Sample: There were few things Gauron found more hilarious than the irony of feeling like the only sensible one around. Most of them involved genocide.
The Fay'lian invasion had come peacefully to his world, because Amalgam had been there; it seemed counterintuitive that what could be considered a terrorist group would be the ones to save the world, but one of the highest-ranking members and most influential members of the organization had similar ideals to the Fay'lians, and Amalgam had influential allies within the governments of all the world's most powerful nations. They had been able to insinuate Fay'lian influence seamlessly everywhere they had a hand, and as a result, the world was left mostly sovereign. Mostly.
Of course, it was only a matter of time before Mithril cocked it all up with their delusions of grandeur and nobility. Things changed all the time - nations rose and fell, peoples were enslaved; and while genocide was amusing to contemplate, it wasn't a business Gauron had any interest in being on the wrong side of - not that he probably would have lived long enough, if curiosity hadn't gotten the better of him. He'd seen his chance, and he'd smooth-talked his way into being assigned to the Fay'lians; as he'd anticipated, their medical technology was superior enough to destroy the cancer that his world's medicine would've only been able to mitigate long enough to give him a few more miserable years at best. He was out of dodge now, and in exchange, the Fay'lians had put him to work doing what he did best: dicking shit up for the hell of it.
In what he figured was about five Earth years since then, he'd assassinated dozens of key leaders who'd stood against the Fay'lians, infiltrated numerous resistance cells, and seen a few worlds burn. All this, despite the fact that he was pretty sure the Fay'lians were complete idiots. He'd seen the type before, though he doubted they'd existed on such a large scale during his lifetime, back in his world.
Gauron || Full Metal Panic! (2/3)
There were few things Gauron found more hilarious than the irony of feeling like the only sensible one around. Most of them involved genocide.
The Fay'lian invasion had come peacefully to his world, because Amalgam had been there; it seemed counterintuitive that what could be considered a terrorist group would be the ones to save the world, but one of the highest-ranking members and most influential members of the organization had similar ideals to the Fay'lians, and Amalgam had influential allies within the governments of all the world's most powerful nations. They had been able to insinuate Fay'lian influence seamlessly everywhere they had a hand, and as a result, the world was left mostly sovereign. Mostly.
Of course, it was only a matter of time before Mithril cocked it all up with their delusions of grandeur and nobility. Things changed all the time - nations rose and fell, peoples were enslaved; and while genocide was amusing to contemplate, it wasn't a business Gauron had any interest in being on the wrong side of - not that he probably would have lived long enough, if curiosity hadn't gotten the better of him. He'd seen his chance, and he'd smooth-talked his way into being assigned to the Fay'lians; as he'd anticipated, their medical technology was superior enough to destroy the cancer that his world's medicine would've only been able to mitigate long enough to give him a few more miserable years at best. He was out of dodge now, and in exchange, the Fay'lians had put him to work doing what he did best: dicking shit up for the hell of it.
In what he figured was about five Earth years since then, he'd assassinated dozens of key leaders who'd stood against the Fay'lians, infiltrated numerous resistance cells, and seen a few worlds burn. All this, despite the fact that he was pretty sure the Fay'lians were complete idiots. He'd seen the type before, though he doubted they'd existed on such a large scale during his lifetime, back in his world.