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02-03-2010, 02:36 PM | #361 |
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great job Troy, keep 'em coming!! Sorry to hear about your back. I love the more down-to-earth Commander, by which I mean less inept and more like Resolute. I had had no prior experience with The Plague so this is a nice intro for me before I get the Classic GI Joe Trades
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02-03-2010, 02:49 PM | #362 |
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Nice I like Mortality as an original Cobra. I wish I had bought a custom when they were everywhere. Although I like my convention one, He needs an update.
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02-04-2010, 02:36 AM | #363 |
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Awesome stuff Troy. I was a little behind so I printed them out at work and have been getting through them on the bus home every night. It's the highlight of my day
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02-04-2010, 11:58 AM | #364 |
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Thanks
Sorry haven't gotten one every day or every other.
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02-05-2010, 10:13 PM | #365 |
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Out of the Shadows
The Diary of Tomisaburo Arashikage Time: Unknown I sit in the meditative pose taught to me by my uncle, the Soft Master. Legs crossed, feet high on the legs, hands in front, palms together, fingers pointing up. It does not work. It has never worked. The teachings of the Soft Master, the mental exercises and techniques, have never worked for me. I can achieve peace but just barely, enough to pass the tests, but true peace, true inner sight, true meditation is beyond me. It always has been. How am I to attain peace of soul when I do not know peace? I know the demons that torment me, they are of my own making. They have names, these demons of mine. Jealousy. Envy. Rage. Anger. Dishonor. And there are many more. I find new ones almost every day. Guilt. Pity. Pride. Lies. The physical techniques taught by my other uncle, the Hard Master, those I learned well and learned easily. The best student of the Arashikage Clan. And that is as it should be. I am Arashikage, the last of the line, and it would not do for one of the blood to not be the best at the school. But I was not the best. My friend, the one I had brought to the school. He was my better from the start. The techniques of the Soft Master came easily to him. The techniques of the Hard Master, though not as skilled as I, he was close. But I was better. Always. Was and am still. *************** The Arashikage Clan is old. Very old. We are the best. The Clan name was feared. And rightly so. Many a conflict, many a backroom deal, many an enemy were silenced just by the mere threat of hiring the Arashikage. And so it was for centuries. Many came to learn from our school. But the best techniques, the secrets, were kept for the family and some few special students. There have only been two foreigners that learned all the secrets of the Clan, the Blind Master and my friend. My friend, why do I consider him such still? After all this time? After what he has done? But that’s not true. The truth is that he did nothing. Nothing but excel where I could not. Nothing but become the favored student over me. How could my uncles favor him over their own flesh? I was jealous of him. I had every right to be. I brought him to the school. I invited him into my family. I, his friend, came to him in his hour of need and saved him. And how does he repay that? By betraying me. By stealing my favored status away. I was the favored student. How could the Hard Master choose him over me? How could my own uncle teach a foreigner, one not of the blood, the Seven Steps to the Sun? How? I was the better student of the Hard Masters. My friend the better student of the Soft Masters. I should have been the chosen one. It was my destiny. It was my right. ******************* New thoughts. I tried to convince my uncles that the school needed a new direction. We were no longer feared. We were still sought out for our skills, but it wasn’t the same. We were slowly fading away. The time of the ninja, I felt, was soon to disappear forever. Become true legends and myths, and not just the smoke and mirrors we used to hide our existence. We needed to change with the times. Seek out new clients or we would fade away. This was to be my school, to be my clan. I would not see us fade away. I refused to become no more than a passing thought. And so I acted. I found a new client for the Clan. One with far reaching plans, with far reaching goals, one that would keep us employed for years to come, one that would make the Arashikage name feared yet again. But my uncles would have none of it. ***************** I know I am blamed for their deaths. But it was not by my hand or by any of those I commanded. I do not know who it was that ordered their deaths. I have my suspicions and someday I will take my revenge. I took advantage of their deaths. This I do not deny. It was selfish but it needed to be done. I become the leader of the Clan, as was my birthright, my destiny. I pledged my service, life and that of the Clan to one man. I found I agreed with the goals of this man, the man that would become Cobra Commander. It was with the Clan’s aid that he was able to ascend to that name. Our coffers were soon overflowing. I felt proud that I had helped this man to grow from his early beginnings into the leader of legions he is today. I was there the day he took on his new name, shedding his old skin like the snakes he so admired, and became the Cobra Commander. It had been years since I had pledged myself and the Clan. It was gratifying to see all the work we had done and the results of it. But there is more to do. Always more to do. For men such as the Commander, they attract enemies, some realized and some potential. It is always good to take care of rivals before they become such. And what did this cost me? The loss of the Blindmaster. I had never understood why this man had been allowed into the clan and I could care less where he is now. I will not seek to do battle with him unless he seeks me out. The loss of my friend. I wonder how different things would be if I had not brought him to the Clan. Would my uncles still be alive? The loss of my cousin, Kimi Arashikage. I wish she had not left. I could have used her counsel and companionship. She was the last of the blood, as am I. We are all that is left of the true Arashikage. When we are gone there will be no more. ******************** Everything I do, I do for the good of the Clan. Why can’t that be seen? Has the demon of pride blinded me? Am I the one that does not see? Was it my jealousy that caused all this? I did all this to make the Arashikage name feared once again. But why do I not use it? We are known as the Red Ninja. Those that are aware of such things know us as the Arashikage. But is that enough? It was the name Arashikage I wanted to return, not that of the Red Ninja. Have I done the right thing? Have I brought honor to my uncles? I have not always agreed with the plans of the Commander. But I am pledged to him by the oath I had taken long ago, before he had adopted the name Cobra Commander. It is almost as if he had changed, not just physically but mentally as well, on the day he took up the name and tossed aside his old life. ******************* I am alone. I am not at peace. What troubles me so that I cannot find the peace I desire? I battle my demons, I push them aside. I know what I did was right. I have acted with honor. Yet the demons return. They prevent me the peace I desire. Why do they return? Do I lie to myself?
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02-06-2010, 03:31 AM | #366 |
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Nice little twist, having both Uncles dead. Give the clan to Storm Shadow now and let him rule the underworld. Still interested to see the SS, and SE connection.
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02-06-2010, 10:08 AM | #367 |
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Nice. Love how you combined the comic and Resolute origins. Hope your back is feeling better.
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02-06-2010, 12:10 PM | #368 |
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Thanks. I've always liked the evil Storm Shadow, it provides a nice foil and counter to Snake-Eyes. Two men, same path, but they each chose the path you would normally expect the other to take. With all the tragedy in SEs life you would expect him to be bitter and angry and become the evil one.
But I also wanted to show that SS is conflicted, not entirely evil, just maybe made some bad decisions based on pride. I also gave him a way out. He's pledged to serve Cobra Commander but there's a loophole, so it provides a means with making him good someday if I want. Back's still hurting. Going on a week now. Start PT on tuesday.
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02-06-2010, 05:14 PM | #369 |
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Sharks in the Water pt 4
The Dreadnok leader, known as Buzzer, sat at the table of the outdoors restaurant nursing a beer. It was dry in hot in the Mumbai heat, he wanted nothing more than to down a six pack of the beer, but he knew he needed to keep a level head when dealing with the contact. He sat alone at the table but he could see Burn-Out across the street, trying to appear inconspicious, and a couple of tables down were Craze and Machete. Even though he knew her, the contact, he still didn’t trust her. Ever since the twins, Zarana and Zandar, had appeared in the Australian Outback, things had changed for the Dreadnoks. They had been mostly small time, terrorizing the various towns in the Outback, running guns and drugs, enjoying the life. Then the appearance of the twins and everything had changed. With Zarana’s contacts they had expanded operations. Now they were worldwide, and opening chapter houses all over the globe. Some days he missed the old ways. It had been simpler then. But, he had to admit, the new era of the Dreadnoks was definitely interesting. He just wished he knew more about Zarana and who her mysterious employer was. Not because he wanted to cut Zarana out, he was too smart to cut out the middleman in this case. No, he wanted to know who the backer was so he knew who to go after if things went south. Things this good never lasted, he thought sadly. Enjoy it well you can. He caught sight of her walking up the street. No one would ever accuse Zarana of being a beauty, but there was something captivating about her. Short red hair, almost pinkish, tall like her brother. Everything about Zarana was a mask. The way she talked, the way she walked, dressed, everything. The woman was a master of disguise, able to blend in anywhere in the world with barely an effort. Buzzer wondered where she had learned her skills. She sat down across from him, signaling the waiter for another round. “Good afternoon Buzzer,” she said with no accent. Which was near impossible, as everyone had some kind of accent. “I hear it was a successful mission.” “Mission,” Buzzer said laughing. “Not a word I thought would be associated with a job the ‘Noks do.” “And why is that,” she asked. “Too official sounding,” Buzzer said taking a drink. “We’re a biker gang luv. Chaos is our thing.” “True,” she said smiling. “You are that and have the potential to be a lot more. With my guidance..” “Stop right there for a sec,” Buzzer said putting down his beer. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. You’re not that good.” “What?,” she said innocently. “I’m just helping the Dreadnoks out with some jobs.” “Missy,” he said, the tone in his voice threatening. “I’m not some bloke born and bred in the outback. I was a doctor of sociology before I went on my walkabout and went native. What you’re doing is turning the ‘Noks into your private army.” “Is that a bad thing,” she asked. “Look at what you’ve accomplished since we started our arrangement.” “Never said it was a bad thing,” he replied smiling. “I like things as they are. With your help we’re going places we never would have before,” he said motioning with his hands to indicate the city around him. “Like I said, things are fine the way they are. I lead the Dreadnoks, you’re the contact. No need to make waves, is all I’m saying.” “I understand perfectly,” she said taking a drink of her beer. “Putrid stuff this.” “Ah it’s not that bad,” Buzzer said taking a long drink. “Should try Ripper’s homebrew, you want to taste putrid.” “No thanks. I’d rather not.” “Don’t know what you’re missing,” Buzzer said looking at her. “Yer a strange Sheila, but you do right by us, we’ll do right by you. Do wrong by us and well….” He said leaving the threat unspoken. “Don’t worry dear Buzzer,” Zarana said smiling. “I have no intention of making waves. Do you have the disk?” “Right here,” he said reaching into his jacket and pulling out the disk. “Money all transferred?” “Yes,” Zarana said picking up the disk and looking it over. “One million euros as discussed.” “Not bad for one little disk,” Buzzer said leaning back. “Whats on it?” “Not a clue,” she said shrugging. “We’re not paid to know.” “Right,” he said taking another drink. “What’s next?” “Feel like checking in on Monkeywrench and how the American recruitment is going?” “Sounds like fun ta me,” Buzzer said raising his bottle. “To mutually beneficial arrangements.” “And being well paid,” Zarana said smiling, tapping her bottle against his.
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02-06-2010, 05:28 PM | #370 |
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Is Zarana going to be Serpentor's girlfriend like in the DIC cartoons?
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