If the amarr weren't monsters then your people wouldn't see them as such. May you one day find freedom, misguided one.

((Seems like a good story so far, keep it up!))

Man those amarr are monsters. I like the poison bit as that was one of the subjects mom covered in my homeschooling. but to use it to control someone is just wrong. Poisons are for killing and negotiating(You have the door code I want, and a virulent poison in your veins, and I have an antidote and enough isk for you and your family to move off world to a nice tropical zone on some far off temperate planet. Door code please.) not controlling someone long term.

I would say the same to you.

I have found my freedom on the fields of war. I am immortal, not a dog of any state, nor a simple gun for hire, never a slave to monsters.

It is in freeing myself from the cycle of life and death that I can see. None are pure, not you, not your empress, and not your master. We are all monsters that wear the skin of mankind, but remarkably few are willing to admit it. I am willing to admit. I am willing to bear the sin and the virtue of that truth. To stand for the day when none may be as monsters, but as free men, not separated by creed, or clan, or morality.

What is it that you fight for?

Denak, I am, I always have been and always will be a monster. But again, I am wiling to admit it. That is my separation, I am not torturing for "freedom", or some twisted faith, I do it to get what I need from others, no higher purpose. I give them a moment of pain, which, I prefer to actually use painless poisons for, or in some cases, no poison at all and merely the threat of a poison, in exchange for an easy life far from the conflicts they've been abandoned to.

How would hardship inflicted on you by another ever sway you to the faith which demanded they inflict that pain on you?

I already toiled for a higher purpose. It was a fruitless effort that left me so broken that I used to hurl myself into conflict hoping that each death would be the final one. I now have seen that there is no purpose in this world beyond the one we create for ourselves. It is for this reason that I can die a thousand times and get up a thousand and one. This reason allows me to fight on the behalf of the damned, the lost, and those without even the voice to protest what their masters do in the name of their faith.

You might be a noble demon, Templar. But you are a monster no less and no greater than myself.

And I was a "guardian of freedom, peace, and justice" Just some words they say in hopes you can tell yourself as you torture and kill civilians for "the greater good"

Where is his wrath for those who cry out in pain from which they cannot escape?! for the child whose mother was executed for treason she didn't commit!? For the Bastard who carried that order out?! Where, Templar?!

I am the blade in the night who silences the false gods as they sleep in their gilded chambers. I am the poison that courses through their followers as they doubt the power of their false idol. I am the Heathen without the gates of heaven and the doubt within each heart. No angel may slay me, and no faith may banish me for I am an ideal. A world free of sin.

Denak, I am, I always have been and always will be a monster. But again, I am wiling to admit it. That is my separation, I am not torturing for "freedom", or some twisted faith, I do it to get what I need from others, no higher purpose. I give them a moment of pain, which, I prefer to actually use painless poisons for, or in some cases, no poison at all and merely the threat of a poison, in exchange for an easy life far from the conflicts they've been abandoned to.

How would hardship inflicted on you by another ever sway you to the faith which demanded they inflict that pain on you?

Its is not God's role to punish the sinners for their actions, He creates, we maintain, you made your choices, it is my Duty, the duty of my brothers to hunt you.

Eventually you shall reap what you have sown not matter how many pretty, meaningless words you try to shield yourself with.

I have chosen my title and path. It is to burn down everything. I am a monster, the worst kind, that which hunts other monsters yet cares not for the sons and daughters of man who might stand in my way. I will destroy it all, and when the great four lie in ruins we shall all be freed. From righteous lies, from false freedom, from the petty rat race. Then, may true freedom come about.

For all this determination Templar, we might have been friends in a different life. May your faith shield you when we one day meet on the field.

awwww, come out and play templar, it's nice, there's non recycl- less recycled? air out here!

also, liking the story, but uh... be wary of those black suits. Dark isn't evil, but the orders they're given have a habit of being for "the greater good" handed down from places that most certainly do not have it in mind.

I have chosen my title and path. It is to burn down everything. I am a monster, the worst kind, that which hunts other monsters yet cares not for the sons and daughters of man who might stand in my way. I will destroy it all, and when the great four lie in ruins we shall all be freed. From righteous lies, from false freedom, from the petty rat race.

... from the civilzations that provide the infrastructure and technical expertise that sustain your existence.

No one stands alone, miserable fool.

I'm something a bit more insidious than that, an ideal. Ideals need not water, nor food, nor any "technical expertise". They need a single thought, a spark to illuminate the darkness. A spark that will bring the heavens low.

Ah. Make that "miserable fool with a high opinion of the contents of his head."

An ideal is not some perfect form existing in some world reserved for shining beings of light. An ideal is an idea with pretensions, a product of human minds-- frequently human minds engaged in flights of fancy that take them deep into realms of abstraction and away from the concrete. We're ever so good at talking ourselves into all sorts of nonsense.

The anarchist, the sort of creature you seem to be, is a particularly short-sighted breed. Humans are hierarchical by nature. Anarchy collapses into some of the nastiest forms of hierarchy the way a supersaturated solution grows crystals: you might be able to keep it liquid in a test tube, but in the wild? Not likely.

That would seem to make you a careless romantic chasing a ideological phantasm without regard for your own wellbeing or that of your fellow sapients.

It takes a certain kind of courage to look reality in the eye and take it for what it is, soldier. I've never met an anarchist who had it.

Reality is chaos. a random happening, a billion to one chance. Who are we to deny it? All this fake freedom, petty grudges, and blind faith try to keep the truth of the world from people. I just want to tip it a bit and watch it wobble, maybe fall down. Then to pick itself back up and see if new flowers bloom from old seeds. If a few get crushed within the cogs of the dying machinations of petty men, so absorbed with their own power that they'll brand any speech against them as an enemy and sick their hounds upon, then so be it.

You call me a fool, but what does it say of the man who knowingly and seriously converses with a fool?

Reality is chaos. a random happening, a billion to one chance. Who are we to deny it? All this fake freedom, petty grudges, and blind faith try to keep the truth of the world from people. I just want to tip it a bit and watch it wobble, maybe fall down. Then to pick itself back up and see if new flowers bloom from old seeds. If a few get crushed within the cogs of the dying machinations of petty men, so absorbed with their own power that they'll brand any speech against them as an enemy and sick their hounds upon, then so be it.

You call me a fool, but what does it say of the man who knowingly and seriously converses with a fool?

Or woman, in this case.

Don't talk of foolishness like it's some kind of rare and special condition, soldier. Most people are fools. I might aspire to wisdom, but I can't claim to have achieved it-- I'm just clever. A clever fool. Also probably a little arrogant, which is a problem.

You just happen to be flapping your foolishness in the breeze at the moment for the rest of us to smell.

Chaos is also an idea, though one that exists closer to reality than an "ideal" does-- it's an idea that's usually used to describe how things are, have been, or might become, rather than how they "should be." Reality can be described in terms of chaos, or in terms of ordered systems. Ideally, you need both: order tends to collapse into and spontaneously emerge from chaos. Order is to some extent always unstable, always an illusion-- but so is chaos, which contains its underlying orders and tends to collapse back into predictability.

Either can be unpleasant to live through. This is beside the point, though.

Reality is reality. There's no denying it; it has this way of insisting on being itself, whatever else you may wish it were. It doesn't need our help to be what it is, however chaotic or orderly that may be. If you insist on being an anti-civilizing force ... the stars aren't going to care. Chaos won't applaud your good work. Chaos has no reason to notice. It doesn't require reason, and there's no sign that it "notices" things-- it simply is.

The only things that care will be you and your fellow sapients. That is, the creatures you're hurting as you try to help out something that never, ever needs help.