USH'S MATRIX GAME- Zion play thread.

"Agents weren`t working with us, they just temporarily shared the same goal." -Says Melkor, joining the conversation. He spent most of the time after mission alone, thinking.

"Yeah, agent's are never friendly. They just re-organised their priorities, and killing us got knocked down low. We got lucky this time. Hell, I got super lucky, the damage to the Percy should have killed me." Cloud says thinking the mission over.

"I dunno, thats the second time they've bailed us out. I think they might have a little soft spot....We're affecting them emotionally..."

"Neither of us should have survived that one, Cloud...saying we got lucky doesn't even begin to cover it. And I don't know, Burn, they do still seem pretty set on killing us all."

"Small steps. I want Daniels to cry a little on the inside when he punches me next time...."

Mors is quiet on the matter of Agents, especially when Daniels is mentioned.

"He never goes away, that one..." he finally says, tapping a sip of his drink.

"He's been bothering you for quite some time now, hasn't he..."

"Unfortunately."

"Sennacherib....he had to die, didn`t he?" -Asks Melkor suddenly.

"I'm sure a number of people said the samething about us, but I wouldn't put it past him to have survived somehow," Berserker says.

"I wonder if this experience changed him..." -Melkor thinks how much he has changed himself.

"Its hard to say without talking to him, but I think in some form or another when time periods are involved nothing remains static even the King." Berserker says taking another swig.

"He was so convinced of his superiority, but at the end we had to point his own delusions to him."

"Well he was correct in everything he said would happen, he just didn't seem to understand some people just don't care."

"He couldn`t understand that his own kind rejected his reason. Quite sad..."

"I think it worse then that," Berserker remarks. "I think he couldn't understand that his own kind rejected him."

"This is very human....." -Melkor takes another drink, obviously in melancholic mood.

"The more I fight this war the more I seem to find that particular aspect between us and them blurred." Berserker rubs his glass and lifts to look through it. "Sometimes I feel like there isn't a line at all."

"But that's crazy. We're not the ones using them as batteries. We're fighting for freedom, they're fighting for control." Hawk takes another swig.

"In some ways isn't that what we are doing. I mean when this war is done and if we win what will we do to the Programs?" Berserker takes a swig.