Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20170711055926/@comment-26104528-20180110054650

"Ceb, are you still going on with the 'Director Cardamom' thing?" Cebada's roommate entered the scene with a cup of butter tea and a plate loaded with 3 fried eggs and a slab of beef. A pair of tactical sunglasses adorned his head and he still smelled like the bar from last night. Cheap liquor and cheaper lipstick. "Name's Bazz by the way." he quickly shook Edom's hand.

"By the way, you forgot this-" he pulled a flask out of his coat and slid it towards the knockoff. It looked like one of those flasks you buy at the airport at 200% markup what it would normally cost outside and on it was a hand-engraved Cardamom seed. Hardly the work of a master, the many scratches and sloppiness implied Cebada must have done this himself some time ago along with being a neat little homage to the real Trigo's shotguns and how much wear and tear they had been through.

The phony was just about to re-attach it to his belt, only for his face to change to dismay as it seemed a good deal lighter than it was earlier...He tried to imitate what he imagined was the actual enforcer's you are all going to die horribly face was, but probably ended up looking like a 5-year old when he didn't get the exact color gumball he wanted from the machine.

"Hair-of-the-dog, you know..." Bazz shrugged as he started wolfing down his steak.

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"So tell us, how's the front in Vacuo holding?" Dorjiasked as he pulled away and down the road while Sangfroid could just barely be heard huffing through his nose. "I still think McNally is right. We should pull out of all international markets."

"Dorji; a few gang attacks and a bunch of punk teenagers are not worth leaving the kingdoms over."

"It's not just that, Sangfroid. Haven't you been keeping up with the reports?"

"No, Dorji. I've been in the hospital." he answered facetiously.

"Then ask yourself; what gang of quote-unquote punk teenagers stockpile enough arms and armor to conquer small countries?" the driver asked, referring to the sheer amount of equipment found during the Hiest that Azzie and Fritz were involved in a few weeks back. "what gang of punk teenagers have schematics that look like they came from OHI's labs?" he asked again, referring to a blueprint for a mech arm turned in by one of Flagg's newest recruits and a defector from Master's Realm, Osiris Senjenadam. The arm's scale and power looked in-line with similar products of Oceanus Heavy Industries; one of Flagg's competitors and another one of the Sahali Supercorporations.

"I still think our best strategy is let them come to us; they think they're invincible. So did the Ibaalins. Look at history." Dorji reffered back to the tried-and-true Sahali strategy of baiting thier brutish and bloodthristy enemies into ambushes and obviously stacked fights during the war or allowing the enemy to gain the upper hand and neglect a flank just long anough for a well-placed cavalry charge, artillery strike, or battleship bombardment.

"And I say we stand up to them now, make an example before anyone else gets any bright ideas..." like many operators in the Sahali school of thought, revenge was never a personal pursuit of anything; it was a tool. An undertaking meant to show anyone who may have been observing that the person taking revenge was not to be trifled with. Personal feelings, especially the strong ones, were less of a motivator and more of a distraction. So much so that there was a saying attributed to it: When a Sahali forgives you is when you truly keep your guard up; they've let go of thier anger and are now thinking clearly.