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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.07.01 05:02:00 -
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You are walking around the massive corridor encircling the main summit rotunda. Lining the outer wall you see hundreds of doors and entrances, each one leading to the offices and quarters of the attending corporations. Your eyes absentmindedly skim the countless corporation names stenciled above the doors. Suddenly one of the entrances catches your eye.
The door, a beautifully etched and inscribed golden portal, obviously imported by whichever corporation had set up there. To the right of the door is a similarly adorned plaque reading 'P.I.E.' in elegant Amarrian calligraphy. Above the door way is the inscription 'Semper Pax.'
You decide to enter, golden panels slide aside as you step forth into a brilliantly lit lobby. Its walls are tastefully set with bas relief designs, and all the furniture is of richly colored, exotic wood, upholstered with silver and blue velvet. From behind a nearby desk a uniformed man stands up and bows slightly. And indicates you pass through a security station, manned by technicians with a watchful pair of armed Kamiera Guardsmen bearing the crest of the Praetoriate.
After disarming yourself you take a seat in the waiting area complete with ornate benches and chairs, a small hologram depicting the lastest bulletins as reported by the Amarrian News Network.
You hear a voice, the uniformed man from behind the desk, he addresses you and bids you welcome.
"Welcome to the Emissary Offices of the Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris. Please take a seat and somebody will see you shortly."
" We need to reclaim their fates and envelop them in ours. And we need to love them, no matter how much it hurts."
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.07.01 22:33:00 -
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Kador let out a loud yawn and looked up from the Neocom unit on his desk. Day of looks at inventories and shipping manifests had drained him mentally and it was only now on the third day of the restorations that he had found time to pity the Legate who had seen to the paperwork.
The paper work must have been a nightmare, he thought to himself leaning back in his chair, enjoying the simulated evening light which suffused the offices with a warm golden glow. He sighed closing down the inventory and opening one of his many news applications, reading the bulletins for several minutes.
He was interrupted as his personal communications channel was opened.
"Classiarii Ouryon." The receptionist sounded almost as though he was asking a question. " The Palatinus and Classiarii Yassavi are here sir. Please come down to the main concourse to greet them."
"Noted." Came his tired reply. "I will be down shortly."
There was a slight pause before the man spoke again.
"Shall we prepare some refreshments? The stores are not yet fully stocked but we have several wines, non alcoholic beverages, and Amarrian tea's ready."
"Of course." Kador replied. He was sure that his tone would give away how hungry he was, food was a luxury he hadn't bothered with much of the last few days, having had so few slaves available for his personal use during the move he had chosen to forgo his lunching and dinner.
"Ask our guests what they would prefer and see to it that the kitchen staff make that their priority. Have a cask of the YC112 Vintage brought out and a portion of the Athran Sol..."
"I am sorry Classiarii, the seafood has not arrived from Domain."
"I see. Whatever we have will do then."
He presented himself to the Palatinus in a timely fashion, it wound not do him well to make a superior office wait on him, and gave a graceful bow before dropping into an parade stance, hands clasped behind his back.
He wore a simple garb, not his usual roughspun dress. Instead this time a silken doublet in the colours of the Tash-Murkon, witht flowing gold stitching running down the arms and around the hem at the waist, matching pants, and a pair of stylish field officers boots in the latest Amarrian style.
As usual he bore the medal of St Ageroth and wore his traditional crimson sash about his chest. His mid length black hair combed back, the green chips that were his eyes jumping about has he fidgeted uncomfortably in the more less practical civilian garb.
"Ashaltiasten Sir, Welcome to the new offices. Your personal office is almost ready for your use, additionally we are only awaiting your personal effects."
He turned his head, intending to acknowledge the other Classiarii present with a respectful nod, eyes widening in horror as he saw the mans heavy set and armour clad form.
"Please be careful Classiarii..... the furniture is not designed for such weights."
" We need to reclaim their fates and envelop them in ours. And we need to love them, no matter how much it hurts."
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11457
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Posted - 2014.07.01 23:04:00 -
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Kador sighs deeply, rubbing at his temples.
No doubt another large folder of corporate invoices were going to be arriving on his desk for processing. He did not relish the thought. It had been so much easier when he could have set Satja to the task but the experience was a humbling, and very necessary, one.
" I see." He replied tersely "Perhaps next time you could see your way to make the one supervising the office shifts aware of these changes. In any case welcome to the offices Classiarii. A station of your choosing is available on the upper balcony adjacent the Senior Officers private offices."
He gestured to the Offices beyond, indicating as he spoke the various additions and features of the new Embassy.
"The offices are of course much large to accommodate the corporations growth. ON the first floor we have the main lobby and central concourse. Beyond that are a Classiarii Dormitories, Servants Quarters, and Kitchen's. On the upper floor we have the Classiarii and support staff work stations and Senior Officers personal Offices."
" We need to reclaim their fates and envelop them in ours. And we need to love them, no matter how much it hurts."
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.07.06 20:06:00 -
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Denak Kalamari wrote:After the Templar came in and told the guards to let Denak through, he gave the hooded Amarr a slight bow of his head to show his gratitude as he went past the guards and into the lobby he was guided. He slipped the odd shard back into his cloak as he took a seat on one of the couches, arms neatly set on his lap as his head turned around to scan his surroundings.
"Some tea would be nice", he half-spoke to himself, pausing for a brief while before his gaze fixated back on the hooded Templar. "If you see Classiarii Ouryon, do tell him I wish to meet him in private", he further requested, as he quietly gestured the person manning the lobby desk, asking him for tea as he set out to wait for Kador to come.
After having explained the lay out and directed the two Classiarii to their work stations Kador makes for the refuge of his own personal cubicle. However before he can cross out of the main concourse one of the numerous servants approaches. He explains that a man I here to see him.
Who?, he considers briefly to himself, before discounting the notion. The purpose of the Offices was of course to engage with as many souls as possible.
He waves the servant on, nodding his thanks, and approaches the cloaked individual waiting in the lobby area. As he approaches his mind is rapidly trying to ascertain whether or not he knows the man.
Could it be one of my kind, some mercenary from one of the battlefields?
Kador narrows his eyes, cranes his neck to get a better look at his guest. After a moment his eyes widen with surprise and a broad grin breaks out across his tired face.
"Ashaltiasten Denak...... Lord knows it has been too long since I last saw you around these parts. Welcome to the new offices of the Praetoriate's ground forces..... I apologise for the mess but as you can see we still have some works to be completed......"
He trails off a moment studying Denak further, something is different about him. He did not wear proudly as of his Intaki colours of symbols as he once had, the cloak was a simple one that cast his as a member of the clergy or perhaps a pilgrim of some kind and the way his eyes darted too and fro cemented the notion that something was off.
"In anycase my friend please feel at ease here. If you like I can offer you a tour..... or perhaps some kind of refreshments."
He glaced up and around, gesturing to the receptionist.
"Is someone seeing to the.... they are? Splendid.
Back to Denak.
"But please perhaps we should sit and talk, on the main concourse we have a lovely Mehkios Evening mood perfect for talk while you eat....or perhaps you might approve of something closer to home. I am sure we have something Intaki in datastores."
*"I watched you. From candle to a torch you grew. I'll always remember those days with great affection." - Satja Askarin
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.07.09 22:53:00 -
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Denak Kalamari wrote:
" I would like to discuss something in private", he requested, still seeming a little restless despite feeling more relaxed and secure around his friend. He was definitely looking for someone or something, like someone was after him. Underneath the front that was vis calm demeanor, there was a hint of concern, maybe even fear, something Denak rarely showed.
Kador studied the man for a long momment, if the man was concerned the Templar did not pick up on it, then gave a warm smile.
"Please follow me then. Perhaps Platinus Metsar will not mind if we borrow his offices for a momment or two eh? I'll have the serv......"
He cut off abruptly as.....
Jonny D Buelle wrote:Jonny stumbled into the embassy. He spent the whole night at the brothel and had misplaced his key to his quarters. And by misplaced, one might say he handed it to a stripper for some late night entertainment. He smelled heavily of booze, vomit, and cigarettes. Yet he did not seem to care. In his hand he still held one of his beers.
Looking around the embassy, he spotted a nice comfy looking chair. He downed his beer and smashed the bottle on the ground before stumbling towards the chair. It took him a while, his body moving this way and that, like a drunken sailor on a ship. When he reached the chair he collapsed on it and passed out, snoring loudly and obnoxiously.
For a moment Kador was dumbfounded as the man smashed his bottle against the ground, stumbled to a chair, and collapsed in a drunken stupor. It was respectful in the very least to present yourself at a diplomatic offices in such a dishevelled state let alone to simply wander in.....what were those Kamiera's doing out there he wondered to himself.
For a moment a look of utter disgust passed his face, darkening it, bile rising in his throat. The emotion passed quickly but left a bad taste in his mouth.
Still this man shows us the utmost disrespect in this act, he considered breifly, but he's not worth causing an incident over.
He glanced to the Intaki, bowing apologetically.
"My apologies Denak, bear with me as I see to our guest."
With that he turned to Saren, who had bowed to him before. In his combat clone he towered over Kador, and looked a very imposing figure of only the purest and most well bred Matari stock. He was a warrior born and bred, even without the enhancements of his armour and the physical size of the combat clone he would have stood out.
There was always something about those possessed of spiritual purpose that did. Perhaps one of the reasons he recognised Denak as a friend despite their religious differences.
"Miles Dykon, If you would see some of your men to remove this....man from our Offices. Perhaps a couple of them could escort him to the medical wards of the station.... no harm should come to him unless he resists."
Kador tried to remain as official as he could, but could not completely suppress his annoyance....distractions..... Lord knew he needed something to eat, and these distractions were not doing anything for his mood, or the headache that was only now starting to form behind his eyes.
" Also later if it please you I could show you to your personal work stations. With the recent ....changes to the Warzone I fear all Classiarii are going to be under severe logistical strains when we redeploy to the Gheinok I Tower." He said in a tired but more amicable tone.
As he leaves the Miles with his duties....
Thal Vadam wrote:Thal approaches Kador and Denak wearing a hoodless robe and a golden blade at his side. His face is young but his expresion is that of an elder. He has a short beard and long black hair. He bows to Kador
"Greetings brother Kador"
After his bow he looks at Denak with curiosity but suspicion.
"Who is this?"
Kador turns to greet his brother in arms.
"Salve Tiro Vadam, Ashaltiasten and welcome to our new offices. This..." He said indicating to the robed Intaki. " Is my friend Denak Kalamari of the Intaki peoples. We have been on many missions together...."
With that he turns back to Denak.
"Shall we..... God willing I can get that drink and something to eat."
Beckoning for Denak to follow he leads him out across the concourse, up the central staircase, to the ornate office doors, marked in a flowing script etched neatly into a decorative plate of pure gold depicting the name Maikyl Metsar.
The door swings open as Kador pushes against it. Inside a simple unfurnished offices makes itself visible. A laquered wooden desk dominates the central space office contrasting strongly with the marbled floor of the chamber. On it rests a necom unit, a copy of the Pax Amarria, and several invoices from Noble Appliances. Lining the walls are equally magnificent shelved, several only partially lined with holy texts and corporate files.
To the rear of the chamber is a great glass window its very surface rippling. Kador strides over to the desk and imputs several commands on the Neocom unit and the room lights up with a warm golden glow reminiscent of a sunset on Mehkios.
He beckons Denak in gesturing to one of the seats set out before the desk, while he takes the seat behind the desk and waits.
"So you came back......My son, my Udorian son.....bearing the filthy blood of his heathen mother." - Eaderan Ouryon
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11816
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Posted - 2014.07.14 00:16:00 -
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Denak Kalamari wrote:
Before he could finish that sentence, a series of knocks came from the door, indicating that a servant was outside. After stepping inside, the servant carried a plate with two cups for tea and a jug of fresh Mehkios tea, as well as an assortment of ingredients to make more if necessary. Denak accepted his own cup with another bow of his head, grasping it with both his hands. He closed his eyes upon taking the first sip for a brief while, not so much to feel the taste but to listen to the barely audible and low hum of the reactors operating deep within the facility.
"It is also good to see you, friend."
Following behind the first servant was another, this one bearing a silver platter with an assortment of flay breads complimented by a number of Amarrian delicacies. Goat's cheese, cucumber and tomato slices drizzled with olive oil, and an assortment of more exotic side dishes. A pair of embroidered blue and silver napkins bound by an exquisitely carved platinum band rested beside the plates alongside a line of small serving forks.
Kador sat forwards in his seat as the platter was laid upon the desk, nodding his thanks as the servant bowed respectfully to him, before helping himself to a hunk of flat bread and a large wedge of cheese.
The first bite was bliss, the strong flavours of the cheese were an assault on his senses. Without hesitation he went back for seconds, piling up more modest slices of the cheese, cucumber and tomato slices.
"Indeed it is good to see you too Denak." He said, drawing one of the napkin, dabbing at the corners of his mouth. "It's been far too long since Satja and I saw you last. Never forget you showed us a great kindness and always welcome wherever we may find ourselves."
He gave the Intaki a pleasant smile, before picking at a slice of cucumber with one of a dozen of the small serving forks rolling it back and forth around the edge of its plate.
Without looking up. " You mentioned your life has undergone some changes my friend please by all means tell me of them, my own has also seen some rather radical changes as you might expect. Life in the service to the Empire is never one of leisure but the paper work can be tedious in the extreme...."
He cut off realising he was slipping off topic. With that he speared a slice of tomato, grimacing as he popped it into his mouth.
"Still to see a friend is a welcome thing....no? In any case you have come and I am here to listen."
"I guess this is goodbye for now Little One. This is how you will become one of us, one of the Amarr." - Kador Ouryon
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.07.22 02:53:00 -
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As he waited Kador admired the design of the offices. Unlike aboard the TES Eternal Flame Kador was not of a high enough rank to have his own personal offices on the Summit or in Mehatoor.
This office closely resembled his own in many respects.
"Your Faith stands as a shield for the Faithful, and you are one of His Angels." - Soren Tyrhannos to Templar Ouryon
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.07.24 22:34:00 -
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(( I hate to OOC this thread but I have re-established the Gymnasium in a separate thread so any RP regarding sword play or sparring can be done in there.
Additionally lets refrain from making time skips as I feel we should remain "lost in time" here. Denak and I are still in conversation....I doubt 8 hours have passed IC between when we started talking and now even though several days have actually passed IRL.
You posts can be copied and pasted to the Gymnasium and a posts in here can altered to the momment you leave for the Gymnasium
EDIT: This post will be over written with my response to Denak.))
"Your Faith stands as a shield for the Faithful, and you are one of His Angels." - Soren Tyrhannos to Templar Ouryon
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.08.10 22:20:00 -
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Denak Kalamari wrote:
"But, the reason I'm here now is, well, to say goodbye."
The words rolled off his chest with a heavy exhale, pausing for a brief moment before speaking again.
"There's people out there, who want me dead. Permanently. I don't want to tell you more about it, I can't. The point is that, due to this, I have to leave. For good."
Denak cleared his throat and drank from his cup again, to sooth his anxious nerves.
"There's no way I can fight these people, I can only evade them. I've already ditched all my clones, the body you're looking at right now is the one I was born with. I've cut off contact with everyone I knew, and I'm going to be leaving for my hideout, live alone for a while."
After that blurt of an explanation, Denak drank the rest of his tea, carefully setting it down on the office desk. Getting all that off his chest did help out a lot, but in the end he was still saddened by what he had to do.
"I've, already shut down my businesses, given my final goodbyes to others. You are the last one I say goodbye to before I leave. You might not see or hear for years, maybe never again even. So I, wanted to bring you something."
The words hit Kador like hammer blows. He felt cold and empty, as if something he could not place had simply vanished from within him.
It was such as sudden admission, one that carried the weight of such severity and necessity that, his response was almost a physical one. His mouth opened and closed several times, as if attempting to form from missing words a cohesive sentence, each time they seemed to fall idly into silent shock.
"I see....." was all he could muster, his voice sounded hollow, weaker than it usually did.
He set down the silver utensils as calmly as he could, side by side as he had been taught was polite. He felt the need to fidget, focus on something else, to be doing something else, instead he pressed his palms together, linking the fingers tightly whitening the knuckles.
He was still somewhat dazed when Denak drew forth something from his robes.
Denak Kalamari wrote: With that, he dug his hands into his robes, digging out for that odd metal shard he had trouble in the security station with earlier. It was a fairly large chunk of tungsten, black and irregularly shaped, the distinct golden color and the smooth patterns could be distinguished underneath the charred surface. It was a shard from the Adamance, Kador's HAV used in Blood Hunt. At the back of the shard was Denak's name, hand-carved with traditional Intaki letters. It may have been just a piece of metal taken from a long gone vehicle, but to Denak it was a symbol for all the things him and Kador had gone through together. He hoped Kador would feel the same way.
"I salvaged it from the wreck in Blood Hunt", was Denak's only explanation for the origins of the shard, feeling it in his hands before placing it across the table right in front of Kador.
For the briefest of moment he stared with wonder at both the relic and Denak.
An instant later that wonder turned to a mixture of shame tinged with regret. He cast his eyes downwards at the table unable to look at the piece of their shared past.
And I have nothing to give him , he thought bitterly, the piece of the Adamance was an incredible gift. Something that was symbolic of the battles they had undertaken side by side, and the friendship they had built over the last year. His only true friendship.
Satja would have wanted to be here too...... after all he did for us..... and I am making a fool of myself in our last moments
He tentatively reached out, and took the piece of his tank. It was cool to the touch, heavy too, charred black it was shot through with the distinctive golden lines of the alloys his people mixed in with the metal, it wasn't until then he felt the thin grooves.
He knew immediately they were Intaki letters, the script was so alien to his own, he had seen their like at the Intaki Embassy Denak had run. He was unsure of their meaning but the characters seemed to familiar.
He cleared his throat, before continuing, very aware, and feeling guilty that he had nothing of his own to give Denak.
"T-thank you Denak...." He said, very slowly, carefully pronouncing each word. "I shall treasure this to the end of my days, and with it remember the friendship we bore one another."
It suddenly struck him that this was probably not the end of their friendship. He'd surely see Denak again, God would see to that, he fervently believed that despite Denak's chosen faith... that God protected those who were truly good.
With that he shrugged out of the Crimson sash. Carefully he unrolled its length so that it was laid flat upon the table revealing the golden lines of the trim. The pattern was arranged in a series concentric designs, a number of easily recognisable Amarrian designs prominent amongst them, arranged around a central crest.
" I am sorry that I have nothing so meaningful I could give you. In my Family each soldier wore a sash in this manner, on it was written the record of each soldier of True Amarrian and Udorian birth who served with him and in which campaigns. He bears it for his whole life...... well it's traditionally...stitched by the soldiers ...w-wife... but I mean... since I d..well you know what I mean"
He indicated to the list bearing a dozen names in golden stitching.
"I would be honoured if your would allow me to add you name to the list. Satja would be able to do complete it once she returns from Tanoo."
"We were commanded us to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocent caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.09.14 22:57:00 -
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It is several minutes before the connection establishes itself.
Through the holographic display Kador can see a neatly kept room, devoid of ornamentation and bearing a few nondescript personal belongings including a pair of educational manuals, a copy of the Pax Amarria, and pair of kickgloves on the bedside table.
Central in the NeoCom units field of focus is Satja. Her eyes are bleary, ringed by dark lines, but as she stares back at them a smile lights up her features.
Well she appears to be fine, he considers internally, partly relieved, partly saddened by having to bear bad news.
Satja Askarin wrote:
"Ashaltiasten Denak, it is so good to see you" She said in fluent Amarrish, few hints of the Matari dialects still remains in her voice, each word was enunciated in full.
"How are you? What have you been doing? Is Ka- Classiarii Ouryon with you?"
A silence stretches out between the three of them. The Templar shifts uncomfortably, flattening down the creases of his doublet. He almost jumps out of his skin as his NeoCom unit, still displaying the younger slave flashes, indicating that his presence is called for in the main lobby.
Of all the blasted time for....., he thinks bitterly.
It is another long moment before he speaks, he can see the look of concern on the Matari woman's face, it pains him somewhat. Of all the immortals the pair had met in their time together Denak had always been a friend to them, and it would hurt her greatly to know he would be leaving.
"Ashaltiasten.... little one." He said, clearning his throat. " It is good to see you again but I shall leave you two alone for the moment, I am sure Denak has much to say to you and I am called on elsewhere."
He looked down at the robed Intaki.
"Please do let me know when you are done, there is much more I would say."
With that he turned and exited the offices.
Once he was outside of the Palatinus' office he took a moment for himself, a deep, calming breath in. A moment later he was moving. A fast pace, down them central stairs, and across the marbled lobby to the reception.
A man is standing there. He has distinctive features, some of which are Intaki, others were imperceptible to him, a blend of some ethnic Caldari or Gallentean blood. A small tousled mess of dark brown hair, the tell tail signs of a broken nose, and more definatively a pair of cybernetic yellow eyes.
He is clad in an informal garb consisting of a relatively tidy bomber jacket, which Kador assumed was often worn loose about the shoulders, and drab cargo pants and shirt, with a small emblem on the shoulder.
This was a man Kador knew, one who seemed to irk him in all the wrong ways, an opportunistic, mercantile, foe as often as not, Immortal like himself.
Galm Fae.
"Ashaltiasten, Fae- han" He said, trying to sound as civil as possible given the circumstances, presenting himself before the man with a curt bow.
"Odd to see you here..... and oddly brave of you to show yourself before the Classiarii after our most recent encounter*.... I am told you wish to speak with me...though now is not the best of times..... a personal matter I hope you understand**."
*((I am assuming you made off with the information on the weapon and we kept the doctor))
** (( Please do ignore me and continue ))
"We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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Posted - 2014.09.15 21:56:00 -
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Galm Fae wrote:True Adamance wrote:
Galm Fae.
"Ashaltiasten, Fae- han" He said, trying to sound as civil as possible given the circumstances, presenting himself before the man with a curt bow.
"Odd to see you here..... and oddly brave of you to show yourself before the Classiarii after our most recent encounter*.... I am told you wish to speak with me...though now is not the best of times..... a personal matter I hope you understand**."
The left side of Galm's face twitched, revealing a chip in his otherwise spotless facade that he carried with him as a baseliner. It was one out-of-character slip as he tried his hardest to act perfectly sane to the world around him. Most of the time it was easy, but the templar's words had triggered some nervous response that he was trying very very hard to suppress. He wanted Frentix. Bad. He clentched his fist as hard as he could to provent himself from shaking before relaxing his shoulders and regaining his composure. " Haan," he corrects politely, the vowels of the word extended barely past a noticeable difference, "Fae-haan. Decent attempt though, I commend you for it soldier." His response was certainly spoken in Amarr, but his Pureblind accent was simply horrendous. The word were far too stretched out and slurred, rolled over and cast out of place as if to be as imposing as possible without the least bit of tact while still maintaining just enough consonants to sound intelligent. His subtle smirk is enough for the Templar to tell that keeping his tone was more a matter of preference than lack of ability. Admittedly, it suited Galm perfectly. "I'm... Sincerely sorry about the damage I may have caused. Congratulations on your victory, last I check that Caldari auxiliary you had working for you didn't actually upload the data before I sort of lost my ****. No hard feeling on your people putting me down by the way, it needed to happen. Frankly I just mark it as a victory that I got as far as I did!" He laughs sheepishly, waiting for Kador to reciprocate. He doesn't. "Anyway... Is the doctor doing well? I suppose that is something we shouldn't talk about out here actually, you never know who could be listening. I feel pretty bad so... Maybe if we went inside for a bit to discus things? Not that it has to be about work! I would take politics, religion, family values, current events... You know, dinner table conversation." He squints uncomfortably, then looks away for a moment as he dips into his pockets. He sneers painfully as he pulls out a rectangular can and two rather large cigars. He holds them out for a while, wondering if the Templar even knows what they are "I brough smokes. And long-limb roes. If you had some crackers we could share them or something, I don't know. For the roe I mean... You wouldn't want to put cigars on crackers."
The Templar nodded, running a hand through his hair, brushing a number of strands back into place, however the action was more so to cover his face, the hollow rings around his eyes, and the slight redness, as he regained his composure.
"The Doctor is fine Fae-haan" He replied, emphasising the vowels this time. " Nothing time and prayer cannot heal at the very least. In any case be welcome at the Public Offices of the Classiarii sir. Unfortunately at this time all of the offices are in use by guests or my superiors, however we do have some very nice holographics projectors. Even a walk around the lobby is a very peaceful experience set to a Mehkios Sunset, or perhaps you would prefer something a bit more familiar...... a Stormrfront on Caldari Prime perhaps?"
He beckoned for Galm to follow him further on into the compound, nothing both Miles Vadam and an unknown guest, as well as his direct superior the enigmatic Templar Twelve.
" Forgive me Fae-haan if I do not partake of the cigars, such pollution of the body is..... something I try to avoid whenever possible..... certain people I know would give me an earful if the found out..... as for crackers? I am sure the servants could arrange something."
He nods to one passing by, mutters something in a sharp burst of Amarrish.
The slave bows respectfully, and the Templar returns a curt nod of the head.
"Well Fae-haan....... where should we start?
You know as well as I we are not friends, Pixie, the hell do you want me to talk about. He said to himself. A moment later he was berating himself, oddly enough he found the self reflection bearing the voice of his old mentor. Blast it Ouryon, he is a guest, a damnable guest. Courtesy boy.
He attempted a pleasant smile.
"Perhaps I should be asking after Eskola.... or Niina. I know little enough of you and yours beyond the battlefield."
"We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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Galm Fae wrote:[quote=True Adamance] Truth be told, Miss Eskola-Fae prefers to keep the mercenary world at arm's length rather than draw much of any attention to herself. She continues her small arm's production, I get access to any sort of replication technology I need to manufacture my own weapons and armor, and in exchange I serve as a one man security team to execute any and all contracts that may be needed of me in between freelance deployments. It is all payed in Aurum off the books, and I am permitted to roam the stars so long as I always come to her aid."
He swallows hard and hides beneath his unkempt hair, lightly beating himself on the back of the head.
"Look, I know that it's no secret that her and I are an item. It's just... We've hit a bit of a rough patch recently. I'm not quite sure how else I could put it than that. We're still together of course, we're just... Spending a bit of time apart for now."
For a moment the Templar was struck dumb.
He briefly considered trying to explain why a perfect immortal being with the ability to leap between cloned bodies would need concern himself with the risks of smoking. He very quickly decided that his reasons were very likely to have the mixed breed soldier laugh himself half to death.
How could he explain to Galm his choice.... it was more of a choice than anything. GIven the vows a Templar often took smoking was considered a breach of one of several of those vows concerning the Temperance of the body....and even if he did accept the offer Kador was unsure he could even do it without coughing up a storm.
However quickly over taking that though was the another.
Miss Eskola- Fae.
"You're married?" He spluttered. " I mean- well I guess.... I just never took you for the type.."
It was a shock to him, but really should not have been surprising.
"Well... I suppose I really should be offering congratulations.... on the engagement....and then the marriage." He muttered the last word, a bitter tinge colouring his voice. "And I suppose now my apologies. I should refrain from prying, it was not kind of me."
Regardless he still was curious, but common sense told him to pry would swiftly see the conversation become less civil. Instead he approached a control panel built into the foyer's walls, and began modifying the rooms holographics, generation a new mood. The golden tinge that suffused the main hall disappeared in an instant replaced by a dry white artificial light from neon strips in the ceiling.
He glanced up briefly.
"Anything particular? They say Nightfall of Saisio III is a wonder of the State. We have a vast selection."
"We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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Galm Fae wrote:True Adamance wrote:
"Anything particular? They say Nightfall of Saisio III is a wonder of the State. We have a vast selection."
Galm snaps his head side to side, clearly entertain with the display. "I suppose the host has first choice. Though Saisio III does sound lovely." He slowly relaxes and continues to speak as Ouryon punches all manner of settings into the terminal. "You know, you really needn't congratulate me. The marriage was really more of an elope, an impulse decision settled and done in a matter of days. It was a stupid choice truth be told. But it's a damnable thing, love. Here we are, two immortals with the rest of eternity before us and yet so afraid of losing each other that we can't bare to be apart. I can't see myself with anyone else but her and she doesn't feel safe with anyone else but me. So why not just settle the marriage and be done, right?" He leans forward so his head is right beside Kadors, eyeing him casually while his pupils swap to a glowing silver. "The service was humble. Just her, myself, and a close friend as the priest. He's... a 'captain' so we supposed he was authorized to conduct that sort of service. It was all held at this delightful lighthouse off a rocky coast on New Caldari Prime." Just as Ouryon finishes and the display spins to life Galm shoots back to a straight stance, soaking in the transformation around him as it unfolds. He continues the conversation, trying his best to mask his entertainment. "And you Kador? I don't suppose you're to be bothered with matters of the heart?"
((Oh why did you open up this avenue of Kador's life..... it's filled with enough misery...... its going to get so much worse from here on out.
Sorry Templar Ouryon this will sting a bit.
POST INCOMMING!))
"We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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Galm Fae wrote:Galm chuckled. Not out of spite or cruelty, he just found something funny was all. Looking up, the artificial sky seemed so impossibly real against the backdrop of the surrounding hallway. As a child, he never had to bother with looking up to see such a brilliant night sky. Space was always in front of him, stretching out to unfathomable distances through turbulent storms and spectacular nebulas. He had never set foot on the Achurian homeworld, but it felt so surreal to think that he was looking at the exact same universe. It was all just from a different angle.
Kador's words echoed through his head.
So there is a man buried in there, Fae pondered.
"I won't pretend to know what that must have been like, templar. But you have my sympathies. As far as the issue of your blood, now that I can certain relate too. I must have gotten into a hundred fights as a child trying to bury my father's sin of laying with an Intaki. I was perfectly convinced that there was no place in the State for a halfbreed, and I had no doubt that if anyone knew of my heritage I'd be impossible for them to reciprocate any affection I might have for them. So I hid it as best as a could. Gods and spirits, sometimes I still do."
He shakes his head dismissively, still looking up at the stars.
"The Winds have irksome ways of proving us wrong I suppose. But you have to be ready to learn before the universe can teach you. Whatever you've been forced to believe about the Ouryon, you can't let yourself believe it. Someone in the cluster has to be on your side... And until you find that someone I suppose it might as well be you.
"Tell me, how long do you intend on carrying out your god's will anyway? For the rest of eternity? Make no mistakes, I truly I respect your dedication to your faith! But certainly his will can be served in more ways than one? Is not the creator's will to see his legacy prosper?"
He turns to Kador, his words taking on a much more genuine tone.
"And what of Satja? You and the slave seem to be very close, no?"
Kador frowned.
"As long as the work needs to be done." He replied, still looking up at the night sky. ".... and it never ends you know."
The pair lapsed into a brief, almost awkward silence, broken when a servant approached them bearing a silver platter, on which rested an assortment of Amarrian wheat crackers, some looked to be lightly salted, others bore traces of seasoning, some spicy, others more mild an flavoursome.
The slave placed them tray down on a nearby table and departed with a bow, first to Galm, then to the Templar.
Kador smiled, nodding an affirmation. It was only polite to show the guest the utmost respect. The treatment of a guest reflected on the master, so so Kador had be come to believe.
He turned back to Galm, taking one of the crackers taking a bite from one of the corners, levelled a serious look at him.
"No." Addressing his last question, it was not expressly stated, but heavily implied, and almost too vehement in its denial.
He felt his teeth grind together painfully as he took another bite. It was dry, and tasteless. When he spoke again he barely recognised his own voice, it was hard, uncompromising, the voice of the Templar.
"I have a duty to her. That duty is to ensure she is capable of living on her own as a citizen. Given her.....injuries all she is suitable for it labour.....or worse. You've seen the scars. I will not have her live this life any longer. Soldiering, Battlefields, no place for her..... no mortal should fight and die where we could endure. Once that duty is seen to she is free to go her own way."
He sighed again. It was calming really, a bad habit to be sure, but calming none the less, as the Templar gave way.
"You have any of that those... what did you call them? Rhai's..... Roh's?"
"We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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The words found their mark. They stung and Kador was surprised by the intensity of Galm's response.
"I...well. I suppose....that..." He trails off feeling well reprimanded. A heat growing in his cheeks. Shame often did that to him.
Another sigh.
"I am sorry Fae-haan I did not mean to..... offend if that is it..... I mean no offence or disrespect. Not to your sensibilities or the Satja herself....but would not be proper. Not now.... and likely not ever."
He takes the proffered Roe from Galm
"She has an opportunity I wish more others did. To truly be Amarrian....it's a gift.... would that all people could share it."
He eyes Galm carefully, and pulls back from the subject. Cultural identity was always a sore topic for Caldari as he had found out for himself. Instead he turns his attentions to the strange can. The Roe is not like anything Kador is familiar with. Perhaps it is a commonplace amongst the Caldari, he considered, sniffing at it.
He almost chokes at the smell, nearly dropping the can completely. It was incredibly overpowering, it got in the head with a single breath and tried desperately to escape.
"God be praised.....pawh.... that is potent."
He tentatively takes one of the crackers and scoops a section of the brine out on one corner, eyeing it warily as if it would rise up to bite, handing the can back.
He takes a bite. Cringes, his eyes watering
"It's...... great Fae-haan. Strong......very strong." He says.
"We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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Posted - 2014.09.17 21:13:00 -
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Galm Fae wrote:Galm nods vigorously in agreement, seemingly ignorant of Kador's obvious distaste. Fae carefully scoops a generous portion of the roe, closes his eyes, and bites into the cracker. He physically relaxes as the full intensity of the flavor overtakes him.
"Yes, I suppose I should have mentions that this particular roe is very rich. It is harvested from wild long limbs, which are impossible to breed in captivity. Some baseliners will save their stipend for an entire month just to buy a can of this to last the year. Now, I am not normally one for opulence but I am always more than willing to spend a few hundred credits for this!"
He chews it for several minutes, obviously making every bite go a very long way. When he finishes he sets another cracker and turns back to the templar, his eyes unintentionally flickering a dull red.
"I suppose we've gone through the appropriate formalities now. Unless you would prefer more banter? Otherwise I... Suppose I should get right down to why I'm here in the first place. Not that I don't enjoy this chat, but I think we both know I wouldn't have come here unless I had good reason."
Appropriate formalities bastard?, he growls internally, following that with a number of expletives. It was one thing after another today, one kick in the guts after another. Kador felt like he had just run 5 miles in full kit. He was tired and irritable after Denak's announcements, and scathing questions.
The warzone was so much easier than this. Less talking, less uncertainty, clear lines that divided those who wanted to hurt you and those who didn't.
"That Galm." He muttered, barely audibly, choosing this time to skip the honorifics and pretense. "Was unkind of you..."
He found his voice a moment later, it was humourless.
" As you will Fae-haan. You have had my time, my ear, and a mock of me. What more can This One do for you?"
"We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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Posted - 2014.09.17 22:53:00 -
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((How to respond to this....... tis tough. POST INCOMMING..... wondering if I am playing Kador as well as I want to. Does he seem human behind his public image?))
"We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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(Redacted)
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Galm Fae wrote:True Adamance wrote:
"Fine then..... if I have to fight for something I'll fight for that."
Galm doesn't flinch. It's hard to tell if he's in shock or if he expected Kador's response the whole time. When he speaks, his voice is flat and throaty. "Rikaato, eskeitan. I'll forward the details of the assignment to you. Until then, moitte Ouryon-haan." Galm adjusts the zipper on his jacket and begins to depart, waving sheepishly on his way out. As he turns away, you swear you see him wipe something from his face.
Or maybe it was just an itch.
"And to you Fae-haan. Go with God." Kador replied, as Galm started to walk away.
He felt as though he should have said something but relented allowing Galm to leave without issue. He waited another few minutes in the open foyer mulling over the decision he'd made, wondering how it had been that a man he'd possibly hated that very morning had walked out with a promise of aid from a Templar.
He didn't know why he wanted to fight, other than that he felt a great deal of sympathy of the man, or perhaps empathy, he wasn't sure yet and didn't think he truly wanted to know. Regardless he had given his word to fight and preparations would have to be made, armament secured from the stores at the Temple of Atash Amarr, prayers offered to God, shipping organised for the Adamance.
He had been right before. The work never ended, never stopped, and that he'd be fighting forever. It was a grim thought to be sure, and a daunting one, but probably was not worth the cost to him personally. He'd still do it anyway, God willed it.
"Damnable man....and his damnable favours" he muttered, a slight smile playing across his features.
His headache was worse than ever now, he should probably have slept, retired from the Embassy to one of the spartan, yet oddly comfortable guest rooms in the back of the assembly.
Instead he stood up, brushed any wrinkles out of his doublet, and made his way back to the Palatinus' Offices where he had left Satja and Denak to talk waving to a servant to clear away the silver platter as he passed by.
At the door he hesitated, unwilling to enter, though he could hear voices through the heavy door, he could not discern what they were discussing, nor did he want to as it was not his place.
He took a chair opposite the door, but the elaborately designed, and grossly expensive balusters to wait.
"We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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Posted - 2014.09.20 08:20:00 -
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((Please refrain from outright puppet masters or tine skips. Pclas Embassies are time neutral.))
"We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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((I'm going to assume this is happening after Alcyone, and yes post inbound.))
"We have a guest Classiarii" came the unmistakable drawl of the young Amarrian receptionist, amidst the buzzing crackle of the personal intercom units.
Kador looked up from his desk where he had spent the better part of the last 48 hours in intermittent periods of frenzied activity as he copied out deployment reports, became signatory to CONCORD sanctions for use of mechanized ordinance, in-dispersed with brief periods of blissful unconsciousness, and bleary eyed attempts to read from a tattered copy of Dance of the Winds.
It was a testament to the foul mood he was in. Or had been in for the longest of times, and it was a indicative of this displeasure that he was not even enjoying his preferred excerpts from one of his favourite works of fiction.
He set down his digi-pen saving the current document he had been reading through, rolled his wrist gingerly wincing as the bubbles of carbon that had formed in between the joints popped loudly.
It was not uncommon for the Public Relations Offices to host guests who were Amarrian by birth but it always was a joy to see and converse with others who held many of the same cultural tenets as his own. All too often when conversing with those who did not quite understand the Faith or its cultural significance to his people he felt he was being mocked, while such derisive comments held no meaningful sway with him it was still and unpleasant feeling.
He rose from the desk and glanced over the main concourse. He spied the young Amarrian sitting in the foyer leaning back into the chair in a relaxed manner opposite the receptionist's desk where the uniformed youth sat, barely a weeks experience hidden behind the natural self confidence and charisma that God's chosen were often imbued with.
"Noted, Selim, please offer our guest our full hospitality and let him know I will be down soon to welcome him." He replied, his words robotic, a part of his daily routine repeated time and time again.
He rose awkwardly, painfully even, brushing a single unruly strand of dark hair back into position and exited him cubicle. He caught his reflection in one of the glass panellings that separated the cubicles. Little had changed since his return from Tenal, though the wounds to his face and chest had healed completely nicely, while he was aware he could have changed his leisure clone he preferred to keep it comfortable as it was, but the dark red rings around his eyes still remained from lack of sleep and his body was heavy and stiff with a sincere guilt.
It was not a form he particularly liked to envisage himself as, but it was his, was what God made him to be.
With that thought he descended the staircase onto the main concourse and headed for the Foyer.
I said, "Empress, I do this, I thought that you knew this.
Can't stand non-believers and honest, the truth is...
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As Kador crossed the concourse and notes that another man, that he does not recognise has entered the Public Offices, and continues into the Foyer whereupon he presented himself before the two guest. As he come into view the two guests could see that he wore a silken doublet in the colours of the Tash-Murkon, witht flowing gold stitching running down the arms and around the hem at the waist, matching pants, and a pair of stylish field officers boots in the latest Amarrian style.
"The Praetoria bids you welcome in these halls, as do I. My name is Kador"
The tall Amarrian bowed politely before his guests, straightening the sash around his chest, and flattening down any wrinkles in his
"Please find yourself some measure of comfort here if it pleases you, and if you have need of anything call on the servants and they shall see to your needs."
He exhaled sharply, having observed the responsibilities of a host, he was curious as to who the two men were as he had seen neither, even in passing, on the Summit before.
I said, "Empress, I do this, I thought that you knew this.
Can't stand non-believers and honest, the truth is...
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