General Chang

[The Spanish vessel has come to dock. Her captain, General Chang, is a man not to be crossed and enjoys himself a little too much for him to quite fit in with his Naval colleagues. He's a fan of Shakespeare and will enjoy trolling the English most of all.

He grins.]

Ah! We dock here once more. Tell me, does the Barcaza's Commodore still dwell upon this isle?

What news?

This month is the Klingon month Soo'jen or 'Glory'. It is perhaps fitting that I should meet my other self in such a month. He did glory to his people and those who he encountered upon those ship.

Each attempt to strip his Klingon honour away from him was repelled and he found honour in resistance. Honour here, I find, is thin on the ground. There are few enemies to fight, beyond those childish to believe that a tantrum against our Exalted Admiral will gain them points or fear is a valued weapon where amnesia is common and ennui more so.

Death has no meaning. And I mean not in the human sense of the meaning of death, yes, I see the oblivion as much as a human or Vulcan or Time Lord would, but it is a mere shutdown, not unlike what an AI might experience should you deactivate it, but that is not meaning.

It is so limited. It pays no respect to the life led before it, reducing it to mere automatic functions to be reset if it 'malfunctions'.

I have never felt the desire to simply vanish before I arrived in this place.

In that other ship, there were enemies. True injustices to be fought, honour existed in the hearts of those inmates, it made them strong, powerful. Vital. Each of their deaths had meaning. Each smile, each act of generosity, had meaning.

I share my former warden's enthusiasm [Enthusiasm, blood lust, same difference, right?] to return, if only to restore meaning to my own existence, regardless of the death stolen from me.

It has given me a purpose.

[Filtered away from Sexby]

I do not expect understanding on this matter. I can only say that a soldier forms an attachment to his weapon, it is part of his identity, to hold a weapon, to defend with it, to make it an extension of self. Sentimental perhaps, but nonetheless a strong feeling.

We all know of Sexby, of his crimes, but of the man beyond them. Perhaps this version is a unpolished man, one given to baser instincts but we know him, even if this youth has not known us.

I have thus deemed him suitable to bear a blade. I am no warden, but I am a general. A warrior does not wield a weapon carelessly, particularly in a place unknown to him. Do not remove it. I warn you only as a courtesy.

[Chang has managed to evade capture. Thanks to the convo with Coyo earlier, he prepared by doing a little recon and forming a plan of attack. Not that he's keen to avoid his eventual fate, he just wants to get some fighting in first. He'll be in the Temple of Doom by the end of the day, but maybe he just wants to get them to call him brother before he does. It's an idle thought.

So he's being hiding in whatever holes he can find and picking the brothers off. Of course, they come back to life, but really that just makes it all the more interesting. In fact, he has managed to kill one of them permanently, a particularly stubborn one, and he was slightly peckish and what better midbattle snack than the heart of your enemy? Not that he's going to volunteer this information, but if you ask, he might tell you.

The video shows blackness. Then there's a scraping sound and a flash that lights him up briefly. Those quick to adjust will see that he's covered in blood, much of it not his own (it's not pink), and that he's sharpening his blade. Thanks, Aleera! This is confirmed when he does it again.

He seems pretty content.]

I have set my life upon a cast, and I will stand the hazard of the die. And today is a good day to die! [Lookit, he made a pun. This is how happy you've made him Coyo, he's even chuckling!]

[General Chang is still General Chang, if retired. Man has lived a full life to the service, lost an eye and had shrapnel disfigure him and retired to live in a nice quiet village with his NPC wife.]

It's been a while since we've had something of such colour in our town. Welcome newcomers. Tell me what of interest have you brought us?