+GIFT TO NANCHER+ Interview Time

December 31st, 2011.

It was a crisp morning, skies still snowing from Christmas time, and the season is full of joy... But not to one person. One who has a heart and mind as dark as the shadows of the darkest, blackest, and most dangerous depths of the universe. His name is John Hale Dalton. And his only wish is to work for a major army... But he never wanted to. The conflict was offending him in a manner that causes him to flow his anger into a destructive force... One that is brutal, and yet very interesting...

John Hale Dalton, a renowned mercenary, had been roaming the streets of New Sonora. He never had liked the city, nor the barren, scorched earth around the city. Even though the people try to make the city as "green" as possible (as very strange that may sound), he had never trusted anyone, nor their jobs. The snow wasn't helping, either. In any case, he had with him his most trusted M5A2 Folsom Carbine, from when he had been working with SRPA 4 years ago. (SRPA is now defunct in his timeframe.) It's rather strange seeing how he still had the uniform, and staple weapon of the installation. In any case, he had been walking around for a couple of hours, until he went back inside to Vindrel Hall, his somewhat underground dwelling. He stayed there, not looking outside for anything at all. He just sat in a chair, thinking of what to do. His grumpy appearence doesn't seem to make people think he is normally like this. Something's conflicting him. Until the point that a massive warship had started to hover over Vindrel Hall, he just stayed to his chair, not moving a single muscle. At the point the warship started to hover over Vindrel Hall, he opened the door to meet massive gusts of wind, as well as some strange female soldier dropping in with a few lackeys. This was Tibleam, whom he met beforehand about a year ago (In his timeframe, again.), but he never thought to see her again. Strange occurances. He spoke with a furious tone, trying to keep his anger plugged to a container. "What do you want, Tibleam? I thought I wouldn't see you again, but since you've been here at a very wrong time, I'm guessing you're here for something stupid. Well? Out with it! I don't have all day, you know." Tibleam kept herself looking at John in a determined manner. She spoke to John with somewhat of an assuring tone. "John, I came here to speak to you of a... Well, a private matter. I need to come inside to speak with you. I cannot belate these words, nor can I spit them out in the open." John merely blinked. He gestured Tibleam inside so that way he can have this private matter discussed. He followed her into Vindrel Hall, but, he got out a Saber Heavy Homing Missile Launcher, from a Doombringer soldier he had (rather) brutally murdered from the Siege of Sanctuary about half a year ago. Tibleam merely stared at the weapon for a few seconds, then went on to the matter to be discussed. "Jonathan Hale Dalton, I need you to join me in the Army of Roses. I'm at a sortage of soldiers since the recent wars I had to participate in, and I have been watching your every move. Disguised, you may seem. I truthfully had been spying on your for your skills, and I have come to a conclusion that you could more than likely be a valuable asset in the Army of Roses. So, would you join the elite ranks of my side?" John could bear no more than to painfully laugh. "You think I could join your side? No chance, unless you want yourself to lose under the painful foot of Chaos Croc! You would never even amount to how much power I hold!" He kept laughing, and then went back to scoffing. "You think I would just be a normal soldier? HA! You don't get what the HELL I am! You don't even have the concept of an Overlord! You think I could jsut waltz inside a few battles, and just HELP? You don't know what I am capable of, Tibleam. And unless you can grasp that concept, you're out of my league! Now, get out of my sight before I blow your head into pieces with the Saber I am holding!" Tibleam got up, and walked out, not without saying something to John. "You know, I hope you change. Cause if not..." She walked over to him, and John merely had a hand free to grab. "...I'll be the one to pull the trigger. And I won't hesitate, you hear me? Not even for a sec-" John insisted enough, so he grabbed Tibleam by the neck, holding her in the air. "Offer accepted. Now, until that time arrives, let's consider the subject closed." After saying this, John threw Tibleam down to the ground to his left. Tibleam got up, slightly injured by the throw. She seemed somewhat amazed, but she is angry at him for choking her and throwing her to the ground. She and her lackeys walked outside, sitting on the porch of Vindrel Hall. One of her lackeys spoke. "Mistress Tibleam, what should we do about John Hale Dalton?" "I don't know, Lieutenant. But eventually, he will come to my side... I hope. I'm in distress here. I don't know what to do." Tibleam seemed to somewhat sob a little bit. Her shortage is definitely worrying her. Until the other of her lackeys had spoken to her about this problem. "Maybe... This may sound stupid, but what about... Well, what about giving John some... To put it bluntly, some love?" This put a spark in Tibleam's mind. "Maybe it'll work. But... You know, he did throw me down on the ground back in there... And choked me." "It does not matter, Mistress! Here, let us get you up so that way you can dress up. I'll send an anonymous letter to John for a date." Tibleam merely blinked. "Um, are you sure this will work, Sergeant? I mean, I never really had done an operation like this before, you know." "Oh, don't worry, Mistress. I'm sure this will all go into a perfect line." Tibleam sounded a little worried again. "Okay... I hope this will work."

An hour later.
John Hale Dalton had recieved a letter from an anonymous person about a date. So, upon reading this, he decided to dress into a fancy uniform, including some sort of tuxedo, a tuxedo jacket, tuxedo pants (Lotsa Tux stuff, huh?) the best dress shoes he has, and to top it off, a stylish hairstyle to keep himself generally as best as he can be. He then started to walk off, only to find the same warhip as before hovering above Vindrel Hall. He decided to walk onto the loading platform, which took him up inside the ship. Inside, it was all dim, and fancily lit as well. A couple of soldiers inside started to play the violins, and John looked around for his date, which actually turned out to be Tibleam. He was completely appalled at this. He blinked, but he, along with his special code of honor, cannot deny any woman a date after asked. (His code prevents him from this.) So, he sat down in a chair on the other side of the round table, staying perfectly still. Tibleam spoke to him in a calming manner. "So John, after a year of eluding me, your code makes you waltz right back into my ship." John thought to himsef. "The perfect plan... Sneaky little filcher, she is. Must know my weakness: My code of honor." Tibleam kept speaking to him. "But, in any case, I asked you here on a date to.. I guess, calm you. Your childish action an hour ago made me lose my nerve, but I thought this could cheer your up a little bit. You're not like this, Jonathan. You're not. I know you... We used to be together, before. It was a fun time... Whilst it lasted. And I want to be with you again. Only this time as one of my most trusted companions. I never really would have wanted anything like this before... But, since of recent events... It's come to this. You're a mercenary. I can understand that. But, times come when sacrifices are made for the better of our people. Battles are won by talented soldiers. But wars are won by exceptional individuals. John, I need your help. Please... Join my side. I beg of you." Tibleam started to tear, but John thought it through. He had been missing a piece of his code... And he may have found it. "Battles are fought with talented soldiers... But wars are won with exceptional individuals." Tibleam started to cry at this point. John could not stand the sight of one of his best friends crying... Not even this one. Not even a Kaiserin. Someone of such military authority being known is a prize of an extremely painful lifetime... And even then, it doesn't last for very long either! John decided to join Tibleam's army, to become an exceptional individual for her army... And fight for his Kaiserin. His master. "Kaiserin Tibleam... Ruler of all that trembles under her sight, hear me now, for I shall join your side, to become the war animal that I am destined to be, for the better of our people, and I may sacrifice myself, to keep my Kaiserin standing, in all matters, and I will fight for our side, no matter what the cost is. The road is dangerous... And I will traverse it. May my cries of battle, and the roars of my bullets... lodge themselves into the hearts of our enemies." Tibleam stopped crying, and spoke again. "Does this mean that you'll join me, John?" "Yes, my Kaiserin. I will." John had kept a determined look on his face, and had his hands on Tibleam's. "Here. I took this from the ground whenever I was walking around. Consider this a gift from me... A present, if you will." He pulled back his hands, and Tibleam looked in hers. It was a rose. She sobbed in joy. "Oh John, I thank you so much! You've saved my life from possibly being killed! You are the best person I had ever met!" She hugged John in response to his gift and serving her, and they had stayed together, spent the night together, and they had also fixed a conflict to each other.

In day, night, rough or easy conditions... I will serve my Kaiserin, and I will keep her alive.

No matter what the cost is.