Jofune Tsurabisu
Suit Gang's Onmyouji Mystic/Older Brother Senpai
--The Company--
Randall looked over the schematics once more, for any faults. However, the suits were ready, and already deployed. Looking over the platoon of soldiers from his factories catwalk, he turns on the mic on his shirt.
"Today, you men and women will not be fighting any aliens, nor terrorists. Today you select few, granted the gifts of my genius will be fighting to save Humanity from the loose grasp of the unpredictable genetic lottery that had spurned the creation of those so called "supers." The must be brought to heel, made accountable, and turned to the path in which they can best serve humanity as a whole, and not their selfish self interests. Those suits you wear, will protect you from the most basics of powers, and shield you from things that are not so basic. You are not killing anyone, but bringing to judgement and rehabilitation those that defy the natural order of things. Your orders will be to gather them, and bring them in to be tested and processed into productive citizens, that value the greater good over selfish desires. Today, Humanity will push forward, against the tide of rampant and wanton lawlessness. Now go forth, take the tools forged with these very hands, and save your families, save your children, and most of all SAVE OUR SPECIES!"
After his speech he returned to his office, where his wife and daughter were on separate screens, waiting to talk to him. Far below his office, armored vehicles, glowing with energy depart from his tower, to search out and capture the supers, where they may be. "Hello my lovely family, how goes your day?" he said as he turned from the screens with a smile. "Soon, the world will be a better place....
Randall looked over the schematics once more, for any faults. However, the suits were ready, and already deployed. Looking over the platoon of soldiers from his factories catwalk, he turns on the mic on his shirt.
"Today, you men and women will not be fighting any aliens, nor terrorists. Today you select few, granted the gifts of my genius will be fighting to save Humanity from the loose grasp of the unpredictable genetic lottery that had spurned the creation of those so called "supers." The must be brought to heel, made accountable, and turned to the path in which they can best serve humanity as a whole, and not their selfish self interests. Those suits you wear, will protect you from the most basics of powers, and shield you from things that are not so basic. You are not killing anyone, but bringing to judgement and rehabilitation those that defy the natural order of things. Your orders will be to gather them, and bring them in to be tested and processed into productive citizens, that value the greater good over selfish desires. Today, Humanity will push forward, against the tide of rampant and wanton lawlessness. Now go forth, take the tools forged with these very hands, and save your families, save your children, and most of all SAVE OUR SPECIES!"
After his speech he returned to his office, where his wife and daughter were on separate screens, waiting to talk to him. Far below his office, armored vehicles, glowing with energy depart from his tower, to search out and capture the supers, where they may be. "Hello my lovely family, how goes your day?" he said as he turned from the screens with a smile. "Soon, the world will be a better place....
