Hector Arcutus
Oreburgh City
PR Base, Commander's Office
( OOC 1000TH POST HAHAHHA!!!)
"Our opinions may differ, our goals as well. But to achieve those goals, we must go through something necessary -and I leave you with the responsibility of the casualties- which is killing. Humans are killing our men ruthlessly, without any remorse or guilt. They don't remember US being SERVANTS. Nevetheless, I respect and fully understand your opinion."
Hector continued to speak, but listened as well whenever Rumble responded. He wanted to understand his opinion as well. When he was done speaking, Rumble replied again.
"Touche. But let me tell you this, we started all this. The Pokemon formed the PR, and the same Pokemon were determined to kill for freedom or be killed in combat. It's true that most of the Pokemon don't want war, but the humans have fought back. And if the number of casualties is a grave number, there is NOTHING we can do beyond that, as the humans themselves caused them. It means we will NOT be able to befriend them again and if we WILL be able to befriend them, we will be servants once again. If Pokemon die fighting, it will mean something to history. If we kill off all humans without having many casualties, we'll be left alone in the region. I'm surprised you hadn't seen those possibilities before. I happen to not care what will happen after the war or how much glory I'll get out of it..."
Hector listened carefully, noting Rumble's stone expression, similar to that of Hector's.
"Let me point out, that a commander doesn't leave his spot to ally with one of the humans. It doesn't matter how much the Pokemon down there love you, if they learn that.. there will be chaos."
Hector was surprised that he knew this. He must be well informed. He was definitely intelligent, but to think, he was blackmailing Hector.
"You're not going to win this war alone, you're gonna need the faith of your followers. I also think..." he paused and gave a slighty unnoticable wink at Lydia, "that you're not the only one having followers."
Rumble hovered above the desk once again, approaching Hector and the other two.
"However, I don't care about the commander spot. It's all yours. Like I said before, it's all about killing. Taking care of all those Pokemon and caring about casualties seems like an unbearable responsibility for me, eh? A field general would be the best."
Rumble stuck out his arm to shake with the Commander's, but Hector had something else to say.
"Rumble...understand that I know my place, as everyone else in the PR should. Because I was chosen by the Pokemon, I do their bidding, and I will lead, and I will kill. I know there will be deaths. This is war, after all. But my intentions aren't to end with peace with the humans. I want to end with us getting our freedom, as it was deserved. I don't doubt your reasoning, no, it is sound. That's why I made you second-in-command in the last battle. You understand what needs to be done in order to win. But what I doubt, the whole purpose of this speech, is the methods in which you choose to accomplish it. Tactics."
Hector took a step back, turning around, and formulated his words, before proceeding.
"For example. Imagine a group of humans were bottled up in a cavern, the walls very narrow, about 100 of them. Our army had been in pursuit of them for a while, and have them cornered there, our numbers just over 500. They have an escape route in back, but they can't use it until the sun has come up to light the path, which means they have to survive in there until sunrise. You are presented with two choices: Go in after them, and in that narrow path, lose half of our own men, or let that group go, and pursue them another time. I would always take the second option, time and time again. The humans are our enemies, and I will do what I must to kill them, but I would rather save every Pokemon I could than kill the enemy."
"That's the difference between us, Rumble. You would gladly sacrifice half of your own men for victory, when I would gladly die for any one of mine."
Hector turned back around and looked Rumble in the eye.
"So here's the deal: Follow my orders, my tactics, and my methods, and we'll get along splendidly..." He shook his hand with his paw. "...Field General Rumble."
He let go of his hand, and then spoke once more.
"As for this human...he's helped us out quite a bit. He and I discovered a weapon that might very well finish the war, and defeat the humans."