Alpha Wolf
You and Moreau have never had any dealings with each other before, so you're kind of curious to as why he wanted to see you. You approach Moreau and he's tripping over himself to thank you for seeing him. You're a little suspicious of this treatment, especially since you've never been welcomed by anyone before.
"Wolf, its Wolf right? Or do you prefer Mr. Wolf?"
"Wolf is fine will you tell me why the hell you want to see me so badly for? We've never had anything to do with each other before."
"Yes. Quite correct. My Vision didn't lead me to interact socially that much. Maybe I shouldn't have concentrated so much on my Vision though. Maybe I should've been more flexible. If I had, I might not have the problems I have now."
"Okay, so will you quit with the fucking mystery already and tell me what's going on?"
"As you know I transformed my island into a utopia where no being harms another."
"Pfft, some Utopia. I call it fucking with nature."
"And you know what? I agree with you. At one time, I would've dismissed you as a vicious animal that only pleased his primal instincts."
"You say it as if it's a bad thing." You utter.
"I once thought so but now I'm starting to see reality for the first time. My Utopia wasn't followed by the world it was hated. It was despised. Most are jealous of what I've done and want to destroy it."
"Duh, that's humanity for you. So are you getting to the point anytime soon?"
"My Utopia is about to be destroyed, but NOT directly. No human nation wants to look like the bad guys so you know what they've done instead? They're letting Martians do it for them!"
"What? Martians aren't even allowed on this planet after all the unsuccessful attacks they've attempted on it." You exclaim.
"See that's just it. In exchange of a new Martian-Earthling Peace accord they're letting the Martians put a colony here provided they don't kill any humans. The Martians agreed and MY Island was scheduled for designation for the colony! If we stay they'll be allowed to kill everyone since nobody on there is human except me."
"Well that certainly does suck, but why not just move?"
"WHAT!? That's our home! Would YOU move from your own home?"
"Eh I suppose I can see your point. So what am I supposed to do though?"
Moreau takes another drink and looks at you with dead seriousness.
"I need you to get them all to FIGHT! I need you to get them all in touch with their animal instincts again! I know you're more than just a werewolf. You're the self-proclaimed Alpha. I need that viciousness, I need that aggressiveness, I need it ingrained into my people. I can't do it. I'm not qualified, and I'd only make things worse. I can pay you all the money you want; our economy has always been good. If you like you could even live on the island and spend your remaining years there with nothing to worry about. You could mate with whoever you wanted, we could import whatever meat you wanted, or if you preferred we could even make special arrangements just for you, to hunt living creatures. Anything just please help us."
This is pretty heavy shit. Moreau must be very desperate to come begging to a practical stranger. There's no way he's lying about this, you have heard some stuff lately about Martian-Human relations, though you don't really pay attention to the news a lot. You can't say Moreau's offer isn't appealing on some level, but as much of a badass you are, you're not in your prime anymore. Taking on a shit load of Martians and training a bunch of genetic freaks of nature could be just a little out of your scope.
"Wolf, its Wolf right? Or do you prefer Mr. Wolf?"
"Wolf is fine will you tell me why the hell you want to see me so badly for? We've never had anything to do with each other before."
"Yes. Quite correct. My Vision didn't lead me to interact socially that much. Maybe I shouldn't have concentrated so much on my Vision though. Maybe I should've been more flexible. If I had, I might not have the problems I have now."
"Okay, so will you quit with the fucking mystery already and tell me what's going on?"
"As you know I transformed my island into a utopia where no being harms another."
"Pfft, some Utopia. I call it fucking with nature."
"And you know what? I agree with you. At one time, I would've dismissed you as a vicious animal that only pleased his primal instincts."
"You say it as if it's a bad thing." You utter.
"I once thought so but now I'm starting to see reality for the first time. My Utopia wasn't followed by the world it was hated. It was despised. Most are jealous of what I've done and want to destroy it."
"Duh, that's humanity for you. So are you getting to the point anytime soon?"
"My Utopia is about to be destroyed, but NOT directly. No human nation wants to look like the bad guys so you know what they've done instead? They're letting Martians do it for them!"
"What? Martians aren't even allowed on this planet after all the unsuccessful attacks they've attempted on it." You exclaim.
"See that's just it. In exchange of a new Martian-Earthling Peace accord they're letting the Martians put a colony here provided they don't kill any humans. The Martians agreed and MY Island was scheduled for designation for the colony! If we stay they'll be allowed to kill everyone since nobody on there is human except me."
"Well that certainly does suck, but why not just move?"
"WHAT!? That's our home! Would YOU move from your own home?"
"Eh I suppose I can see your point. So what am I supposed to do though?"
Moreau takes another drink and looks at you with dead seriousness.
"I need you to get them all to FIGHT! I need you to get them all in touch with their animal instincts again! I know you're more than just a werewolf. You're the self-proclaimed Alpha. I need that viciousness, I need that aggressiveness, I need it ingrained into my people. I can't do it. I'm not qualified, and I'd only make things worse. I can pay you all the money you want; our economy has always been good. If you like you could even live on the island and spend your remaining years there with nothing to worry about. You could mate with whoever you wanted, we could import whatever meat you wanted, or if you preferred we could even make special arrangements just for you, to hunt living creatures. Anything just please help us."
This is pretty heavy shit. Moreau must be very desperate to come begging to a practical stranger. There's no way he's lying about this, you have heard some stuff lately about Martian-Human relations, though you don't really pay attention to the news a lot. You can't say Moreau's offer isn't appealing on some level, but as much of a badass you are, you're not in your prime anymore. Taking on a shit load of Martians and training a bunch of genetic freaks of nature could be just a little out of your scope.