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Date Posted: 17:55:29 01/05/02 Sat
Author: Pinky and Teddy
Subject: **determined to make the board move**

OOC: If I seemed to be confused as to Pinky's gender, don't worry, so is Pinky.

IC:

If it were said that the "revolutionaries" seemed to be splitting into two camps--the warhawks and the cautionaries--that would not be entirely incorrect. Trevor finds himself at the head of the cautionaries, and Pinky at the head of the warhawks. And now, a small gang of warhawks is off to destroy the main Neuracomp church, even as the "faithfuls" are having a council of war inside.

Trevor finds himself hoping that maybe this move will eliminate the warhawk faction altogether and bring some measure of order to the revolutionaries.

Pinky was not incorrect when he said that a cockroach could not get into the church and live. The place is completely surrounded by armored guards with high-powered lasers set on "kill," their mirrored helmets bullet-proofed. Where Neuracomp got all these guards from is hard to tell, especially since they are an order devoted to peace, forgiveness, and servitude to the Transcendent One.

The mohawked elf crouches in the debris of the ruined apartments across from the church, regarding the guards silently. Nearby, she can hear her hand-picked group fidgeting, spoiling for action. But the hot-headed elf isn't stupid; she knows that a direct charge will only end in all of them killed. While she isn't worried about dying, she isn't about to give Trevor the satisfaction of being right.

There is a time when the sentry guards are changed. After crouching in the rubble for several hours a few days ago, she knows that these changes are generally hourly, and one does not leave his place until his replacement is there.

A cloaking device, perhaps? Pinky thinks, gnawing at her lower lip. No; it was likely that they were equipped with heat-seeking devices. Maybe they can pull the old switcheroo trick; knock out a guard going for a piss, take his armor and conveniently mirrored helmet, plant the explosives and scram . . . except that Pinky has not seen any of them leave for a piss. Not once. And it's impossible to knock one out without the others seeing. Aaargh. Bastards, don't even leave for a piss like everyone else. Either they're not fuckin' human, or-- Pinky stops. It has not occurred to him that they might not be human. But maybe. . . maybe that's the reason for the mirrored visors. Could the Church be employing androids?

That puts things in a whole new light.

The skinny elf scrabbles back to the others, saying in a low voice, "Any of you got ideas? Jes keep in mind that we might be up against 'bots."

If the revolutionaries are divided, the Neuracomp followers no different, split into warhawks and pacifists. Teddy finds himself uncomfortably in the middle. On the one hand, he can understand those that wish to avenge loved ones or simply put the terrorists in their place. On the other hand, he himself is good with a gun, and he knows that it will be no hardship for the well-coordinated Neuracomp forces to take out a ragtag bunch of terrorists and mercenaries.

Ragtag. . . no, that's not correct, and Teddy knows it. He remembers a green-eyed cat morph and her deadly accuracy, and Sheik and his throwing knives, deadly and quick as any gun. Even the bartenders are armed, and they can shoot better than Kiyonis's laughable "law enforcement." The underworld of the city is a deadly foe, and most of the faithful are tradesmen. It is difficult to believe in a God when you do not know if you'll be alive the next day to worship, when you fear to make friends because everyone dies eventually, most of them under thirty.

"But remember," Teddy says, timidly at first and then growing in boldness. "they've got fighters there that can fight, shoot, and track just as good and better than any of us, and they aren't afraid to die. They put their lives on the line every single day to put food on the table. And we don't know how many there are; how many are neutral and how many of them are actually against us. And," he adds, "we can't kill any of the neutrals, or that'll raise the rest of them against us.

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