“Pfft, dude! If she said the character wasn’t a robot, then cyborgs count right as well, I’m sure! You should go with basic questions first!”
Starscream briefly mistakes one of Kumagawa's screws for Chibi-Robo. Happening to be near Vert, he crosses his arms as he watches Kumagawa & Elliot's verbal battle.
"Well, would you look at that, a little viewpoint one-on-one. I suppose a few flapping mouths would suffice for some entertaining moments, depending on the direction this goes, and I believe that the current direction is rather engrossing."
"I don't understand. Are we seeking a traitor among our ranks by asking these questions? A heretic? An alien?"
Titus instinctively raised his bolter and scanned the room for signs of panic among it's inhabitants, with an inquisitive glare.
"They cannot hide forever, whoever this female is."
"A. . .game?"
The warrior sounded more intrigued than he did angry or irritated. Within the Ultramarines, the word 'game' translates to a rarely-used metaphor for battle strategems and chapter tactics, or bloody sparring matches between battle-brothers to fine-tune their combat skills and develop their resistances to pain and injury. To Titus, actual, human games were things played by tiny, undisciplined children and snobbish nobles who behave much like children anyway.
The captain silently elected to observe, planning his chainsword into the floor and staring at the group, expecting them to start fighting.
"This seems foolish. How can you spar in clothing?"
"Hmm... might be something to do to get through the waiting." Meceliss said before looking at Titus. "They're no combat involved in this." Meceliss said to him before pondering to herself. "Does anyone play Pazaak?" The Mirialan asked.
The Mirialan shoots the man a glare for a moment "It's not about finding traitors. I believe it's to get to know each other. And what's your problem with non-humans?""I don't understand. Are we seeking a traitor among our ranks by asking these questions? A heretic? An alien?"
Titus instinctively raised his bolter and scanned the room for signs of panic among it's inhabitants, with an inquisitive glare.
"They cannot hide forever, whoever this female is."
The Jedi nodded. "My name is Mizelia. From what I heard, you should be well known in the known Galaxy. Yet, I have never heard of you before. Care to tell me a bit about yourself? Taking we will be stuck here for an unknown amount of time. And should this not end up as most confrontations between Jedi and Sith. This might be helpful for both of us." Mizelia said to the Sith Lord. Her tone was still calm. Showing even some curiosity towards the Sith Lord. And as Vader thought, she apparently did not seem to know what position or situation she was in. Yet, this Jedi did not seem to have hostile intentions either.This was surprising, the Jedi came willingly to grovel at his feet. Did she not know or understand the position she was in?
"...Speak." Even so he was curious to hear what the Jedi had to tell him.
Much to the surprise of Titus himself, he seemed to visually relax at the sound of Vert's voice. Lowering his bolter, he'd sneer and holster the large rifle on his belt. "Games for children. But, there is not much else to be doing in this place, is there?"
Upon Vert's question, the space marine looked as if he hesitated to answer. Or, rather, he felt as if he did not need to answer her question because the answer was obvious just from looking at the man. A giant among men, clad in highly-advanced power armor sanctified in the hymns and cants of the Machine Cult and passed down for millennia among the upper echelons of the Ultramarines. An icon of the Emperor's angels of death, the Adeptus Astartes - the Space Marines. His eyes were steely and barren from generations of death, destruction and bloody battle upon the many war-torn worlds of the Imperium of Man. Yet, his voice sounded like it only barely phased him, for it is his purpose to fight and kill in the name of Mankind.
Above all else, he looked so very tired. Not physically tired for fatigued - for that is physiologically impossible for him due to his implants - but truly tired. Weary and tattered from a centuries of war.
"I am Captain Titus, of the UItramarines 2nd Company," Titus stood tall and spoke officially, but the facade faded when he glanced down at Vert and solemnly nodded. "War and battle in the Emperors name, yes. It is my duty."
❝ I'm only playing along because there's nothing else to do here. Being bored as all hell sucks. ❞ Flower was blunt and frank with her response. She didn't know why some people were perceiving the question game as something actually serious.
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