Beyond Good and Evil

[Alister Watanabe]

Alister slowly wakes up in the middle of the woods, his mind is groggy, and his soul is pained. He motions to stand up, and immediately collapses.

His back was in immense pain, it felt as though it had been torn open. He pushes himself up with all of his strength, feeling the blood run down his sides, and barely makes it onto his feet. He summons his naginata to lean on.

"What... What have I done..." He said, in more of a statement than a question. He knew exactly what he had done.

Alister is lost deep in the woods, and for all he knew, he was walking deeper into it. His eyes are fixated in front of him on nothing in particular, his instincts only telling him to survive, then work out details later.

"Must keep moving... Must keep moving... Must keep moving..." He repeats to himself, to keep from losing consciousness again.

[Lady Violet]

"Yes, that is fine. I still have some time."

I jot down my ideas about the botanical bots. A young woman will control them. I get a devious idea of how such a girl could be created, and smile to myself.

[Huey P. Newton]

"I was just wondering if you notice that everyone we know seems all business and work? No one besides Stalin shows up to just chat... and that's not exactly fun, it's just annoying." Huey says.

"Anyway, I was just wanting to see if you noticed that not many people seem to be, or want to be for that matter, friends. Gets kind of lonely after a while..."

As of late, Huey had been feeling progressively more and more lonely. Back in the Panthers, he had Bobby if nobody else. But it was more than Bobby, he had all these young brothers who wanted to talk to him and just hang out. Now, his only company is a psychotic ex-dictator who loves to reminisce about Beria and Svetlanna and his glory days as Generalissimo of the USSR. (if you still don't know who he's talking about than shame on you. It's Stalin.)

[Lady Violet]

"I notice that. For the sake of professionalism, people here remain distant, but, if you are looking for a friend, I could recomend some Ministers and operatives. Kith is lonely, you could try talking to him. He was purged from the party and recently allowed to return."

[Zhuge Liang]

I recover somewhat.

"Thank you, sir," I say. "You surprised me. You bear a striking resemblence to Xiahou Dun, the great general who served under the Wei forces during the Three Kingdoms era."

[Dante "the Vulture"]

Dante, walking past the old metro that was the rebel's base on his way to a teleportation booth out of the city, scratched the back of his neck and buttoned up his trench coat. It was getting so much colder, and his ears and fingers were always the first things to freeze in the cold. He needed his fingers to handle his guns, and he hated having cold ears, becuase they were so d**ned annoying.
He hurried along, eager to be back to his warm room, now. And to see if he could get those new enhancements of Yuber's. He hadn't been really paying attention to what was happening within the L.I.F., but something was coming, he could feel it. Tension was heavy in the air around the base, and all the al'lan seemed to think something might blow up.
Strange times, and they were probably going to get more strange as more time pasted. Well, the present was what mattered right then, and the future could throw anything his way, he would be ready with Yuber's new enhancements.
If he ever got back to Berlin. There at been so many distractions, recently. This time he was hell bend on going back.

[Huey P. Newton]

"Kith? You mean the operative in the Ministry of Terror who let the Dayspring android slip way back when?" Huey asked, remembering reading some reports on that.

"I'm surprised Lin-Sat let him back, but I heard he was well liked."

[Xiahou Dun]

"So I have been told. My parents named me for him." Dun straightens, books in his arms, "Where were you headed, sir?"

[Lady Violet]

"That is all correct. So, if you are looking for people within Red Infinity to talk to, you could go to him. Or there is Damascus. He is a depressed dragon and friendship would help him a great deal. You might also try talking to Valkoinen Joki, he too is a dragon and in need of companionship. You see, if you look, there are many in the party you can reach out to."

[Zhuge Liang]

"Ah, I see. I am currently headed to my office to review some maps. I haven't had much involvement in the Satsujin issue, so I am working on the weaknesses of other organizations. At the moment I have been investigating the weaknesses of the Feminist group on the Virgin Islands, although I am as of yet unsure if they will become a threat."

[Huey P. Newton]

"Well... Valkoinen and I met and he seems a bit-" Huey paused, thinking of the right word. "Well, there's no polite way to put this, but he gives me the creeps... something about him is just very anti-social.

"Thanks for the help though, Lady Violet. We seriously have to get lunch when we don't have anything pressing for a change-all work and no play makes me Dr. Murdock." Huey said with a half smile.

[Sasha Kropotkin]

I'm drowning, in nothing. Nothing real. Nothing left. Nothing.
The air is thick, and heavy. Something is weighing down on me.
Simona?
Simona? Is that you? Who's there?

No one.

Nothing.

What's this? a light? A light in the distance? But it's... So very dim... I can't... I can't see... i'm so cold. i can't breathe. dont... please dont go... i dont want to die... dont let them take me... please...

simona... where are you... im so scared...

Where are you?
...where are you?
...where are you...
...where are you...

Are you running away again? You killed her, and you still haven't accepted this? You raped that woman, and you killed Simona.

just... go away... please...

[Erika "Zwei" Faust]

I simply glance at Despair, I can't face him anymore. It seems that the android that I loved truly is dead, and now only a shell remains. Even Zwei was more emotional than him! "I have been given special instruction to spy on the rebels, that is my current assignment."

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

"Ah, I'm sorry I missed Erika... I'll have to be a little less vacant." I say, scratching my head. The tea pot begins to whistle.

"Would you like some tea?" I ask in an unintentionally English accent. "Or perhaps a scone, my good man?"

[Lady Violet]

"We can do lunch whenever you like. We can meet again tomorrow to discuss the "Secret Garden" project. Until then, it was nice talking." I return to my office and get to work planning our newest project.