Adaptable Abyss
Poetic Exiles
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Posted - 2013.11.12 09:21:00 -
[1] - Quote
*The fire crackled and sparked at the timber burned. Peices of wood shifted as parts burned away over time. Ash flew into the air like birds riding thermals above a valcano.*
*A group sat around the fire. Their composition was varied but most of them were immortal mercenaries. The recon mission they were on was easy. There were no hostiles nore would there be. The group of warriors would not be so relaxed if there was that possability of hostility.*
*Many would argue to let their guard down was a mistake. Instead one soldier had the face of their helmet open so that their face was visible, lit in the dark by the orange flickering light of the fire.*
*Another individual, a local journeyman protector had been trying to get to know the immortals around him. He was attempting to appear unphased by them but it was obvious by his mannerisms he was intimidated by them. To ease the uncomfortable silence he shared a story or two about his past experiences as a wildlife preservation officer.*
*The mercenary with her face exposed had an unblemished face. Which at first suprised the man who was well on his way into his fifth decade and had his fair share of marks on his aging body.*
"I have not damaged this clone. I have had many scars in my time but none of them on this face in particular."
*She kept her eyes on the flames that licked around peices of wood and branches. The irises of her eyes appeared to glow as if to match the color of the flames surrounded by the warriors. The man stared at her before nodding before turning silently back to the fire, letting the surrounding nature and crackling fire be the only things to make any sound.-áAfter a few long moments the female spoke up again.*
"I'll tell you a story. A true story, though pardon me for any exageration for the sake of dramatization.
In the old days, back when there were no old days, I used to wake up and think "how will I die today?" of course this question eventually turned into "how many times will I die today?" regardless questions remain insidw my head. Some lay dormant in different parts of my brain, others jump around from implant to implant.
The evolution of these questions intrigue me on a scale I'm not proud of. I don't believe I am the type of soldier who should be philosophizing or even using such words in a spoken sentence.
I began my life a weak little thing. Just a sibgle welp amongst many. Nothing particulalry special distinguished me from the others. The only thing that I had when I was born into New Eden was the will to survive.
I was a slave to the grandest empire of the galaxy. The Amarr looked down upon me as nothing better than a body to fight their wars and die for their cause. Did I hate them for it? No.
-áI got more than enough to survive day to day. I had a soft bed, a steady supply of food as well as coin for occasional luxuries. I was good at my labours. I was obedient, dedicated, and most importantly, smart.
My masters saw that I wasn't like the rest. I didn't become a resentful slave nore did I become a gullible servant. I earned my way to more privileges as time went on. Most of it out of luck. Smarts can oy get you so far when your on a leash.
I was sold, to a master that had a reputation of good treatment towards his property. It was the closest I had felt to being free in my intire existance.
I worked day after day. Killing, murdering, slaughtering, or protecting those that did worse than my own deads. The worst was cleaning up after something like that. I'll spare you, but it is something I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy. Regardless, I did anything I needed to in order to survive. It was a long time before I earned my freedom. Even then I was still looked down upon. The only time I was given any public appriciation was on the professional level or if I were compared to someone worse. Usually this meant Minmatar who looked up with scorn because I am still technically Amarr.
I stayed with the caldari military for awhile. Same for gallente. But thr minmatar never really liked me under their employment. I found work for awhile in all the various pirate factions. Before you ask I won't tell you. They paid extra for me y
To keep my silence.
But after everything I find myself here with enough isk to keep my belly as full as my guns. What more can a girl as for?"
*the mercenary finished with a shrug and an almost innocent smile. She looked around at the other figured around the fire to see what they thought or if they wanted to speak up about a story of their own.* |