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#KoboldGotDatPHD
#ThisKoboldIsTooSmart
But dear Gaben the dude should just strangle the stupid reptile right here while he's busy babbling on about his "Oh woe is me, dear rival. I am immortal, all-powerful, and hyper-depressed, so I'm going to blast both of us straight to h#ll! Capiche?" and avoid a drawn-out fight altogether.
This is the smartest Kobold to ever walk the face of whatever planet these two superpowered blokes happen to be on, btw.
Yes, I'm joking.
On a more serious note, this is pretty cool, you should really continue it.
Firstly, Kobold us just his name he IS one of the immortal beings.
Secondly, I can garuntee you with a 95% certainty that this isn't as cool as you think it is when put into context.
"Gents," she said, taking a seat between them.
"Ma'am," Amandla said, his eyes still on the map. Viper only nodded, before turning his eyes to the road again.
"I hope you boys aren't too shaken about losing Ranger."
Amandla smiled. "Not when we've gotten him back."
"Ah, you heard?"
"Information travels fast in the cell," Amandla said.
The commander shifted in her seat, and decided to keep up the conversation.
"We've got at least three hours to kill up here," she said. "I'll just go over the spiel I do with the rest of the newbies. Where did you lot come from?"
"Johannesburg, South Africa," Amandla said, the words rolling off his mouth.
"Martinique," Viper said. The elegant words sounded harsh and short coming from him.
"Any previous jobs before you joined up here?"
"Private contractor," said Viper.
Amandla mulled over his thoughts for a bit. "Police work, I think. Went on my fair share of operations. That's how I learned to use this." The man patted the large, jet-black sniper rifle that sat to his side.
"Any reason you got mixed up in all this?" the commander asked.
There was a bit of silence from both men. Either they were thinking, or they were scared shitless about their answers.
"Ah, come on," the commander said. "We've all got a goddamn reason for being here. Money, xenophobia, good suits, big guns."
"I was a private contractor," said Viper in a stiff, unyielding voice. He turned back toward the road. The commander guessed he wouldn't be participating in the conversation anymore.
Amandla spoke up. "Xenophobia. Now that reminds me."
"Reminds you of what?"
"You remember what EXALT's aim is. Uplifting the whole of humanity via alien technology."
"Yeah yeah, got that Aryan shit stuffed in my skull."
"But those words, commander," Amandla continued. "EXALT's definition of humanity differs from the definition many other people hold.
"Even when the aliens invaded, humanity still squabbled over that definition. Do you know there are still people who believe in apartheid? Isolated individauls, but individuals nonetheless who think a system that condoned the deaths and dehumanization of thousands, is better than what we have now – because to them, South Africans aren't human." Amandla let out a bitter chuckle. The commander only shifted, a bit uncomfortable. "Even our government is problematic, bowing down to divides made by money instead of race. Sifting the definition of human between the wretched criminals and the wretched poor. Our slogan, Amandla Awethu, my name, meant "power to the people", a promise that even our own people couldn't fulfill.
"EXALT, on the other hand, preaches and enforces its belief to improve all of humanity with guns and tenacity. To them, being human is being able to walk, talk, and know what two plus two means. Now, that is a cause I can get behind."
Pause. "That's… nice," the commander remarked.
Amandla smiled, and scratched the back of his head. "My apologies, commander. I know it was careless of me to rant like that, but you understand where I'm coming from, right?"
"To be honest, Amandla, I have no fucking clue."
"Yes, I'm joking."
Still doh, I think you should expand this, maybe even collab with someone. Heck, you're apparently bored, and it's a lot more productive then playing TF2 in most cases.
oi
No, but I can get one.
Yes, but there's nothing but shitty fanfiction far as the eye can see.