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themainframe2013-08-28 04:18 am
betrayalcutsdeep) wrote in themainframe2013-08-28 04:18 am
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Tenth Blade (Video...?)
*The video shown on the D-Terminals is not anything recorded in Terminal Tokyo, but another memory, evidently an old one.*
The scene is one of utter devastation. An entire city abandoned, weathered and crumbling from what must have been decades of abandonment. Here the rooftops are the best way to get around, and Jin, noticeably younger than the one in Terminal, leaps effortlessly between them until he spots another man, the only other living thing in the city. He lands silently on the roof and regards the other man for a moment, then shakes his head.
“I thought I might find you here, Commander.”
The commander, a man Jin's own height but slightly older with slicked back magenta hair, striking purple eyes and a sword hanging at his side turns with a frown that looks as if it never leaves his face.
“Uzuki. I'm surprised you came to visit this place.”
Jin smiles and walks forward to stand next to his elder. His tone is calm and vaguely nostalgic as he replies, “I might not have as personal a connection to this world as you, but it is still the birthplace of our people, is it not?”
“Heh...you would see it that way. You've always been the sentimental one.”
“You know, this isn't the best place to be making such accusations. Aren't you here for similar reasons?”
“Hmph, hardly. Just looking at it makes me sick.”
Jin reaches up to put a hand on his commander's shoulder with a sympathetic look.
“It displeases me as well...but isn't that why we both come here? To remind ourselves of what the Federation has already cost us and what devastation it may cause in the future should we fail to oppose them? There's no shame in mourning the loss of your home.”
The lighter haired man turns, pulling away from the hand on his shoulder.
“I agree that this serves as a potent warning about why we must not allow the Federation to continue to exist, but you're reading far too much into my visits. Now, we should return. I believe we both have preparations to attend to on Miltia tomorrow.”
*The video cuts briefly to a wide eyed Jin, then it moves on to the next memory.*
The next scene opens with Jin as the people of Terminal remember him standing in a metallic room, looking out a window into the emptiness of space. There's a man next to him, looking to be about his age and wearing a purple military uniform, trying to keep his eyes focused on the window but occasionally glancing at Jin instead, as if waiting for something.
After several moments of silence, Jin finally speaks, in a level tone tinged with disappointment.
“You see the light before you, correct? Once upon a time, that was the light of human will, which guided mankind to greatness. But now...now it's a cold, deceitful light that mankind nevertheless flocks to like so many moths, unaware that it's obscuring a dark pit of disaster. Every single person you've spoken to in your life before now is blinded by that harsh light, unable to see and realize their true potential as individuals.”
Jin turns from the window to look at the other man, his disappointed and almost angry tone giving way to one of pride and trust.
“But you, you're different, aren't you? You turn away from that distracting light and thus are able to see through their lies and to your true capabilities. That's why their attempts at Personality Reconditioning failed; you possess true independent will, an individuality that can't be suppressed or removed by mere technology. Your light shines true, but alone it can't compete with the false guide humans choose to follow. But together with others who have rejected that false comfort, the inviting doom, you could help to forge a new path for humanity that leads to a truly bright future, one that will cast a gentle light more inviting than any of their deceptive lanterns. What do you think, Cherenkov? Will you help us create a new light for humanity to follow?”
*For everyone else, that's the end of it. But on one specific D-Terminal belonging to Sosuke Aizen, one more scene plays out.*
This final scene is different. Rather than a quiet area with one other person, Jin is standing in what looks like a military control room with an older man who bears a striking resemblance to him, a shorter man yet to be put in a hoverchair and the purple eyed man from the other memory.
The man who resembles Jin is the first to speak, almost shouting in outrage.
“You aren't seriously considering this! The Asuras are still far too unstable. Using them would be as much a danger to our own people as our enemies!”
The brown haired man snorts, clearly unimpressed, and retorts, “They will serve our purpose. The Federation must not be allowed to get their hands on our research.”
The first man speaks again, even angrier than before.
“Is that all you care about?! Jin, you have authority here. Do something to stop this!”
Jin shakes his head, cupping his chin in his hand, and responds, “Actually, father, I think I agree with Dr. Sellers on this one. We must keep this planet out of the Federation's hands, no matter what the cost.”
Jin's father looks shocked, but before he can form a response, the final man interrupts, “The Asuras should be our last resort. If we use them now, we accept the fact that the people of this planet are a lost cause.”
Everyone in the room seems surprised by the statement and Jin's father turns to look at him.
“Commander Margulis?”
“Well, this is surprising.” Sellers responds, the first to form a proper reaction. “I wouldn't have expected you to disagree.”
Jin nods.
“Indeed. Commander...I know you don't like conceding defeat, but we can't deny our situation here. The lives of the people in this city are nothing compared to the freedom of our people.”
Margulis shakes his head, eyes cast slightly down.
“And how can we decide that so lightly? Are we really so certain in what we know that we can be so callous with the lives of our own people?”
Jin's father finally recovers from his shock and nods, the determination returning to his face.
“That's right. If you do this, you're condemning everyone who can't evacuate to certain death.”
Neither Jin's expression nor his tone waver as he responds with conviction, “And the alternative is allowing them to be controlled by the Federation. Death is the more merciful risk at the moment.”
The scene is one of utter devastation. An entire city abandoned, weathered and crumbling from what must have been decades of abandonment. Here the rooftops are the best way to get around, and Jin, noticeably younger than the one in Terminal, leaps effortlessly between them until he spots another man, the only other living thing in the city. He lands silently on the roof and regards the other man for a moment, then shakes his head.
“I thought I might find you here, Commander.”
The commander, a man Jin's own height but slightly older with slicked back magenta hair, striking purple eyes and a sword hanging at his side turns with a frown that looks as if it never leaves his face.
“Uzuki. I'm surprised you came to visit this place.”
Jin smiles and walks forward to stand next to his elder. His tone is calm and vaguely nostalgic as he replies, “I might not have as personal a connection to this world as you, but it is still the birthplace of our people, is it not?”
“Heh...you would see it that way. You've always been the sentimental one.”
“You know, this isn't the best place to be making such accusations. Aren't you here for similar reasons?”
“Hmph, hardly. Just looking at it makes me sick.”
Jin reaches up to put a hand on his commander's shoulder with a sympathetic look.
“It displeases me as well...but isn't that why we both come here? To remind ourselves of what the Federation has already cost us and what devastation it may cause in the future should we fail to oppose them? There's no shame in mourning the loss of your home.”
The lighter haired man turns, pulling away from the hand on his shoulder.
“I agree that this serves as a potent warning about why we must not allow the Federation to continue to exist, but you're reading far too much into my visits. Now, we should return. I believe we both have preparations to attend to on Miltia tomorrow.”
*The video cuts briefly to a wide eyed Jin, then it moves on to the next memory.*
The next scene opens with Jin as the people of Terminal remember him standing in a metallic room, looking out a window into the emptiness of space. There's a man next to him, looking to be about his age and wearing a purple military uniform, trying to keep his eyes focused on the window but occasionally glancing at Jin instead, as if waiting for something.
After several moments of silence, Jin finally speaks, in a level tone tinged with disappointment.
“You see the light before you, correct? Once upon a time, that was the light of human will, which guided mankind to greatness. But now...now it's a cold, deceitful light that mankind nevertheless flocks to like so many moths, unaware that it's obscuring a dark pit of disaster. Every single person you've spoken to in your life before now is blinded by that harsh light, unable to see and realize their true potential as individuals.”
Jin turns from the window to look at the other man, his disappointed and almost angry tone giving way to one of pride and trust.
“But you, you're different, aren't you? You turn away from that distracting light and thus are able to see through their lies and to your true capabilities. That's why their attempts at Personality Reconditioning failed; you possess true independent will, an individuality that can't be suppressed or removed by mere technology. Your light shines true, but alone it can't compete with the false guide humans choose to follow. But together with others who have rejected that false comfort, the inviting doom, you could help to forge a new path for humanity that leads to a truly bright future, one that will cast a gentle light more inviting than any of their deceptive lanterns. What do you think, Cherenkov? Will you help us create a new light for humanity to follow?”
*For everyone else, that's the end of it. But on one specific D-Terminal belonging to Sosuke Aizen, one more scene plays out.*
This final scene is different. Rather than a quiet area with one other person, Jin is standing in what looks like a military control room with an older man who bears a striking resemblance to him, a shorter man yet to be put in a hoverchair and the purple eyed man from the other memory.
The man who resembles Jin is the first to speak, almost shouting in outrage.
“You aren't seriously considering this! The Asuras are still far too unstable. Using them would be as much a danger to our own people as our enemies!”
The brown haired man snorts, clearly unimpressed, and retorts, “They will serve our purpose. The Federation must not be allowed to get their hands on our research.”
The first man speaks again, even angrier than before.
“Is that all you care about?! Jin, you have authority here. Do something to stop this!”
Jin shakes his head, cupping his chin in his hand, and responds, “Actually, father, I think I agree with Dr. Sellers on this one. We must keep this planet out of the Federation's hands, no matter what the cost.”
Jin's father looks shocked, but before he can form a response, the final man interrupts, “The Asuras should be our last resort. If we use them now, we accept the fact that the people of this planet are a lost cause.”
Everyone in the room seems surprised by the statement and Jin's father turns to look at him.
“Commander Margulis?”
“Well, this is surprising.” Sellers responds, the first to form a proper reaction. “I wouldn't have expected you to disagree.”
Jin nods.
“Indeed. Commander...I know you don't like conceding defeat, but we can't deny our situation here. The lives of the people in this city are nothing compared to the freedom of our people.”
Margulis shakes his head, eyes cast slightly down.
“And how can we decide that so lightly? Are we really so certain in what we know that we can be so callous with the lives of our own people?”
Jin's father finally recovers from his shock and nods, the determination returning to his face.
“That's right. If you do this, you're condemning everyone who can't evacuate to certain death.”
Neither Jin's expression nor his tone waver as he responds with conviction, “And the alternative is allowing them to be controlled by the Federation. Death is the more merciful risk at the moment.”