Re: How Did You Feel When You Learned The Truth?
George: Yeah, why do you call me Agon and who are you?
Qui suis-je?
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George: Yeah, why do you call me Agon and who are you?
Sortilegus: You are a construct of protoplasm and plasma. Thus you are an Agon, the name given to your species by the Sator Totus.
As for me... I am Sortilegus, fourth generation of the Bestia.
George: (blinks) Okaayy... Eh... What is my purpose?
Sortilegus: Your kind was originally created to control the Nex Addos, when they were in there younger years. Sator Totus created a copula between your species and theirs.
George: I meant what is my purpose? What do I have to do?
Sortilegus: (hisses at George)
Ardeo: Do not raise your voice, human... this creature is very fragile and the questions you ask him must be very precise.
George: What is my destiny?
Validus: (enters the room)
(looks at Sortilegus)
s**t.
Sortilegus: (says something in Kilish to Validus)
Validus: Why you little runt!
(lunges towards Sortilegus)
Ardeo: (stops Validus)
Validus: (glares at Sortilegus) Lucky sucker... should have done away with you years ago.
Sortilegus: Same for you, Addo.
Valdius: (looks at Ardeo) I don't want to know why he's back... I'm just going to get Commander and tell her that the little Demon from Hell is here.
Sortilegus: (hisses at Validus)
Validus: (hisses back) (as he leaves) We can always make another one of you.
Sortilegus: (shakes head shamefully) You were asserting something, Agon?
George: What is my destiny?
Sortilegus: Ah, yes... your kind has always asked me that question... give one moment.
(makes a small buzzing sound)
Oh, my...
George: (waits patiently)
Sortilegus: Your archives are fasinating... might I ask where you originated?
George: I don't know. But I think my soul was borned on Naboo.
Sortilegus: (continues to make a buzzing sound) You seem to be extremely hostile...
George: (stays silent)
Sortilegus: Your purpose... yes... I'm obtaining it.
(to himself) Yes... I see... interesting...
(looks at George) It seems you are very important to the Nex Abbo... you seem to be placed as a Recro in their ranks, and you play an great role in their Salus... as does an ally of yours.
Maioribus: What!? Him, a Recro!? Your archives must be fasle... he's nothing more than a Caro. Look at him!
Sortilegus: I must say he lacks the control of a Agon, and he seems to have obtained no approval from your kind as a Recro useally does.
Proprius: He is inferior... we will not look up to something that is weaker than we.
Sortilegus: I will search the archieves again... but the Regina has approved my data.
George: (dry smile)
Ardeo: The human is not as weak as you think, brothers.
Fortis: He is inferior, Ardeo... weak, pathetic!
Sortilegus: Oh, my... it seems I've created quite a disturbance. This must be dealt with. (places his hands together as he hums some kind of chant)
(suddenly a lightning like force strikes the Vertos bodies causing them to fall on their knees)
Maioribus: (grunts)
Sortilegus: (looks at Ardeo) Are you all right, Proeliator?
Ardeo: What the hell was that for!?
Sortilegus: I cannot have uprising within the ranks of the Nex Abbo... the Regina would be most displeased.
Fortis: (stands up) He is right... (offers Ardeo his hand) I will admit that the fleshling is not weak, but he is still inferior.
Ardeo: (accepts Fortis hand)
(stands up)
Sortilegus: (looks back at George) Now... as I was alleging.
George: Please continue...
Sortilegus: The Proeliator seems to have gained some respect for you... but that still does not explain why you are not of Agon plasma.