The rumbling begins anew, a loud screeching and shuddering filling the air as the building sinks deep into the ground and disappearing from sight. A lone man, seemingly made completely of metal, save for his head, walks out of the hole and shouts, his voice unearthly loud.
NOW BEGINS YOUR DOOM!
As the words escape his lips, thousands of robots come spewing out of the hole, sprinting in leaps and bounds towards the blanks in a never ending wave of technological superiority
DIIIIIIEEEEE!
Rebecca is dressed like female Jan Solo except her shirt has rows of small pink hearts on it. She steps into the Janus central area with a dejected sigh. As the captain and sole member of the crew of a mid-sized smuggling vessel christened "The Time Bandit", life hadn't been going too well of late. The three members of her crew quit due to lack of payment, her ship hasn't jumped between galaxies without losing an engine since she was in diapers, and she owes a lot of money to a lot of bad people. She clicks a small metal panel that seems bloted into her head behind the ear and a blue rectangular display that anyone can see appears on front of her. Swiping through the display with her finger while reading, the amateur-ish smuggler heads to the bar, seeking distraction from her woes, as well as three new crew members...
Your present is a pack of books - The Prince, The Art of War, Battle Studies, Life of Charlemagne, The Gallic Wars, and On War.
With it is a note that says "To Mark Clarkson, I know you wanted the Art of War, so I got you that, as well as five other similar books."
Jason turned in his paper, using the several chapters presented by The Art of War and relating them to an analysis of the current state of the conflict mutantkind was embroiled in right now. He made it all the way to ten pages with the report. He chose The Thirteen colonies for his next book
Jason shook his head. "You want to help people, you help them, and it helps the team as a whole. You take people who are down or struggling, and you help them past what's getting to them. You take those who are already pushing themselves, and help them push even harder towards their limits." he said earnestly, "If that's not what a captain does, maybe I shouldn't have taken the role myself." he smiled brightly, it was a little different being captain for a baseball team, but like with The Art of War, the same basis was there, deep down.
Jason shivered too. "That does sound a bit... far." he said, "even for a simulation..." He didn't like that he thought it, but The Art of War made him think that it was going to become necessary to become inundated to that kind of image.
Your present is a pack of books - The Prince, The Art of War, Battle Studies, Life of Charlemagne, The Gallic Wars, and On War.
With it is a note that says "To Mark Clarkson, I know you wanted the Art of War, so I got you that, as well as five other similar books."