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Fraceska
Sinq Laison Gendarmes Gallente Federation
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Posted - 2014.03.06 19:42:00 -
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In my first lifetime I remember as a child on my families estate playing games of Templar and Crusader. We recited important sermons and speeches in the courtyard. It was a time of fun and learning. It would shape us into the people we would become. True to God, the Empress and the Empire. I remember playing with wooden swords and shields in the subjugation of the heathens of the north. It was glorious. During this time we had our servants, the slaves, play the role of barbarian for no true Amarr would sully our ancestors by playing one of the enemies of the Faith.
Our schooling began in earnest and was hard most of the time. Yet we were heirs of our family and we succeed. The fate of those who failed I do not wish to contemplate for they were my playmates and friends. Yet this is the way of things it seemed in our family. When we were becoming adults and being tested to see where we could best serve our family I was given the chance to become an Orator. To travel to distant colonies and spread the True Word of the Creator. How could I pass at this chance to hopefully join the Theology Council and ensure that doctrine has been enforced? Some of my family went onto the Imperial Academy or Hedion University. I hear they went through the process and became immortal extensions of Imperial Authority.
To step foot on an Imperial warship for the first time was awe inspiring. The might of our Navy and our soldiers was never to be under estimated. She was a beautiful ship a mighty Armageddon named GÇ£Reverent MercyGÇ¥ We departed after morning prayers. I stood on the bridge of the great vessel delivering my most passionate oratory about our role as protectors and guardians. How it is our mandate to bring the word of the Creator and his light to the peoples of New Eden. The journey was easy enough as none dared to challenge an Imperial battleship. Each day I gave sermons to the crew about the rightness of our mission.
The name of the colony before our arrival is of no importance. We came to them with beneficence in our hearts. Much needed supplies and a greater promise to be part of something far more vast and grand than what they could dream of here. It took time to earn their trust but I had the others and myself to work the fields and help with the upkeep of the settlement. Soon word spread of the arrival from those in the sky and they came in droves to see and hear us. Everything was going smoothly as temples to the Maker were built and they worked hard to become part of a great stellar empire.
Once more fate conspired against us and it brought the Blood Raiders down upon us. They came in such numbers that even the Reverent Mercy was overcome in orbit. People began to flock to the settlement for safety. Now I went from preaching the glories of the Maker to inspiring those Templar with me too defend what we have built here.
GÇ£Amarrians!GÇ¥ I remember to gather their attention GÇ£We were given a great burden of responsibility. That we would be the shepherds of a new era. We would bring the gifts of the Creator to mankind! It falls upon us here this day to defend those who have sworn our service to! We will hold this line until we are reinforced by the Empire or until the last of us draws breath but we will not retreat. We will not abandon those who we have made obligations to!GÇ¥ When I became an adult I was given a sword forged in the early days of the Empire and it passe down through our family. Reports came to us of scattered survivors of the horrors at the hands of the Blood Raiders but we knew our greatest chance of success lay in our concentration of force. And we rallied at that first settlement. Made what fortifications we could and readied.
It was some of the most brutal conflict IGÇÖve ever seen in such close quarters fighting. The outer defenses were lost within that first day. We fell back and made readied for their next wave. All the while we were hoping that reinforcements would jump into the system to relieve our position. The days wore on and doubt began to creep into the hearts of the survivors. We knew on the next wave our defenses would be overwhelmed. Our weapons were all but out of ammunition. Our armor dented and broken yet we stood unbowed. A resolve in our hearts that would not be put out. We readied our swords and knives.
In the peak of the afternoon they came upon us. We continuously fell back in tighter circles the surviving colonists huddled in what few buildings in the center of the settlement survived. My ancestral sword showing wear and tear that it had not seen in a long time. The blood of the heretics staining its once pure metal. Still we would not break. We fought as all true Amarr should fight.
The sound of the sonic boom drew our attention as dozens of dropships arrived. It was the first time IGÇÖve seen these immortals. These new crusaders of the faith. Their presence rejuvenated our lines and we began to push them back. We would trap them at their landing fields and bring the wrath of God down upon them all. During this time I was not aware of my injuries. I could not be slowed by them. It was my faith that sustained me during this time.
We rode with these immortals. Their weapons cutting through the Blood Raiders with sickening ease. The sky was streaked with fire as the Imperial fleet was burning the heretic ships from the sky around this colony. We protect what is ours. This colony, these people, were ours. We bear this responsibility as stoically as we can. When the blood raiders realized they were trapped they pushed against us once more. If the holy texts speak of battles at End of Days then this is but a pale shadow of those events I pray to the Creator that we find salvation before that happens. |
Fraceska
Sinq Laison Gendarmes Gallente Federation
550
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Posted - 2014.03.06 19:42:00 -
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To the end of that battle I cannot say what happened for my wounds finally took their toll. I remember being carried on a litter. Priests chanting and bells. The chipping away at stone tablets that would forever record my deeds. My actions have served my family well. A martyr for what it means to be Amarr. Yet this is not the end of my tale.
One life ends. And another begins. Those immortals deemed me worthy to join their esteemed ranks. This failing body was cloned. My life ended. Yet I was reborn again. In that moment of bright white the gates of Heaven stood before me and it was gone. My spirit once more in a mortal shell. This endless cycle of life and death. Apart from the wheel but integral to it. I will endure a thousand and one lifetimes. I will fight with that fire in my heart. The sword that I carried rests in my families vault once more. Left in its state at that final battle. Draped in ceremonial cloth and lit by candles it is a place of memory now. That spirit of the sword. Its very essence is part of me now. All that it represents. I shall be the sword of the Empire. I shall protect her people. I will walk into hell so that others can see the light of Heaven. This is my fate.
I stand now on the war barge looking down upon the world that had sheltered me as a child. A precious gem. Around me now are the weapons of war that I will use to defend it and all her people. My faith shall be my shield. I still fulfill my function as Orator for my brothers and sisters that listen.
We are Amarr. Honor. Courage. Integrity. We will shepherd New Eden into a new age. We will spread the truth. And in so doing save the souls of our fellow man. This is why I fight. This is why I walk through hell. I have no fear for He is with me. Do you have such strong convictions? You fight for money, for power and fame. You have no higher calling. I ask to you, are you hollow? Do you not wish for something better? There is more to our lives than money and mortal influence. Perhaps in time you will be willing to listen to me.
In a thousand lifetimes you will come. And I will still be here. Waiting to guide you on the true path. I hold no anger or hate towards you my brothers and sisters. I am Amarr it is my duty. |
Fraceska
Sinq Laison Gendarmes Gallente Federation
552
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Posted - 2014.03.06 20:39:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:Very well written, that is the mind set of the average Amarr. Like every other person we want to see our family do well, our people taken care of and protected, and the noble amongst us are willing to die for it if they must.
Honestly I didn't think you could write and unbiased piece on the Amarr but I am very impressed.
The more you explore the Amarr culture the more their charm grows on you doesn't it?
Well thanks :D Most of these 550 likes come from the short stories I've written in the past. The thing that keeps me around is the lore of the setting. Like Eve most of the content that keeps people around is player driven. So I do the best that I can with what I have access to (which is not much). I may use my Amarrian alt and do a FW battle and write a short story based around that. It's all that we can really do to have the immersion in the setting beyond an endless grind for LPs.
In Eve I've played the Gallente and Amarrians the most so that is what I would write about. Minmatar and Caldari I don't have to much personal experience with so I don't think I could get it right like I would want too. Perhaps my next story will be through the eyes of a Matari. And save the Caldari for last. |
Fraceska
Sinq Laison Gendarmes Gallente Federation
554
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Posted - 2014.03.06 23:47:00 -
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I stand in this battle barge looking over the battleground and with me are my fellow Amarr, but more shockingly I see others in the armor of the Caldari, the Gallente and more of a surprise the Minmatar. Have them embraced the true path or are they merely empty hollow things in it just for the money and prestige that such conflicts bring? I know my calling and it fills me with a sense of calm even when facing the certainty of death.
On the barge are recite the prayers of benediction upon myself and the others who would kneel to accept the prayers. Others watch us, they do not know our ways. They do not know what drives us to do the things that we do. Etching into our armor and our weapons were personal prayers. Affixing prayer cloths to our armor. An ancient tradition that pleases me greatly to see that we still carry it on. Our society has not changed much at its core in more than a thousand years. We deploy to one one of our colonies Gebuladi VI.
I feel the gravity shift as our Command Center detaches from the battle barge. It is going to be our hub for operations currently on this world. The Minmatar have launched an attack against us. It saddens me that yet for all we are demonized they can get away with so much in the name of an uprising. They can murder our families, burn our cities and they consider it just! When we defend or retaliate without being labeled tyrant or oppressor. So many double standards exist within New Eden. This why we must spread the Word of the Creator so that we can end this conflict and unite the galaxy into a new golden age of peace and prosperity.
We deploy from the command center to loosely. We Amarr stick together to fight for one of our colonies. Those hollow ones run off to whatever fate awaited them too die again and again. Have you seen what happens when we fall? The nanites activate and the armor and body dissolve. The same with our vehicles. We leave nothing behind but broken and barren wastelands where ever we fight. Ash from the burning buildings and landscape clogs the air but the filters in our suits clear up any distortion or contaminants. In the distance I can hear the crackle of burning. These buildings not even complete and they come under attack all because they are Amarr. All because they think they bleed us in these attacks.
They strengthen us. They stoke the fires of our passion. We will defend what is ours. In the ash covered ground my boot leaves a perfect impression, like the first explorer to their worlds moon. Something catches my eye and I move towards it. Brushing away the dust and the dirt is a childs toy discarded in the panic to evacuate. I do not know if this child made it out in time or if their family is still alive. Calling to one of my squad mates to put the doll in my pack. I would remember this for all time.
We push onwards to our objective and I see more of the discarded lives that were so traumatically uprooted. Unlike us, their bodies do not dissolve so I know they are the colonists. Some were shot in the back as they tried to make for the starports and to safety. I pull up the emergency roster of this colony. All survivors in green, missing and no response in yellow, confirmed dead in red. Only 31% of the colonists got out. As we pass I offer another prayer to the Maker to shepherd their souls into Heaven. No one deserved this fight.
I am thankful my helmet covered my face. While we may be immortal and enhanced at our core we are still human with all the emotions that came with it. No tears. Not now. I had to control my breath least anger overwhelm me and I lose all tactical awareness of the situation. The optics light up and point out hostiles. And I wait within the blasted remains of a building. In the darkness the only thing they hear before their doom is the motor of my weapon cycling up to full. Always forward, never back I push into them. Warnings in the suit plot to many weapon impacts to properly track but I donGÇÖt stop.
They fall back away from my righteous vengeance. Afraid of the justice that I bring for the fallen. Their armor does not protect them as faith protects us. The hollow ones fall like wheat before a farmerGÇÖs scythe. Now battle has joined elsewhere and the thunderous impact of great and terrible weapons can be heard. From above beams of searing light burn across the landscape at the command of those on the ground.
My anger gets the better of me. I pushed too far ahead out of the range my squad can support and I fall. Without my heavy armor and weapons the enemy weapons the position. The shock of reawakening is almost as bad as the moment of death. As I step naked from the tube with no trace of injury the nanites build around me. By the time I reach the jump point IGÇÖm fully armored and armed once again. Once more into the fray I go. The battle was brutal and costly. In the end the broken remains of the enemies carrier litters the ground.
As I awaited transport away from this world I look out over the burning colony and I asked myself why did this need to happen. What goal did the enemy accomplish beyond the murder of innocent people. There was no strategic reason to attack. The world could produce grains and other foodstuffs but there are other more fertile worlds. So many questions.
When we got back to the battle barge and I removed the armor I took this moment to relax. That toy was retrieved and I moved to the private shrine that I had set up. In the other hand was the data slate of the names of those who did not make it out of the colony. I am not ashamed to admit that I cried in those moments of reflection. Even to this day I have that childs toy no matter where I go as a reminder of what I fight for. The names of those colonists and others of those who could not save are in the data slate. |
Fraceska
Sinq Laison Gendarmes Gallente Federation
554
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Posted - 2014.03.06 23:48:00 -
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For these failures I will not break the cycle of life and death in an ever present state of war. I must atone for the lives we cannot save. Sleep overtook me as I prayed with that childGÇÖs toy so close. I dreamed the first time that I can remember in a long time. Back on my families estate. With those wooden swords and shields. How black and white my world was then. Of the glories we said that we would see. To be knighted by my mother in these dreams of heroism after the defeat of heretics and rebels of the old tales.
A deeper sleeper overtakes me and I no longer dream. |
Fraceska
Sinq Laison Gendarmes Gallente Federation
558
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Posted - 2014.03.07 01:28:00 -
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There was a period of inactivity after that conflict at the colony. By far the longest IGÇÖve ever had. Though looking back on it I am thankful for having that moment to reflect on my decisions. I had not been home since that fateful battle. I appear much as I did then though I am different now. Shaped by experiences I stand tall and proud despite the burdens that I carry. In the evening before our family meal I lead them in prayer to thank the Creator for all that he has given our House and to my family. Because of our actions my cousins and siblings that made it through our training and testing have proposed marriages to many a powerful houses. It is a glorious time for us.
I am not use to such quiet. Even on the ship there is a constant hum as energy from the core courses through the ships bones. Such serenity as I walk beneath the star filled sky not choked with fire and smoke. The only thing that falls from the sky here is rain. Not ashes, dust and the remains of those consumed in war. We are only human despite the power that we now command and those burdens can seem impossible to carry.
I do not doubt the rightness of our divine task. Or the responsibility that we carry. In my heart I fear that I would not be strong enough and the moment IGÇÖm needed most is when I can no longer bare it and collapse. I share my deepest thoughts and feelings to only one person. The only one I truly trust is my mother. Her amber hair. Those bright green eyes. Her musical voice that seemed to be the stuff of angels. She consuls me in these dark times. Do outsiders think we can even love or trust someone? That they are all just considered exploitable? Speaking just of me I love deeply, perhaps too deeply for my fellows. When their lifetimes come and go I will be here in my endless vigil. Speaking to her sures up my resolve. I know that I can do this. I am an heir to my house. I am an Amarrian.
In the days that follow I spend time in the family library and vault. I learn of our past deeds. With my station comes a new level of authority and nothing is barred to me. It is again a gift that I cherish deeply. Endless hours spent in the vaults looking over heirlooms and artifacts rekindling that connection to my past. I read from the oldest copies of Holy Scripture that remain. How fervent their faith was. Each page hand written in a dialect that is no longer spoken on the home world.
Attending functions with my family in the high and royal courts. A smile can go a long way. Bowing and handshakes. They watch and analyze everything that I do for signs of favor. These political games are unbecoming. We should be focused on our Empire. Teaching and leading those under our care to the Truth of the Word not squandering our wealth in galas and pointless finery. The maidens in their gowns. Princes with their sabers and elaborate coats. The clergy in their homespun garments. Everything is so staged. So fake. The tenacious alliances that keep the houses bound together.
Watching them from the sidelines I cannot help but question their faith. Is this what the Maker wanted his chosen people to do? Is this how he wanted us to act. There was one that seemed to follow me about. IGÇÖm sure to others his charming smile was impressive. His looks dashingly handsome. It seems I found part of the reason my family wished me to attend this gala. His family had connections they would like to cultivate. I a favored daughter. Hero. Warrior. Orator. I cannot be bothered by such things. This is not my duty. I cannot put aside all that IGÇÖve become just to be wed to some pompous aristocrat that thinks too highly of themselves.
I keep this all inside. I do not voice my opinion or my distaste. It never even crosses my features such is my control. My family is too important to me for such selfish actions. So I smile and laugh at his jokes. We share some fine wine. The moment I dread when he asks me to dance. IGÇÖve not had to dance since I was young. Though it seemed time spent in battle and in the dropsuit keeps one agile. So we dance the night away. He is soft. The nobles lifestyle has eroded his morality. Perhaps I would have been like this had my path not taken such a turn. Compared to my toned and athletic body. IGÇÖm not the prim and dainty waif that flit through these halls in gowns that are a size or two too small.
We make plans to meet again upon my return. I pray to the Creator that my duties to the Empire keep me away for long enough that he finds another suitor. I could not stand to be shackled to another. I love my father and my mother. Yet I see so much wasted potential. She could have done great things as I have or my sisters. For her that was not her path. Who am I to question the plans the Creator for each of us. The day of my departure we once more share a familial prayer. I leave knowing they respect me immensely. That IGÇÖm allowed to pursue this path the Maker has shown to me. If they would have pressed the issue for me to stand down from my vigil I would have. They are my family. They are all that I have. Though they understand my commitment to protecting the Empire to follow in the steps of our greatest ancestors. I suppose more pragmatically that they use my success to further the family.
Our politics should not be so ruthless. We should be united in our Faith and to spread the Truth of the Word. Not squabble with each other in the palaces old surrounded by fading glory. We must rekindle the light of our civilization! |
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