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Commander Nitram's Rebellion Speech

[inspired by - and using an Alterniafied version of the script for - Charlie Chaplin's speech from The Great Dictator. All I did was rewrite the speech to fit Summoner and his world, all other credit goes to the creators! I may record this later, we'll see how my voice is doing. This is the speech my Summoner gave the day his rebellion began, the day he revealed his wings and turned against the Condesce and GHB.]

1’m sorry, but 1 don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my bus1ness. 1 don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. 1 just want to help everyone - 1f poss1ble - rustblood, cerulean - h1ghblood or low. We all want to help one another. At our core trolls are l1ke that. We want to l1ve by each other’s happ1ness - not by each other’s m1sery. We don’t want to hate and desp1se one another. 1n th1s world, th1s un1verse, there 1s room for everyone. And the good earth 1s r1ch and can prov1de for everyone. The way of l1fe can be free and beaut1ful, but we have lost the way. Greed has po1soned our souls, has barr1caded the world w1th hate, has goose-stepped us 1nto m1sery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves 1n. Mach1nery that g1ves abundance has left us 1n want. Our knowledge has made us cyn1cal. Our cleverness, hard and unk1nd. We th1nk too much and feel too l1ttle. More than mach1nery we need decency. More than cleverness we need k1ndness and gentleness. W1thout these qual1t1es, l1fe w1ll be v1olent and all w1ll be lost.... The transportal1zer and the husktop have brought us closer together. The very nature of these 1nvent1ons cr1es out for the goodness 1n trollk1nd - cr1es out for un1versal brotherhood - for the un1ty of us all. Even now my vo1ce 1s reach1ng m1ll1ons throughout the world - m1ll1ons of despa1r1ng trolls, from adults to young w1gglers - v1ct1ms of a system that makes us torture and 1mpr1son 1nnocent people. To those who can hear me, 1 say - do not despa1r. The m1sery that 1s now upon us 1s but the pass1ng of greed - the b1tterness of trolls who fear the way of our progress. The hate of trolls w1ll pass, and d1ctators d1e, and the power they took from the people w1ll return to the people. And so long as trolls d1e, l1berty w1ll never per1sh. ..... Sold1ers! don’t g1ve yourselves to brutes - trolls who desp1se you - enslave you - who reg1ment your l1ves - tell you what to do - what to th1nk and what to feel! Who dr1ll you - d1et you - treat you l1ke cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t g1ve yourselves to these unnatural trolls - mach1ne trolls w1th mach1ne m1nds and mach1ne hearts! You are not mach1nes! You are not cattle! You are trolls! You have the love of decency 1n your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate - the unloved and the unnatural! Sold1ers! Don’t f1ght for slavery! F1ght for l1berty! A troll called the S1gnless once sa1d: “Freedom should not belong to a few, but to all” - not one troll nor a s1ngle bloodcaste, but to all of us! To you! You, the people have the power - the power to create mach1nes. The power to create happ1ness! You, the people, have the power to make th1s l1fe free and beaut1ful, to make th1s l1fe a wonderful adventure. Then - 1n the name of democracy - let us use that power - let us all un1te. Let us f1ght for a new world - a decent world that w1ll g1ve men a chance to work - that w1ll g1ve youth a future and old age a secur1ty. By the prom1se of these th1ngs, brutes have r1sen to power. But they l1e! They do not fulf1ll that prom1se. They never w1ll! D1ctators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us f1ght to fulf1ll that prom1se! Let us f1ght to free the world - to do away w1th nat1onal barr1ers - to do away w1th greed, w1th hate and 1ntolerance. Let us f1ght for a world of reason, a world where sc1ence and progress w1ll lead to all trolls' happ1ness. Sold1ers! 1n the name of democracy, let us all un1te!

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star, talk about the green semi moirail. Who made you kill him? How did he die?

1’m assum1ng you’re talk1ng about K1egen. He was gold, not green, one of the lucky few w1thout ps1on1cs 1n that caste wh1ch spared h1m the whole Helmsman fate.

He made me k1ll h1m, though 1’d wanted to before then. K1egen ended up a pa1nt can. He was bled for three days. Kept al1ve for three days. By me. Ahr1mann and H1m both made use of h1m - K1egen’s blood was apparently a rare shade for a goldblood, but that’s l1kely because most golds end up stuck 1n a sh1p and used for a battery where they can’t get to them. E1ther way, 1t made h1s blood someth1ng of a treasure apparently. And lucky me, 1 got to be the one to cut h1m and draw the blood. And use 1t, half the t1me.

He d1ed by the kn1fe 1’d been us1ng to open h1s ve1ns sever1ng h1s sp1nal cord. A pa1nless death. 1t was all 1 could g1ve h1m.

Why the hell are you so 1nterested 1n dragg1ng up pa1nful subjects?

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Star, talk about the carnival members at length

!!

You motherfucker…

Ahr1mann, Te1vel Ma1nyu. Bas1cally H1s second 1n command, grand v1z1er, what the fuck ever you want to call 1t. Motherfucker was the worst of the lot. He had a sort of sharp way of talk1ng, l1ke every word was supposed to be carved 1nto stone. 1 can st1ll hear h1m somet1mes; ”\/\/|-|at do yo\/ t|-|i|\|k yo\/ are doi|\|g, |\|itra|\/|? |_o\/\/b|_oods be|_o|\|g o|\| t|-|eir k|\|ees, at t|-|e |-|ig|-|est.” Fucker.

1 don’t really remember many other names. G1r1go, Medahl, Jaxsom, Fremen, P1eroh. They all k1nd of run together after a wh1le. Who 1t was d1dn’t really matter, 1 wasn’t the one us1ng the1r names, after all.

Are you fuck1ng done now?

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Openly:He's okay. For an indigo. Muralist has earned a grudging respect and toleration from Summoner, even to the point of being someone he'll go to for help. No other indigo, at all, gets to call him 'Brother'. Ever.

Secretly:Muralist has, somehow, managed to completely smash through Rufuss's hatred and bias against indigos and has become the only one that Rufuss will actively defend. A friend, even if the idiot bronzeblood flat refuses to actually admit it. Nor does he understand it, since Muralist had not only the issue of bloodcolor but also of being His alternate working against him.

Summoner does actually trust the man, if that comes with a healthy portion of Trusting a Makara to be a Makara. He is at least more stable and more tolerable than the one Summoner knew and killed. Summoner also genuinely hopes Muralist's universe will take a better course than his own did; he doesn't want to see this guy dead, and definitely not at the hands of his own kismesis.

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✰ tell us about the hospital

…Really? Are you fuck1ng ser1ous. F1ne.

At one po1nt, late 1n my sweep at the Carn1val, my company got called out to deal w1th a band of 1nsurgents reported to be us1ng an abandoned hosp1tal as a base. F-troop (our affect1onate n1ckname for ourselves) would’ve done pretty damn well, had there been any 1nsurgents 1n the hosp1tal 1n the f1rst place. The sen1or members, the guys who’d been 1 the company when 1 f1rst got transferred 1n as a corporal, ended up barr1caded 1ns1de before anyone else knew what was go1ng on. Then they set f1re to the fuck1ng place. And 1 got to stand outs1de, w1th H1m on one s1de and fuck1ng Ahr1mahn on the other to keep me from mak1ng a move or call1ng out the order to unbolt the doors and let them out.

1 got to watch my comrades, trolls 1’d fought, sweated and bled bes1de, burn to death. 1 got to l1sten as they shouted, f1rst for help 1n general. Then for me 1n spec1f1c. Then to curse my name. Then just to scream.

Do you know how pa1nful 1t 1s to burn to death? Pray you never f1nd out.

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♨ for something that relaxes my muse

Summoner: Chiron. Or playing his guitar

Rufioh: matcha-flavored sweets

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Sleep, child, sleep Sleep, child, sleep Daylight is waiting Consciously fraying in Sleep, my child Sleep, sleep, my little 'Dessa Safely in your carousella Sleep through the spinning, Just like your beginning Sleep, my child

[Original lyrics by Abney Park; I just altered them to fit my boy. Meet Summoner's headcanon singing voice. and yes he is singing to his wriggler because he's a huge dweeb.]

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My muse agrees to be completely honest and spare no details for one of your muse's curiosities, but only one. What does your muse try to find out from mine? //Stuff about the war that they now may or may not have. Sum has rattled him with the idea that his KISMESIS might kill him very dead and leave him for the border ghosts. Though that's mostly if he could see that x is dead thing

1 have no problem talk1ng about the rebell1on 1 led. 1'm not sure what exactly you're want1ng to know, but the reason 1 rebelled had a lot to do w1th what He d1d to me and the fact that the Empress just sat there and let 1t fuck1ng happen. Your k1smes1s doesn't have that 1ssue. 1 don't know what 1ssues he does have, but 1f luck holds that future m1ght be averted ent1rely for your 'verse. What made me dec1de to just take H1m out once and for all...well.

When you fall 1nto a depress1on because you k1lled your matespr1t 1n a bout of rage you should never have had and wouldn't have 1f you hadn't had your pan fucked w1th every day for a full sweep, and you've been dr1nk1ng yourself stup1d for half a sweep because of that, the 1dea of show1ng the guy who broke you the full extent of h1s hand1work suddenly seems really fuck1ng attract1ve. As long as 1 took h1s angelk1ss1ng ass the fuck out 1 d1dn't g1ve a sh1t what happened to me.

Motherfucker d1ed laugh1ng as a f1nal fuck you.