Paladin didn't smirk, smile, or take any visible pleasure in his actions as the first-generation Praetorian smacked him on the back and congratulated him. Whether he was being complimented or not Paladin was still visibly displeased with the hulking, armoured Praetorian for blocking the doorway on him in the first place. He didn't feel the need to look at the hulking Praetorian he had knocked down, frankly he didn't care a thing for him, and there wasn't going to be an apology coming from him anytime soon. Paladin nodded at the first-generation Praetorian as he went to his seat and sat down for the meeting. In the moments of silence that followed Paladin absent mindedly watched the hulking behemoth before glancing around at the team of Praetorians that had gathered together. They were an odd assortment of people as Paladin could tell. It was then that Paladin heard the clanking of the steel-toed boots approaching the room and quickly turned his attention to the door as the Captain of the ship and the Lord Commandant entered. Paladin rose from his seat quickly and gave a bow to the two as was customary when dealing with someone so high-in rank. As Sylvaria waved them off he made sure to take his seat and listen in to the rest of the meeting. He wasn't quite sure what this was all about yet. It was odd for all the Praetorians to be gathered together like this unless something big was going down. When the Lord Commandant begin to speak Paladin made sure to listen intently and smirked a bit as the Commandant made the comment that they should all know why they were gathered together like this. If that was the case than clearly the rest of the Praetorians had been privy to information that Paladin had not been. Paladin's smirk quickly drained away though as the Commandant glare passed over him, their was something intimidating enough in his eyes that had made Paladin's heart beat a bit fasted as he got a glimpse into the Commandant's glowing red eyes.
Paladin found himself staring at the Commandant as the Princess started to read their mission out to them. Paladin listened closely of course but there was a certain paranoia in his head that made him unable to keep his focus off the Commandant, he supposed that he feared the man and that fear was making him paranoid. The aura the man emitted was something violent and dark, it seemed to demand respect and fear all at once and did so almost impeccably. Paladin's attention finally split from the Commandant as the Princess started to speak about the ship 'The Bastion'. So they were going for a reconnaissance mission to figure out what happened to this ship? What an odd waste of the Praetorian project. Surely this many Praetorian's weren't necessary for such a mission, there had to be something else to it that they weren't tell them about. Paladin wouldn't dare believe that every Praetorian created out of the first and second generation projects were called upon for some reconnaissance mission whether it was an important one or not. His thoughts were quickly put aside though as the Princess and Commandant finished the briefing, Paladin stood on his feet again as he bowed to the two well they made their exit from the meeting. Paladin's heart started to beat slower now as the Commandant exited the room, his aura lasting only a moment behind him before disappearing along with him into the hallway. Paladin let out a heavy breath of relief as he sat back down into his chair. Sitting comfortably in his seat he decided to ask the question he was sure no one else was going to ask. Maybe they considered the reason that they had been fed earlier sufficient enough for an explanation as to why so many of them were gathered together for such a mission but Paladin on the other hand did not. He turned his attention to Graves as he spoke up.
"Sir. Maybe it isn't my place to ask but I want to know why w-" Suddenly he was cut off as a metallic hand wrapped around his throat and lifted him off of his chair. He felt oxygen escape from his lungs as the hulking man squeezed down on his throat. The last of the oxygen in his lungs yanked out of him as he was slammed hard against the wall and gagging sounds escape from his mouth. His heart beat much faster than before as time seemed to slow down to a snail's pace. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as the thought of dying crossed his head. He could hear the hulking Praetorian speak but only barely over the sound of his heart beating loudly against his chest, he grabbed a hold of the Praetorians wrist trying to get him to let go but his grip was too weak. Then just like that it was over as the Praetorian threw him against the ground. A sudden pain vibrated through his body as a thud echoed in the room from his hard landing against the floor. He breathed heavily as he tried to capture as much air as possible but it seemed he had breathed in to much and managed to make out a choked cough well he lifted himself up on his hands and knees. The fear of death had consumed him and that fear started to generate the only reaction Paladin thought appropriate, complete and utterly blind anger. He got to his feet slowly as a grim expression crossed his face and he kept his eyes focused downwards as not to make eye contact with anyone else in the room. His heart seemed to beat faster and faster, it seemed like it was on the verge of exploding in his chest, as he lifted his chair up off the ground and placed it back how it was before. He held onto it as murderous thoughts crossed his mind. He could attack with the chair and aim for the man's head but the coward had sought fit to come to the meeting armed in his Praetorian armour. Swinging the chair wouldn't do the trick and sure Paladin was much stronger than the hulking Praetorian because of his second-generation status but even his strength wasn't enough to beat him in his armour. He could go to his room well he slept and put a blade in his eye. Yes that would be the perfect solution he thought! There was a moment of silence as he planned it all out in his head before a voice broke the silence.
"Jamie control yourself. You're a soldier, don't play his childish games" Suddenly his heart begin to slow as Gerald spoke up. Gerald was right in the end he couldn't allow the rage to take a hold of him. He needed to calm down before he did something irreparably stupid. He took a deep breath now to calm himself as he turned to face the hulking Praetorian. He walked over to him until he was standing in front of him and looking down at him in his seat. Paladin bit down hard on his bottom lip as he tried to control himself, a small trickle of blood fell from the place he bit it as he spoke to the man. His voice was cold and spiteful making it clear just how much he wanted to heard the man at that moment.
"Paladin. Paladin's my name. And if you do that again than I promise you that not even hiding in your fucking Praetorian suit will protect you from me. You won't regret meeting me, dead men have no regrets." With that he was done and he turned away from Dusty as he went back to his seat. He wiped the blood off his lip with his hand as he sat down and turned his attention back to Graves. He didn't feel the need to further acknowledge what had just happened as he continued from where he had left off. "Sir I'd like to know why this mission is so important that it requires every Praetorian to take part in it. A few of us would make sense but gathering all of us for a reconnaissance mission seems a bit strange."
Darkness lingers in the hearts of even the brightest people.
Famous Quote's that I enjoy:Spoiler
"Violence and smut are of course everywhere on the airwaves. You cannot turn on your television without seeing them, although sometimes you have to hunt around."
"People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend."
"Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil."
"The basic fact about human existence is not that it is a tragedy, but that it is a bore. It is not so much a war as an endless standing in line."
"H. L. Mencken
"The man who is a pessimist before 48 knows too much; if he is an optimist after it he knows too little."
— Mark Twain
"I will be the first to admit that I am a pessimist by nature. It is, after all, the wisest way to be. We pessimists have everything to gain, whereas optimists have a fifty-fifty chance of being disappointed."
— Tamar Myers
"Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself."
"You have to show violence the way it is. If you don't show it realistically, then that's immoral and harmful. If you don't upset people, then that's obscenity."
"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."
"Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blind-folded fear."
"Such is the influence which the condition of our own thoughts, exercises, even over the appearance of external objects. Men who look on nature, and their fellow-men, and cry that all is dark and gloomy, are in the right; but the sombre colours are reflections from their own jaundiced eyes and hearts. The real hues are delicate, and need a clearer vision."
— Charles Dickens
"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first."
"Never raise your hand to your children, it leaves your midsection unprotected."
"The nice part about being a pessimist is that you are constantly being either proven right or pleasantly surprised." ~George F. Will
"Life is wasted on the living."
Valerium Therme's Villainous Repertoire!