Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20150423015312/@comment-24852191-20150506223214


 * Meanwhile, at the moon. J'Mal's ships are drilling into the moon's surface with their plasma energy projectors. Around the excavation site, in a ring, J'Mal has set up a formidable defense made up of several fortifications and anti air/ship plasma batteries. J'Mal is aboard the Aspect of Faith, on the bridge. He grows restless as he has been unable to form any alliances with any of Johnathon's enemies.

J'Mal: Why? Why does no one come to my aid?

Ship Master Shav V'Lamee: They are frightened, to death, of our glorious might!

J'Mal: Hold your tongue and speak not unless it is with care. Johnathon has many enemies. Why have they not responded to such a chance to finish him.


 * J'Mal starts dreaming and wishing for the impossible.

J'Mal: What if that strange character joined us. What was his name? Ah yes, Zorath. The one who thinks he is a god. I do not believe he has the right to proclaim himself as one, but his assistance would be most appetizing. He does hate Johnathon with a deep passion, I think. Hm, yes....YES! Johnathon's days would be no more!


 * At about this point, Mal realizes what he's doing and snaps out of it. J'Mal turns to face V'Lamee.

J'Mal: Go! Send out another message and do not return until you have something to show for it!


 * V'Lamee simply bows his head and leaves the bridge. He walks through the dark purple corridors of the Aspect of Faith. Then, he enters one the ship's many communication centers and sends out another message to what ever evil entities lay waiting. Once done, V'Lamee stands, cross armed, in the center. He waits for what he believes will never happen.