Megaman - Tuesday, January 02, 2001, 8:40 PM
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Virginia

The Battlefield of Gettysburg. Somehow, someway, still preserved entirely. Radical historians likely had a hand in it. Thus, admist the quiet crowds, the immense form of the General stands. He stares quietly over the expanse of the old, restored town, the grassy fields, wheatfields and ridges. Places where, some two hundred years ago, men fought bravely for causes both sides felt just. Their leaders now flow within the mind of the Repliforce Commander. The titan bows his head slowly as he stands, the people looking up at him in complete awe and silence. Some back off, others remain.

Twila's currently unaware of what brought her here to this site, this landscape. All she knows is she had to get away...if at least for a little while. Dressed within her full gear as a medic it's possibly discerned she had come from the field recently if one where to make the assumption. She makes her way through some of the tributes given to the soldiers of old who fought brother against brother when it seemed this nation was to be torn asunder. It is here she finds a familiar form among within the midst of these passer-bys and allows a small smile. She approaches him offering a salute of...poorly done by military standards...but it's done anyway. "Greetings, General."

Ballade approaches this ancient field of battle, the golden horns on his helmet gleaming in the sunlight. He only recently learned of this place. A place where brother fought brother. So he comes, finding it a strangely appropriate location. For Zero, ProtoMan and Rock are his brothers, in a strange way, and he does battle with them. Even more, he honors these soliders for their loyalty, their willingness to slay their brothers. He spots the form of the General, and stops.

"Many men...Gave their lives upon this soil," murmers the General gently, though the words can be heard for quite a distance due to his size and amplified voice. "Men that have brought us to where we stand this day. Without their sacrifice, there would have been no 'United' States of America. I would have no home - no Freedom to fight for." He nods his head slowly, very slowly, then looks down at Twila. He rears his hand up in a returned salute, not minding the sloppier attempt by the human girl, "Greetings to you, Ms. Peterson." His voice is sad, clearly disturbed in tone, "What brings you here, to this sea of blood that has long since dried up, though the stains remain."

Ballade considers the General's words, the booming voice easily carrying to where the violet Elite Master stands, arms folded across his chest. No, he things, what was fought here was a battle for supremacy. Not a battle for this 'Freedom'. People are not meant to be free - they are meant to be ruled by the powerful and intelligent. As the General waxes poetic, he allows himself a very small smile, revelling in the image of seas of blood. Perhaps the earth will be so drenched.

Upon hearing the Repliforcer Commander's tone the smile fades and her features soften. "Mainly to think on some things while there's a minor lull in activity," she responds while lowering her arm. "Not one of my usual choices I admit. But just felt the need to visit...least for a little while." She pauses and then asks, "Yourself?"

General closes his eyes, "Major Sentinel spoke to me earlier this evening ... He has concerns over the actions of the Maverick Hunters. Disturbed though it makes me, I can only pray that those that detest us will not have their way. Our alliance, though loose, is necessary." A sigh rumbles from him as he looks up at the night sky, "We must not ... Fight one another. Not as this country did."

Ballade blinks. His composure cracks for just an instant. The Repliforce... and Maverick Hunters. Fighting? He taps his chin, and grins nastily. "Oh, this is too good to be true..." He speaks it softly, musing to himself. The Doctor will love to hear about this posibility. Friction among one's enemies is always to be welcomed. If the Repliforce and Hunters fight, it might give the Masters an opportunity to teach the Maverick's a lesson.

"No, we musn't. 'Divided we fall'," Twila quotes as she shifts her weight. Her gaze trails the various memorials of the long-ago battle before turning it back upward towards the titan. "I know of some instances as well, although mostly fellow Hunters. Although, all it does is spark animosity and make work harder between both groups," she openly muses. "Rock---" She catches herself then. She's so used to calling the Hunter leader by his first name. "Commander X is trying."

General nods his head slowly and looks down to Twila again, "I am sure of this ... Quite sure indeed, and your words only confirm it." He manages a smile, "Thank you, Ms. Peterson. I believe I may retire in peace." He raises his hand in salute to her again, "You do the same, if possible."

Twila returns the gesture in kind, with as much sincerity. "Thank you. God be with you, Sir."

General says, "Indeed... God go with you as well, Ms. Peterson." Thus said, he moves off...