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Shadowfist fiction: Critical Shift - Shock the Monkey
Another one of the stories I wrote to show the changes made by the Critical Shift; this time focusing on the Jammers and their fundamental dilemma in the wake of the events of TFT.
This is the last of those. There was another one focusing on the Reascended, but it didn't work. I considered reworking it and interleaving it with the rest of the main Critical Shift story, but nothing came of that, either.
The Battlechimp Potemkin looked at the assembled throng before him. They were nervous; they knew something had happened, but nobody was sure what. Rumors were running wild throughout the Jammers.
It was time to put the rumors to rest.
As he stepped to the front, the crowd quieted. He began to speak; all the amplifiacation he needed was already built-in to his body.
"My compatriots. No, my friends. Today is a great day, a day that will be remembered forever."
They were completely silent. He had them in the palm of his hand. This was important. Those here would spread his words to the rest of the Jammers.
"The Buro has fallen. No, the Buro has never existed -- the forces of chi that they used to enforce their tyrrany have turned on them, and erased them from history, to be remembered only by we who fought against them so long."
He paused to let the cheering die down.
"But this is only a battle in our greater struggle. We cannot be complacent. The Buro were never the true enemy. The true struggle has always been against the tyranny of the chi itself, and against all who would use it!"
The cheering had died down completely now, but it had been replaced by murmuring among his audience. He needed to regain their enthusiasm.
"Now, while all the chi-ters are still reeling, now is the time to strike!"
The murmuring was growing louder. Even some of his fellow simians were joining in.
"We are ready for this day! We can cripple our enemies with a series of lightning strikes! Remember our motto! Blow things up! Blow things up! Blow things up!"
The audience was silent. After a long pause, one of the gorillas stood.
Potemkin managed to suppress a grin. It was Silverback, the one he was grooming to replace him should anything go wrong. Silverback could get the crowd back.
His deep voice rolled over the assembled Jammers.
"And where does it end? The Buro falls, and the battle continues. Their replacements will fall, and the battle will still continue. Is it even possible for us to win your war? Should we not have an achievable goal?"
He turned and marched away, with more than half of the assemblage following him. Even those who remained looked at Potemkin with questions in their eyes.
The Battlechimp could do nothing but stand and watch them go. For the first time since his awakening in the CDCA's labs, he was lost for words.
"But..."
This is the last of those. There was another one focusing on the Reascended, but it didn't work. I considered reworking it and interleaving it with the rest of the main Critical Shift story, but nothing came of that, either.
The Battlechimp Potemkin looked at the assembled throng before him. They were nervous; they knew something had happened, but nobody was sure what. Rumors were running wild throughout the Jammers.It was time to put the rumors to rest.
As he stepped to the front, the crowd quieted. He began to speak; all the amplifiacation he needed was already built-in to his body.
"My compatriots. No, my friends. Today is a great day, a day that will be remembered forever."
They were completely silent. He had them in the palm of his hand. This was important. Those here would spread his words to the rest of the Jammers.
"The Buro has fallen. No, the Buro has never existed -- the forces of chi that they used to enforce their tyrrany have turned on them, and erased them from history, to be remembered only by we who fought against them so long."
He paused to let the cheering die down.
"But this is only a battle in our greater struggle. We cannot be complacent. The Buro were never the true enemy. The true struggle has always been against the tyranny of the chi itself, and against all who would use it!"
The cheering had died down completely now, but it had been replaced by murmuring among his audience. He needed to regain their enthusiasm.
"Now, while all the chi-ters are still reeling, now is the time to strike!"
The murmuring was growing louder. Even some of his fellow simians were joining in.
"We are ready for this day! We can cripple our enemies with a series of lightning strikes! Remember our motto! Blow things up! Blow things up! Blow things up!"
The audience was silent. After a long pause, one of the gorillas stood.
Potemkin managed to suppress a grin. It was Silverback, the one he was grooming to replace him should anything go wrong. Silverback could get the crowd back.His deep voice rolled over the assembled Jammers.
"And where does it end? The Buro falls, and the battle continues. Their replacements will fall, and the battle will still continue. Is it even possible for us to win your war? Should we not have an achievable goal?"
He turned and marched away, with more than half of the assemblage following him. Even those who remained looked at Potemkin with questions in their eyes.
The Battlechimp could do nothing but stand and watch them go. For the first time since his awakening in the CDCA's labs, he was lost for words.
"But..."