Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 2: New Shambhala]
05-26-2011, 05:55 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Captain Lhurgoyf.
Reinhardt pushed himself up off the floor, shaking himself of dust and sweat.
"What in the nine hells is-"
The tyrant caught a glimpse out the window and saw that the building had detached from its normal anchoring and was careening through the air.
"Blast those fools! What is happening?"
Reinhardt pounded his fist on the wall, angered by the state the city was falling into. However, the important thing was to get out of the place alive. He would fade from the city whenever one of the contestants perished, that would be certain. Whether or not he lived or died here, the city would no longer be in his grasp. If it was destroyed before Reinhardt could milk all he could out of it, so be it. At the very least, the nonhumans would be eradicated, and there would be the net gain of that. If a million humans died here, so would a million aliens. The tyrant's life was the priority, not his city.
Reinhardt flipped out a communications device and dialed up his bodyguards.
"There has been an explosion in the building next door to mine. It is of utmost concern that I be removed from the situation at once. The interests of the security of the empire is at stake here! We cannot let my life be taken here, for it shall be a sign that the terrorists have won! To further these goals, I order that I be escorted to a safe area immediately. This is an order, not a request!"
Reinhardt put the communicator away as a few of his hired men came to his aid and ushered him away from his office.
Reinhardt pushed himself up off the floor, shaking himself of dust and sweat.
"What in the nine hells is-"
The tyrant caught a glimpse out the window and saw that the building had detached from its normal anchoring and was careening through the air.
"Blast those fools! What is happening?"
Reinhardt pounded his fist on the wall, angered by the state the city was falling into. However, the important thing was to get out of the place alive. He would fade from the city whenever one of the contestants perished, that would be certain. Whether or not he lived or died here, the city would no longer be in his grasp. If it was destroyed before Reinhardt could milk all he could out of it, so be it. At the very least, the nonhumans would be eradicated, and there would be the net gain of that. If a million humans died here, so would a million aliens. The tyrant's life was the priority, not his city.
Reinhardt flipped out a communications device and dialed up his bodyguards.
"There has been an explosion in the building next door to mine. It is of utmost concern that I be removed from the situation at once. The interests of the security of the empire is at stake here! We cannot let my life be taken here, for it shall be a sign that the terrorists have won! To further these goals, I order that I be escorted to a safe area immediately. This is an order, not a request!"
Reinhardt put the communicator away as a few of his hired men came to his aid and ushered him away from his office.