. If he let those thoughts bounce around in his head now, his frustrations would boil over.
The pony walk over to the closest bench, trying to make sitting down in it as much a demonstration of his irritation to the emptiness around him as possible. Here he was, all alone, having to keep his mind blank just so he wouldn't go off like a roman candle. Great way to spend the night off. Draft wiped some of the drying blood from his nose, looking down at his hoof after he had done so, letting a half-hearted swear slip out.
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