Not my finest, mostly because I know there were a few pieces that were in my head that I failed to get down. I thought this post up like a week ago more or less and some of it faded. Still like it though
To clarify
-Saraph left with a “I’ll be watching speech”
-El presidente had escaped with Cass Quin Higgins Fraga Mercy’s alt Pyro etc
-Presidente made a speech but got shot at the end
Pres had been established with the heroes and we’d discussed this in a pm. Hopefully nobody minds cuz well that would totes kill the awesomeness lol
every step calculated, every trigger pull premeditated
Sara wanted so desperately to just start throwing punches at this guy. However her perceptive eyes caught a click glimpse of her sister on the screen. That brief flicker of an image behind Volturie had solidified the position Sara had to take. Behind her was Oliver prepared to fight if need be, meanwhile not to far off was Light on the heroes right. Lastly near by was Amaranth and his allies of potent potential. The sight of Taylor told Sara what perhaps should have been obvious. Sighing in frustration and reaching for a stick of bubblegum to unwrap she spoke. “The soldiers police and metas the heroes of these people are fighting the criminals. Those who aren’t are after the source of it all” she pointed at Volturie. “See you come in with agro smashin ya way to dominance. You instigated anarchy and anarchists followed. You say you’re here to strengthen the people but you perform a deed that threatens its strongest protectors. Maybe your right for leadership maybe ya aren’t but your methods were reckless. Be warry how you continue this, kill the other insurrectionists you look like a traitor. Let them go free and you look like a monster. I myself ugh as much as it irritates me won’t fight you. See I don’t know about our friends here strength wise but I know you and I would bring only destruction. I wan’t to protect this world not see it in a cross fire. That said, I will be around fortifying the ones who crave revolution. Should you fail to save these people I will be their guardian angel their seraphim and you will be the target of a righteous wrath. Tread wisely king of the Mexican Dictatorship.” And with that the alluring blond walked off to meet up with the forces she’d allied herself with not so long ago. Hopefully Quintus and the rest were doing well.
Tiaxcalantongo 9:33 AM the Following day
"target acquired"
Provided devices from the Knightfall’s allowed the translation to any needed language. The president of Mexico then proceeded to make his speech. One woman in the distance already had such a device and was in perfect position as she listened.
“This city is known for the coup of Agua Prieta where president Rodolfo Herrero was slain in a coup. What better then this sight of revolution then to propose my own? I know I am not a great man I may not even be the right man for this. I was elected though by you and done so with reason. So it is that at the end of this dark day that I pledge my best efforts to you once more. The people need not be warriors, not soldiers, not revolutionaries. Most of you are just people and should enjoy the natural privileges of life. While I support anyone willing to help the rebellion I do not expect it of you. A child should play with his friends not take up an AK47. A loving wife should provide for her family like she wishes not have to learn how to cook explosive powders. So long as I live I shall provide safety for all that I can. So long as I live I will fight for your right to have choice.”
“Who is this man to come in destroying our homes? Who is he to claim ownership of our land? Who is he to know what is best for you? Who is he to slay our soldiers? Who is he to ruin our families? Who is he to decide who we are?”
“I am not always right in my calls but I never seek to destroy your home. Our Casas are where our hearts are. Who would I be if I stepped on our hearts? For years we’ve fought for our independence for our land. Would I not be the enemy if I just called these lands mine? It’s daunting to me how people often think they know what is best for another. Call me crazy but are you not the one with the stomach that growled, are you not the one who knows your style, are you not the one who knows your limits, are you not the one who knows your interests? Nobody should tell you how to be you but you yourself. A soldier takes up arms usually to defend what he loves, if we love what that man or woman does should we gun that soldier down? I find it a contradiction that a man who claims to have you in mind would end people dear to you who protect you. Independence is the right to self and I will not stand on my feet proudly until I know my people have that! For you are my lovers, my brothers, my friends, my sisters, my sons, my daughters. You define who I am and so long as I breath I will not stop inciting revolution for your prosperity. For I love these lands and it’s people. I breathe for you. Those who crave the lives you have continue. Those who wish to insure the rights of your loved ones raise a fist and step up with me! Still your El Presidente! We shall unite with all willing, a more strong and free world we want. We will rebel, resist and revolt! We Shall Bring A New World Order!”
The brain matter splashed along the various heroes behind the president. From the archers, to the blond up and coming heroin to the legendary Knightfalls. Some people witnessing the assassination burst into panic running for their lives. Others yelled and shook their fists. Some people cried, others yelled in defiance. A martyr was born that day. Someone to be remembered in the history books for his greatness. And while the ‘shot heard around the world’ was years ago. Someone believed she just fired the Shot That Would Change The World. And was with that shot the satisfied Taylor vanished into the crowd. She was unseen and unknown, but another move had been made in her calculated game. Flawless execution just as she intended.
Everything is but a planned step in something greater
Taylor sat on an Apache Helicopter that flew over the ashy smoke clouded skies of Mexico. War had come to the nation and it was ill prepared for such a danger. Tanks and mortal man were not equivalent to monsters mutants and demigods. Below her were the streets ravaged by conflict, cannon shells and gunfire the symphony of the people. Screams and cries of mercy echoed through the streets of a condemned local. War feeds the ambitions of man and in it’s wake only two kinds of people tended to be forged. The people who were devils in human clothing thinking they were in the right, and the humans who thought themselves to be aspiring devils. There was no salvation for these people, not because nobody could stand up to the enemy. But rather because it didn’t seam the world had the unity to do so.
The people most known for saying “will send are sons and daughters to war for you” was America. But America was being governed by a blind man who did nothing. Perhaps not in a figurative sense either. Other nations in part had no time to care, to many threats brewing that needed containment. Taylor had contemplated trying to change this. That however had many variables, guiding and manipulating was a hard art. And the infinite bombshell didn’t know if she had the right brush to perform such a piece. This game of hers was something of great balance and execution, most would be baffled by how thought out her every actions were. To become a leader of any nation for her would be like playing the flawless note of a concert that moved a crowd to tears. It wasn’t impossible but a challenging endeavor. For the moment Taylor was the simple overseer of the events in play.
It was perhaps impossible to know how the events would go, the future was not a full proof thing. A single misstep could change the outcome, but unlike most Taylor at least saw every step and misstep to come. And she could adapt to the circumstance with subliminal ease. She was not like her sister, Taylor could be broken with ease she was but Mortal flesh and bone. Unlike her sister though she had senses and perception unmatched. For the time she thought herself a street level, but she knew also the truth. She was one of the people with the best odds against any foe. For competing with the tyrannosaurus of tactical tenacity was like playing with someone who may be a hundred steps ahead of the others.
Hanging up the phone Taylor moved a golden piece onto the chess board that was designed to look like her sister. A natural chess unit of gold was before her. The king was the seemingly ‘resurrected’ Quintus. On the opposite side of her was a man masked by shadows. His appearance impossible to tell. His chess pieces were designed in the image of the attackers. Contrary to a natural set however almost all his pieces were just pawns. But there was an additional row of units. A symbolic interpretation of the Mexico assailants. In the eyes of Taylor and her allie that was what the attacking side was. Not an elaborate force, just one that didn’t have much room to breach through. These silver forces were topped with a king and queen in the visage of Taylor and the man in front of her. But what he didn’t know was that in this game it was the queen that had to fall to win, not the king.
“Blinded is this world. Composed of false idols and arrogant fools” remarked the cloaked ambiguous figure.
Taylor lifted the glasses of hers and smiled. “Man has created but a single creature, one living entity. Man will never be god for instead of making homo sapiens man made war. A foul beast forged of hate and greed. There is no greater diplomacy then war. But it is the monster one can’t remove from beneath the bed.”
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