Here's a little bluebooking that a couple of my players are doing...
Vilkacis wrote:
As Vilkacis begins to explain the basics of the space craft to Straight Arrow, he seems uncomfortable. His normal calm demeanor is countered by a nervous chewing of his thick cigar. After a few moments of silence, he turns...
"I beleive we have a problem."
After Straight Arrow acknowledges the comment, he continues, "Well, we have two problems. This first is that I cannot function if Red Dragon continues to threaten me. If I am to remain, there are only three options I can see... He spontaneously comes to this senses
and realizes I am not his enemy. Barring that shift in the laws in the universe, the second option is you speak to him. Because either you trust me implicitely, or you do not. If you do, you must deal with this situation. If you do not, then the problem is bigger than one overly aggressive samurai. The final option is that I work to preserve
myself, and while he is much stronger than myself, If he forces it into him or me.... I will do whatever I can to make sure he does not succeed. You know as well as I that his strength is as much his weakness as his power."
He sighs, and shakes his head, "But that is not the real problem. I have learned information that may change the face of this upcoming conflict. And this gets back to the issue I just raised, either you trust me or you don't. I have not lost who I am with the discovery of my nature.... you should see that. But if you do not trust me, I will accept
that and I will not work against your goals. I will part ways when we arrive, and I will operate independently. If you do trust me, then there is more... but it means you must trust me completely, no more precautions, no more fall back plans, and no more threats from anyone on the team."
He leans back and watches Straight Arrow intently. He is relaxed, but still apprehensive. He begins to work on flying the plane again and offers minor corrections, making it clear his instruction in flying is seperate from the conversation at hand.
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Straight Arrow wrote:
Simon was silent for a long moment, seemingly focused on memorizing the layout of navigational controls that Leshey had just pointed out. He considered what to say very carefully.
"I won't guarantee that I won't have a 'fail-safe' plan for dealing with you should the need arise," he said coolly, "But keep in mind that I'm a tactical thinker. I can't help it. Bloody Hell...I have contingencies in my mind for dealing with every member of this team. It's not that I don't trust any and all of them, including yourself, it's just that I've dealt with too many telepathic villains not to be prepared.
"So, what I'm saying here...is that I do trust you. I wouldn't be bringing you on this mission if I didn't. I apologize for the suspicion I cast your way when I realized your true origins. You have to understand that it was as much as shock to myself and John as it was to you. I just wasn't sure what to think...how to react...so I fell back into my military training. I'm sorry for that. It was remotely fair to you. I just couldn't believe that the man I met and worked with all those years ago...who saved my life in St. Petersburg and Lisa's in Kaliningrad...I couldn't even imagine he was an alien."
Simon sighed heavily. "If you can forgive my paranoia, I promise that I will give you my trust. You've certainly had ample opportunity to turn on us if you truly wanted to. I'm going to believe that you won't and that you are with us to the end."
A light flashed on the console and Simon adjusted the ship's heading ever so slightly per Leshey's directions. "As far as Saingo is concerned, I promise that I'll talk with him. I suspect that his latest anti-alien aggression is a result of the pressure of everything we've had to deal with in the past week. Saingo might be withdrawing into himself and letting more of the samurai ghost's personality take control." Simon recalled the bloody remains of the ship's Mon'Dabi crew and suppressed a shudder. "His aggression will have to be dealt with but that's not your problem. It's mine and I promise I'll deal with it. I'll make sure the rest of the team is off your case as well."
Simon took his eyes off the navigational console for the first time and looked directly at Leshey. "So, old friend, what have you learned?"
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Vilkacis wrote:
Leichy nods, "I will consider the matter with Red Dragon dealt with. Before I threw her out of the plane, I had a conversation with another Wraith, Spellbreaker. The problem is more complex than I originally imagined. As you should know, I did not forget who I was when I learned that I was a wraith, I am still the same Leichy.... and there is a reason for that."
He gestures towards the panel and guides Simon in a few more intricacies, "There are going to be Wraiths on both sides of the battle. The reason being... how to explain... I *am* Leichy. Wraiths are not like humans or Mon'Dabi. Maybe I should start from the beginning..."
Sighing, he looks back to the entrance to the cockpit, then turns back to the controls, "The Wraiths brought the Mon'Dabi to Earth. They gave them technology and direction, and are infiltrated into the highest rungs of their ladder. Just like they have done to UNtil. Their purpose, however, was never to conquer anything. They do not control the Mon'Dabi, no more than they control the Humans. They guided the Mon'Dabi to Earth in the hopes that the Mon'Dabi would lose, and they could escape Mon'Dabi culture. The Mon'Dabi are violent and short-sighted. They do not understand peace nor do they ever want to. But here is the problem..."
Leichy turns to Straight Arrow, his hand still on the second control stick, but his eyes focused on him, "The Wraiths are Mon'Dabi, just as they are Human. They... we... do not exist on our own. We exist as members of another's culture. We take on their hopes, dreams, and emotions. I am still Leichy because I am just as human as you or Red Dragon. Just as the Wraiths with the Mon'Dabi are just as Mon'Dabi as the next one. But here is where it gets complicated... There are very few Wraiths, and we have only one desire that is our own... to preserve each other. Now the Mon'Dabi have returned to Earth because they were slighted, they were hurt. They want revenge. They are bringing Wraith technology and their own to bear, and it is not the Wraiths who are doing it."
Turning back to his eyes on the stars, "You know me, you know how much I trust people, especially strangers. I beleive them, to a degree. This is where you must trust me. I beleive I can help my people while still saving the Earth. The Mon'Dabi are the enemy. Not the Wraiths. The Wraiths made the mistake of assimilating into Mon'Dabi culture, but now they hope to assimilate into ours.Assimilate, not conquer. UNtil has been running off of Wraith technology for a long time, the teleporters, the satellite, the ships... they would not have given this technology if they were our enemies."
"Now the choice is yours. My concern for Red Dragon was not unrelated to what I learned. These were all Mon'Dabi... but his hatred for aliens... and I beleive that extends to people alien to his own culture as well... may end up killing one of our own people by accident. He may end up killing a potential ally. I can help Mon'Dabi Wraiths, but I need to talk to them, to touch them, while they are alive. But... but this is what we have. I did all I could to ascertain deception from SpellBreaker, and I beleive her... I am still going to be careful... but I need to know you are with me."
He stops, opens his mouth to speak again, then closes it... he is obviously waiting for Simon's response.
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Straight Arrow wrote:
Simon stared almost unblinking at Leichy, his jaw set tight. His face betrayed no emotion, locked behind a mask of British stoicism. Inwardly, however, he was cursing like a drunken Irishman as he struggled with the ramifications of Leichy's revelation.
"Bloody Hell," he finally muttered, "Calling this 'complex' is an understatement." If what Leichy was telling him was true (and Simon had little doubt that his friend at least believed it to be true), then that meant there were innocents and allies hidden amidst the enemy forces. And there was no easy way to tell friendly from hostile.
What was worse...if the Wraiths weren't intent on weakening Earth's defenses against the Mon'Dabi, who was? Were alien invaders actually responsible for his team's sudden status as fugitives? Were there genuine traitors within UNTIL's command structure? Not only did Leichy's information make the coming rescue mission more complicated, it also negated the answers to the questions he and his team had thought they'd solved.
Simon let go of the controls and leaned back in the uncomfortable pilot's chair. He brushed his eyes with one hand. "This intelligence is accurate?" Simon shook his head. "Never mind. Of course it's accurate. You wouldn't have told me if you didn't think it was the truth."
Simon's computer-like mind started working on this problem, talking aloud as he processed the details. "So...our immediate issue is that we have potential allies mixed among our enemies but we can't tell one from the other. If we turn this into a knife fight, we run the risk of killing a friendly. So..." He groaned at the prospect of explaining this to the team. "...so we'll need to continue our practice of engaging in non-lethal combat even against the invaders."
Without looking at Leichy, he added, "I'm assuming that you can tell a Wraith from a non-Wraith somehow. Aurora can as well. It would make sense to have you two at point during the rescue attempt. We'll deal with Mon'Dabi opponents as necessary but if we locate a Wraith, it'll fall to you to open a dialogue with them."
Now Simon sat back up and turned to his comrade. "I am with you on this, old friend. I don't believe 'friendly fire' or 'collatoral damage.' I'll do everything in my power to protect the lives of any innocents we come across. I don't know how this will affect our return to Earth; this information means we still don't know who's responsible for our
blacklisting." He shook his head. "But that's a problem we'll deal with if we return home."
If possible, Simon's _expression turned more serious. "We'll need to share this with the team. This is information they need to know."


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