fallenambitions | [Action/Voice] 007

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[It's late at night, late enough when most people are asleep. Alexei is one of those people...or well, was. His journal had been placed aside, but it can still pick up sounds. Roughly it picks up someone violently waking up. Alexei found himself wandering into memories he didn't like to recall. They were quick flashes, but his moments before, during and after his death were continually bombarding him. Not exactly a very happy dream. So rather then roll over and just go back to bed, he's going stay awake for a while, maybe distract himself by looking through the journal.

It's been strangely quiet here in apartment 15 of CB1. It now lacked one occupant that used to reside in the room next to Alexei. It's a sickening remainder that staying here was still only temporary. Maybe that's why his own death was haunting him tonight. And now Casey was truly lost to history again. Not exactly a major loss when she had been dead for ten years to him. Reminiscing about the past seems to have become regular occurrence for him now. Being stuck in one place and not even having a job to keep oneself busy can lead a mind astray. Especially right now...when he has no other direction laid out for him but death the moment he leaves. He closes his journal. Listening to others has even lost it's charm.

He needed to find something else to get his thoughts together, find somewhere to go. Out of this apartment...or maybe even out of the village itself. Yes, just for a few days he'll get out of this stuffy village and explore the terrain outside. He hasn't quite done that yet, anything to keep him from sitting around right now. It just left him feeling anxious. Right, so that's the plan, prep for the trip and then leave when he's ready, most likely for the mountains and beyond that. There's only so much of the same forest one can deal with.

It's too late/early to gather supplies, but he puts together anything he would need that he already had. Wasn't much to pack really...and he wanted to get out of the apartment now. There is one place in this village he could go to for a while. He puts on his uniform...but bypasses on getting all of his armor on. He doesn't think he'll be there for very long and it's not worth it. His waist plate, and his sword will do just fine. Once he leaves, he's heading for the mikan orchard. It's been a long time since he was last there, around the time after the family experiment. He finds a spot under a tree and sits. Sure enough, the strange calming effect it had on him happened again, almost meditative.

He takes a deep breath and then pulls his journal out again. The thing he was pondering and about to ask, was more to himself then to anyone in particular.]

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What did you strive for back home? Your goals and did you ever achieve them? Anything that you would bet your own life to see happen? ...Or is there something right now that you would give your life up for?

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Short little critters with sharp spines and bad attitudes! One in particular, Sonic, has been a thorn in my side for many years! [And yet somehow, Eggman misses him right now.]

...You have problems with an animal. [Does Eggman hear himself talk about Sonic?]

And nothing you've done has been able to stop this Sonic?

Not yet! But that's because Sonic is no ordinary animal! He has super speed and spines that can cut through metal! Not to mention wit a guile to boot! [Eggman might betray a slight hint of admiration here.]

But of course, my designs improve with each passing day! Once I finally destroy Sonic, I'll be able to conquer the world!

I see now.

And all of your creations are focused primarily on creating an army?...As in an army of robots?

Not only an army of robots, but battleships, space stations and all manner of devastating weaponry! Baaa ha ha ha!

[...Now we're getting somewhere.]

I would love to see the specs for some of your designs. Designing war machines was one of my specialties back home. Of course I'm willing to share some of mine, but I'm afraid they might seem primitive to you.

[Cause if Eggman is talking space stations...his world never went anywhere near space travel yet.]

Really? As you no doubt know, everything I had was left behind when these stupid Malnosso took me. Most of my designs are top secret, of course, but I could draw up a few things if you're interested in seeing them.

Yes, I'm aware. Whatever you feel comfortable sharing. It's a shame such ideas probably can't be built with the limited resources we have here.

They might have helped with this war we're dealing with.

The war with the Third Party?

Yes...if only they could make an exception. It would be towards the cause afterall.

[If only that was a loophole. Being able to build something would be nice.]

Ho ho! Of course it would. Though if I had the resources to build a sizeable force of robots, I know for sure it wouldn't be the third party I was targeting!

[And that is why you can't build.]

[Eh, this place could use some chaos.]

You want to take over this place? Or perhaps send them to the other organization keeping us here?

This place, so far, doesn't seem to have any merit. If I had my Egg Fleet, I'd use it to crush those Malnosso wimps and take their technology! With it, I have no doubt I'd be able to work out a way to send myself home in no time - and with the Malnosso's "shifting" technology mine to command!

Hm. I doubt you'll ever see the Egg Fleet now, after they hear this.

Somehow, I doubt they'd allow me the luxury of commanding a battle fleet anyway! Ba ha ha! Had they the power to bring in my Egg Carrier battleship, I doubt they'd even have a Third Party problem!

Still, I heard a rumour that they do allow draftees to use some of their own tech in battle!

Don't underestimate the Third Party.

It's not a rumor, although there is a limit of what is allowed.

Don't underestimate my battle fleet! Even if the Third Party were to disable it with their shifts, it's not exactly wise to cut the engines of a flying ship the size of a city!

Ho ho! Do you know the limit? Not that I want to be drafted, but if I did, having my mech would be handy!

I'm sure you could probably get away with a few mechanical assistance. I think it depends on the size of the object you require. Anything too large, they will likely refuse it.

[...] It has just crossed my mind that we haven't properly introduce ourselves during this conversation. My name is Alexei by the way.

Splendid! I'll be sure to ask them for a few things. That is, after I crush them like bugs, of course.

Pleased to meet you, Alexei. I am Doctor Eggman. [He'd follow that up with "world's greatest scientist" or some such, but he's pretty much made that all clear by now.]