Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 2: New Shambhala]
01-02-2011, 11:02 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Captain Lhurgoyf.
Over at the hotel room, Reinhardt watched the scene from the comfort and safety of his isolation. Among the devices that had been sent to him by his advisor was a small handheld screen, apparently tuned to the contestants in contact with the girl. With a push of a button, Reinhardt had activated the device, the screen displaying the view from Phil's helmet, just as if Reinhardt had been there himself.
The tyrant smirked grimly at the scene unfolding before him. This sort of chaos in the city would be fun. He was pleased with what was going on. Rubbing his hands together, the tyrant mused again on the astounding capabilities of such technology. If such a way as this, to allow one to hijack the very sight of another, was possible by the capabilites of ordinary, supreme, natural mankind, Reinhardt had great potential in his race. He could achieve these miracles, no, he could even go beyond them, with just enough technological knowledge.
Just as Reinhardt began to get lost in his maniacal thoughts, he was alerted by what he saw on the screen. Phil was apparently attempting to contact Julia, but failing. Had something happened to her? Reinhardt, as an fascist who ruled with an iron fist, had no plans of sharing power in any way, but Julia was his advisor, his connection to the advanced knowledge of this city. He could not afford to lose her so early.
Vandrel Reinhardt stood up from his seat, once again approaching the parcel he had recieved. Steadfastly but slightly worried, he picked up another device, this time a portable communicator that could carry the voice of one user to another. He tuned the invention to Julia, hoping to hear a response.
"Julia, are you there?" he asked, waiting for a reply to come.
Over at the hotel room, Reinhardt watched the scene from the comfort and safety of his isolation. Among the devices that had been sent to him by his advisor was a small handheld screen, apparently tuned to the contestants in contact with the girl. With a push of a button, Reinhardt had activated the device, the screen displaying the view from Phil's helmet, just as if Reinhardt had been there himself.
The tyrant smirked grimly at the scene unfolding before him. This sort of chaos in the city would be fun. He was pleased with what was going on. Rubbing his hands together, the tyrant mused again on the astounding capabilities of such technology. If such a way as this, to allow one to hijack the very sight of another, was possible by the capabilites of ordinary, supreme, natural mankind, Reinhardt had great potential in his race. He could achieve these miracles, no, he could even go beyond them, with just enough technological knowledge.
Just as Reinhardt began to get lost in his maniacal thoughts, he was alerted by what he saw on the screen. Phil was apparently attempting to contact Julia, but failing. Had something happened to her? Reinhardt, as an fascist who ruled with an iron fist, had no plans of sharing power in any way, but Julia was his advisor, his connection to the advanced knowledge of this city. He could not afford to lose her so early.
Vandrel Reinhardt stood up from his seat, once again approaching the parcel he had recieved. Steadfastly but slightly worried, he picked up another device, this time a portable communicator that could carry the voice of one user to another. He tuned the invention to Julia, hoping to hear a response.
"Julia, are you there?" he asked, waiting for a reply to come.