((Garrison))

Oracle finally approaches him, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Excuse me, I don't think I've met your aquaintance as of yet."
Garrison blinks, and is a bit startled. He clears his throat a bit, and wonders how she got there. Oh well. "Uh. Name's Garrison..." he pauses, and decides not to lie, "Autobot Special Ops. You are?"
You say, "My name is Oracle, an historian of sorts.""
Garrison nods. "Think I've heard of ya, actually. Have a seat." he says, as he replaces the mask usually covering his mouth, which was off, earlier.
Oracle sits down, leaning back on her hands and bending her knees.
Garrison Hmmms, "What did ya mean... of sorts?"
You say, "Well, I haven't actually gotten any work done yet...I've been expending my time on observing the present. It gives me an idea what to look for in the past."
Garrison nods, "Yeah. Haven't seen too much of the planet myself, actually... what have you observed?"
You say, "Not much. But what I have seen isn't what I would call good, although I've seen many virtues hidden in the chaos of war...which leads me to believe that things /might/ not be as hopeless as my sense dictates."
Garrison hmmms, "Well, war kinda, for lack of a better word... sucks."
You say, "I agree completely. I have no faith in wars."
Garrison nods, "Y'know. I hardly know ya, but I'm gonna tell ya this, anyway. Sometimes, I just wanna quit the stupid war, cause my faction doesn't pay attention to me, anyway."
You say, "My lack of faith in war and the cause is what led me to leave....."
Garrison nods,
Garrison says, "Who were ya with?"
You say, "I'll let you take a guess. You have a 50 chance of guessing it, but note that I am quite a moral idealist, and that attitude is more likely to be found in one side than the other."
Garrison nods, "Autobot?"
You say, "Yes, you are correct. I couldn't "fight" for a cause I have no conviction in, so I did the only sensible thing and left."
Garrison nods, "I've thought about it. No faith placed in certain parts of the faction, believe me..."
You say, "So why do you stay then? I don't want to cause disension by attempting to convince people to leave their factions, but..."
Garrison chuckles, a bit, "Well, my uh... best friends keep reminding me the faction needs me, and, I have debts to pay off. The faction pays. I couldn't get another job."
You say, "I suppose it is a great thing to be needed, but somehow that wouldn't be enough for me. I have no aversion to helping others, but I prefer to have my assitance open to anyone who needs it, not just a closed group of people."
Garrison nods, "Yeah, I hear ya. I don't think i am needed, though. I know it sounds like I'm shallow fer sayin' this, but... I need the money."
Oracle sighs, closing her optics for a moment. "Money is power, and those without one are most likely without the other. It's sad, but often true. But the saddest thing about it is that it keeps people from following their desired course of action."
Garrison nods, "I hate it, but, I need it. Old jail fine... I got jailed, and demoted fer trying to help a Decepticon was being ganged up on by othger Decepticons. Too bad, eh?"
You say, "Yes. I don't believe that course of action was wrong, but I've noticed that even the "good guys" won't stand for good actions towards the "bad guys"."
You say, "Very true! But there are many degrees of it, and I flatter myself as being on the open-minded end of the scale, although there is much room for improvement."
Garrison nods, "I try ta be, although, believe me, alotta guys in my faction call me a snivelling tratorous guy for likin' a few Decepticons."
You say, "How uncharitable of them. Let me ask you, how were your efforts to help the Decepticon in question viewed by that individual?"
Garrison hmmms, "Said I was a con-lover."
You say, "But was it appreciated? And could that Desepticon have survived the attack?"
Garrison shakes his head, "He didn't sruvive, anyway..."
You say, "That's horrible. Yet some could argue that it is noble to make any sort of sacrifice, even if it is in vain."
Garrison nods, "Some would. Others'd call you names."
You say, "Isn't there any way you could earn enough money working on your own? It sounds to me as though no one appreciates you. I left with far less provocation."
Garrison hmmms, "I dunno. I have very few skills."
You say, "Well, what /can/ you do? I'm sure there is something..."
Garrison hmmms, "Graduated fourth in my class at the Polyhex tactical academy. So, I can... strategise... Uh. I can chop things with an axe, and play pool. Used to race a good deal, too..."
You say, "I wish there were something I could do to assist you."
Garrison hmmms, "You've done enough, I think..."
You say, "How so?"
Garrison shrugs, "Well, you came here, and talked to me..."
You say, "I wish that talking would stop the larger conflict between our people."
Garrison nods, "As do I..."
You say, "But if you ever need help of the sort you think I can supply, don't hesitate to ask."
Garrison hmmms, "D'ya know of anywhere I can get a job?"
You say, "I will look around for you. But because I am not really looking for employment myself, I haven't been listening. But I'll keep a look out now."
Garrison nods, "You leaving?"
You say, "No, I have nowhere to be at this moment."
Garrison hmmms. "Oh. So, how've you been lately?
You say, "Well enough. Most people I've encountered have been very polite to me. The one advantage of being on your own is that fewer people will try to blast you the moment they see your faction mark."
Garrison nods, "That's why I don't wear a sigil."
You say, "And when did you stop displaying it...before, or after, you became less esteemable in the eyes of your fellow autobots?"
Garrison hmmms, and flips open a panel on his arm, "There it is." he closes the panel, "The espionage code allows me to hide it." he chuckles, "So, I always have."
You say, "There is wisdom behind it, yet it also shows a lack of faith or pride in your faction..."
Garrison nods, "Do you blame me?"
You say, "Not in the least bit...but it almost makes me wonder if you have considered defecting to the other side..."
Garrison shakes his head, "Don't go for the whole tyrany, or power-lust thing."
You say, "Just curious, I hope you weren't offended, for there was no offense intended."
Garrison shakes his head, "No offense taken."
You say, "Good. I'm too weak an individual to risk offending anyone without a good reason."
Garrison chuckles, "I don't like ta fight, anyway."
You say, "Neither do I. I detest it, and will only fight if a friend is in danger...or if anything of signifigant historical meritt is endangered."
Garrison hmmms, "Sometimes I enjoy a good spar."
You say, "But that doesn't usually involve permanent damage, or at least, I would hope not."
Garrison nods, "Very true."
You say, "So, how long ago was this incident?"
Garrison hmmmms, "Half a year, maybe."
You say, "And is there anyone left in your faction that holds you in high esteem anymore, or do they all ostracize you."
Garrison hmmms, "There's a few people I still hang around."
You say, "That's good to hear. I would tremble for their fate if they were all of such a narrow minded nature."
Garrison nods, "MOST of 'em are, though. Still a problem. I have an idea. Wanna go to the Blaster, for a few drinks?"
You say, "Sure."
*goes to Golden Blaster*
Garrison enters, and smiles, "I'll buy. C'mon." he says, as he takes his mask off.
Oracle seats herself.
Garrison sits next to you, "Uh... what'll ya have?"
You say, "Anything not too strong will be fine."
Garrison hmmms, "Well... how's a white enerwine?"
You say, "That will be fine, thank you."
Oracle pauses for a moment in thought.
The bartender brings them both a white enerwine.
Garrison blinks, "Problem?"
You say, "Earlier you had mentioned that you had heard of me? Who has said anything about me and what did they have to say?"
Garrison shrugs, "Just heard it a few times. Don't remember when. Sorry..."
You say, "That's okay, I'm just curious as to what those I've encountered think of me."
Garrison nods, "Wo've you met?"
Oracle Thinks for a moment. "Guardstar, Rock, Duskstalker, Diktat, Jade, Arcee, Revamp, Trius, and E.R ... I think."
Garrison smiles, "Revamp's a sweetie, and Jade's cool, from what I've seen. E.R's... odd, and Arcee's okay, when she's in a good mood."
Garrison doesn't comment on the rest.
Oracle notes the omission of some of the names. "You have a problem with the rest, or do you not know them all?
Garrison hmmms, "Guardstar and I don't get along, and... I don't know the rest."
You say, "Really? I found Guarstar to be quite amiable..."
Garrison nods, "He's nice to those of the opposite gender. To put it mildly... he thinks he's too good for me."
Oracle smiles slightly. "He played humble for me, but I suppose many people will put their best side forward for the opposite gender." Her smile fades away. "But his pride doesn't seem to be so far removed if he thinks himself better than you. And does he say as much, or is it obvious from his mannerisms?"
Garrison smirks, "Both."
You say, "He said so outright? How tactless! And what reasons does he have to place himself above you? You seem to be an esteemable person to me."
Garrison chuckles, "He finds my lack of honor... disturbing. Among other things. He aslo doesn't like that I'm not a warrior."
You say, "I'm a strong believer in honor, but I also believe that the current definition isn't correct."
Garrison hmmms, and shrugs, "Don't have the same standpoint, there. I don't want people getting killed cause they won't shoot someone who's about to kill them at a particular time. Also... I will hit a femme."
Jade arrives from the Civil District.
Oracle laughs. "I suppose I shouldn't make you mad then. But I agree. If a femme is causing trouble, I believe she should get what she deserves..."
Garrison nods. "Anyway. Enough bad-talking my," clears his throat, "Esteemed coleague."
You say, "Yes, it does little good. Though from my position, I like to know the truth of the matters."