Alright. I'm really trying to get back into the swing of this story. But after doing what I can to make amends for my earlier mistakes and...all of my baggage with Operation: Endgame, I'm having a very hard time keeping my anger in check and being fair with my writing.
This chapter marks the end of the overlap with A Tale of Two Maris, another Coreline story. And...well, I have heard people asking why I'm doing this when I could have just ignored that story.
And I think the most honest answer I can give is...I really do hate A Tale of Two Maris. I know that I've earned some bad karma with my mistakes in the past, and I tried to stay silent about it, but...I honest to god hate that story. As far as I'm concerned, it's nothing but an excuse to have Mari beaten up and humiliated.
Now don't get me wrong. I get that the moral of A Tale of Two Maris is that you should trust in other people. And that Mari would have been better off and saved herself a lot of trouble if she had just trusted Turnot and Karin to do their job and take care of the villain of that story. But if I'm being really honest here, if I had been in Mari's position, if I was being framed for murder and had the power to conceivably go after the killer myself...I'd have done the same thing. Because trust is basically worthless.
No, wait. I suppose that's not quite the right way of putting it. Rather, people who work together and genuinely trust each other can accomplish great things. But in my experience, that kind of trust is so rare that it's virtually non-existent. That's because people that deserve such trust are few and far between. We have cops who frame the innocent because its easier than tracking down the actual culprit, and I've read a story about a cop who frame an innocent man so said cop could continue to pursue said innocent man's wife. And I also have had plenty of instances in my own life where my trust was punished, not rewarded. As such, I've made it a rule in my life to trust only as far as I can verify that the person in question is doing what he/she should be doing. Because blindly trusting anybody will generally result in you winding up with more knives in your back than a TF2 Engineer in a server that's loaded with Spies.
Seriously, if that story had only been about trust, then I can think of a much better way of handling the ending.
Well, I'll be damned! Mari thought as she hovered in the shadows of the abandoned Play-Doh factory. Because of problems on her end, she had been unable to reach this place in time.
And yet, it seemed that her intervention had been unnecessary. Because before she could even fly inside the abandoned factory, the Champions Turnot and Karin, along with what looked like a female Clayface, had successfully defeated the impostor that had been killing others while disguised as the Super Soldier.
They had her down before she even knew what happened! Mari mused, not just a bit impressed with the ease of the capture. Then, with a tired smile, the Super Soldier gave a slight shake of her head. I guess...I haven't been giving the Champions enough credit.
Satisfied that the crisis had been resolved and feeling a bit more optimistic, Mari turned and flew away. Promising to thank the Champions in question at a later date.
Okay, that was a bit short, but you get the idea. Mari flies in, but she's not in time to get involved in the fight. She sees the Champions having gone to so much trouble for an innocent and having done their job well, and feels a bit better as a result.
As it was, that whole story just felt set up for Mari to lose. And as a result, even though I kept silent...I still felt the need to do something to soothe my abraded pride and my irritation. I suppose that's pretty pathetic, all things said and done. A petty and spiteful thing on my part, but...there you have it.
Here's hoping that I didn't screw up too badly and I can finally get this story back on track. Along with my other works.