Joat42 wrote:cthia wrote:..snip..
I love how you are projecting your internalized feelings how the different personas should feel, it does get a bit tedious though.
Being arrogant doesn't mean you also are bigoted. The average citizen in the League most probably doesn't give a damn about Manticore or Beowulf. We have seen examples of arrogant and bigoted BF and FF personnel that resent Manticore - and I think you have equated their feelings with the feelings every Sollie should have.
There are certainly people in the League that hates both Manticore and Beowulf, each for it's own reasons - but so far in the books there is no indication that the Mandarins belong to that group. Well, maybe MacArtney, but he is kind of stupid and gets emotional about anything that threatens him and his fiefdom.
Also, Tsang never got back to Old Earth... Rajampet sat on her to stop her from being questioned about the secret orders.
And if a song and dance routine is your whole argument for me being wrong... Oh jeez...
cthia wrote:Oh my doggy biscuits. Ra - jam - pet is dead.
Joat42 wrote:ART, chapter 27, excerpt wrote:"And Rajani still hasn’t managed to get Imogene Tsang to Old Chicago where we could ask her exactly what her orders in Beowulf were, either, has he?" Quartermain observed. She glanced at Kolokoltsov from the corner of one eye. "She was a hell of a lot more confrontational than she was supposed to be. I can’t help wondering if maybe her instructions—and Filareta’s—might not have included a couple of clauses we didn’t know about."
At that point they only have the written report, Tsang never got questioned in person and after that everything kind of spun of out control so they never got back to her.
So, have you re-read the book yet so you can get your facts straight?
Gees! I'm aware of that.
Rajampet was sitting on her.
Rajampet blew his brains out.
Rajampet isn't sitting anymore.
Rajampet is laying down.
Do you have to be dependent upon the author for everything? If Rajampet is dead to us, he's dead to the author. And he's dead to Tsang. Tsang knows her way back home.
I might as well be a dentist, with all of the teeth I pull.