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“It's about the Maverick Hunters, General.”
Sharp optics narrowed further. The General of the Repliforce sat across a long table in his estate. His mood was as dark and stormy as the sky outside.
“They're far too eager to please the humans, and continue to hunt down the Reploids. Do you believe they pose a significant threat?”
The creature speaking was some manner of Reploid, General could tell that much, but the deliberate cloak of tattered material and the long staff it held were too deliberately ominous to be ignored.
“Perhaps...” General finally said, his voice smooth, even, and powerful.
The cloaked creature flared with some impatience. “You already know the truth, General. Their sole mission has been to destroy any Reploids who fail to do as the humans order! It's in your best interests to stop them now, before they turn on you!” A nearly manic passion joined the darker voice, “You possess enough power to DESTROY THEM!”
General frowned, the sculpted mustache of metal plating angling with his expression. He then stood, his massive frame rapidly dwarfing most of the chamber beyond, especially the cloaked creature. “I agreed to this meeting because I thought you were someone else. Someone who did my soldiers a great service. You are a manipulator.”
The cloaked figure eased back slightly, suspicious. “What great service was that?”
“I am done tolerating your madness. I will not betray the humans. REMOVE YOURSELF FROM MY SIGHT.”
The cloaked figure bowed his head, clearly displeased, but then calmed. “Very well...” It stood, and drifted away from the seat. “But you will change your mind soon, I assure you...” A feral kind of laugh followed him out of the room.
General turned his back to the exit, staring out through one of the windows as lightning forked across the sky.
So one shadow offers me the safety of my people, the next pushes me toward revolution. There's an enemy out there, and I don't know enough about it...