General Chang

[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!]

[Chang is back in the comfortably (for him anyway) warm and musty and dark cell/cabin and he's back in his uniform. His expression is grave.] To be or not to be.

They were neither and both.

Some of them fell as no doubt their scientists were careless and mutilators. Vile and disgusting, cruel to be kind, researchers and doctors.

Others died in battle, glorious battle, I do not weep for them, they left nothing but shells behind. Waste. We cannot expect honour from microbes.

That planet must be quarantined.

Is this Admiral so capricious as to not leave a warning buoy behind?

[Video shows us a dark, rusty looking room. The vaguest shapes of a man can been seen through the gloom and he's not best pleased.]

Tell me. [His voice is as sugary sweet as a Klingon's gets, that is he's smiling a shark's kind of smile but his voice is smooth and seductive.] What trickery is this?

Beaming me out before my death, hmm?

You should profane the service of the dead? [Tuts and waves his finger as if to a small child and leans forward into the light.] Tell me how my healing was done?