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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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Aero Yassavi
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
8672
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Posted - 2014.07.01 05:21:00 -
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Praetorian Classiarii Aero Yassavi enters the room, decked in the uniform of his Commando ak.0 suit. This is of no suprise, as Classiarii Yassavi is rarely ever seen out of combat uniform, as it is his constant reminder that his holy obligation to Reclaim all God's children is not yet complete. A salute is given by the Kamiera guards, and is returned by the Classiarii. As the door closes behind him, his helmet opens up and retracts revealing his face and a very focused expression. He approaches a glass-enclosed flame in the center of the lobby, pauses, bows his head, and whispers a prayer. He then proceeds to his desk, well within sight from the lobby, and takes a seat. Noticing no guests currently, he pushes his papers aside, opens a golden sealed drawer, and pulls out a book and begins to read. On the cover reads the words, "Pax Amarria."
Amarr are the good guys
Their way of the Commando seems right and noble
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Templar Twelve
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
62
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Posted - 2014.07.01 06:18:00 -
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Another figure emerges from within the PCLAS Public Relations Offices, dressed in typical Amarrian religious robes with the hood applied, the templar walks slowly up towards the very same glass-enclosed flame in the lobby that his Praetorian brother just visited, bows and remains silent for a what seems to be minutes.
The templar then turns to nod at his brother, reading the venerable book written by Emperor Heideran VII, before he continues his walk up towards the lobby reception. He stops to exchange words with uniformed man behind the desk.
"Atash Amarr, brother." he starts with a low voice and familiar nod,
"I am pleased to see these offices finally open to the public. Let us hope to see both familiar and new faces emerge through our golden doorways to experience our honorable culture and be let known of His message that we seek to deliver.."
Librarian and keeper of the Praetorian Temple Library
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11457
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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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Aero Yassavi
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
8683
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Posted - 2014.07.01 22:45:00 -
[5] - Quote
Aero Yassavi remains seated with his book firmly in front of his face. Without a single movement, he responds smoothly with each syllable very pronounced.
"I made arrangements to swap the standard Summit furniture with purchases I made from Noble Appliances. It will hold."
Amarr are the good guys
Their way of the Commando seems right and noble
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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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Saren Dykon
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
6
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Posted - 2014.07.03 11:01:00 -
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Standing disguised as one of the mortal Kameira guards at the entrance, Saren stands in attention and salutes the Classiarii as they enter or exits the embassy. He notices how gracefully his brothers in arms moves about, especially when he sees his superior officer, Aero Yassavi, naturally moving around in his Commando ak.0 suit like it was an extension of his body.
Saren felt a minor feeling of jealousy coming over him, before he quickly pushed it away.
Would he ever be as good?, he thought. Yassavi is of the True Amarr, the chosen ones.
He shaked the viscious thoughts away as he reminded himself of his place.
Although keeping his disguise as no secret from the Classiarii, Saren maintains his fixed guard position at the front door, ever ready to defend his home would any unauthorized personell try to start any problem or barge themselves into the embassy without permissions.
They would be surprised to meet a tall immortal Kameira in that case, he thought, while a sense of pride washed over him.
Catching the eyes of his other officer, True Adamance, he carefully nods at him before quickly returning to his statue-like position.
Discipline, he thought. God has His way of ever testing our faith.
"Yes, mi lord"
Product of the Human Endurance Program.
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Denak Kalamari
1593
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Posted - 2014.07.04 08:08:00 -
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Outside the door leading into the PCLAS public relations office stood a man clad in a simple brown cloak, his facial features and form mostly covered by the hood and long cloak. The whole outfit stroke a resemblance to that of typical Amarrian robes, making him appear as another worshiper of the Faith. The man did seem cautious of his surroundings though, constantly checking left, right and behind as people came and went through the office door, seemingly waiting for an opportune moment to step in.
As that opportunity came, when commotion seemed quiet enough, he stepped inside, giving a small yet firm nod to the two guards standing watch. As he was scanned and searched in the security station, an odd metal shard was discovered from his pocket, sharp enough to be used as a weapon. This of course caused trouble when the man refused to give it up for the duration of the visit, insisting it was not a weapon. He understood that concern of the security, but he still insisted on getting it pass through the station, muttering out a near-silent curse to himself. Despite his mild annoyance with the situation, he spoke with a slow and calm voice:
"I need to speak with Kador Ouryon, he'll understand that I am not a threat", he explained to the guards and the person manning the desk near the security station, his hood lowered now to reveal a battered and weary face, that of Denak.
Everything Denak did, good or bad, he did with sincerity until he left. Farewell.
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Templar Twelve
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
69
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Posted - 2014.07.05 00:25:00 -
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As the two entrance guards persists on not letting the Gallentean inside, the templar walks up to the situation at hand, still with his own hood applied, and takes up the metal shard discovered...
After a brief pause examining the shard, he turns to the guards and says, "You are to let this man pass security and resume your positions."..
His statement is followed by a salute from the both guards as one of them promptly says, "Yes, my Lord!".
The templar then turns to Denak,
"This way, Mr. Kalamari. The Classiarii you seek will be with you shortly. Would you feel the need of any refreshments, just ask the man behind the lobby desk."
Librarian and keeper of the Praetorian Temple Library
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Denak Kalamari
1595
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Posted - 2014.07.06 16:29:00 -
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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.
Farewell.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11655
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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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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
188
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Posted - 2014.07.07 04:42:00 -
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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.
Legionhares Unite!
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Denak Kalamari
1595
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Posted - 2014.07.07 16:35:00 -
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Denak instantly beamed up to a small smile as Kador approached and greeted him, returning it with a slight bow of his head. After the initial greetings were done, he stood up to face the Amarr.
"Namas. It is quite alright, I'm here on a personal visit", he explained, taking another brief scan of the surrounding area, he seemed much more relaxed around his friend. As Kador's eyes scanned Denak, his face seemed different from normal. It seemed older, scarred and less clean looking like a normal clone, and his step seemed to wobble just a bit as he walked. Instead of the detailed ornates of a ceremonial suit, or the utility of his vest and pants, all he wore was a brown cloak covering his body. Despite his minor struggling, Denak remained his calm and composed self, standing up straight as he spoke again.
"I would be fine with refreshments, Mehkios sounds good to me. I was wondering though, do you have some place secluded where we can go? 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 fear, something Denak rarely showed.
Farewell.
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
4
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Posted - 2014.07.07 17:13:00 -
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Thal approaches Kador and Denak wearing a hoodless robe and a golden blade at his side. He bows to Kador
"Greetings brother Kador"
After his bow he looks at Denak with curiosity but suspicion.
"Who is this?"
"War is hell my son.....you are war's harbinger, you hath the furry of heaven at your back." Swordmaster Tiber to Thal.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11727
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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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Aero Yassavi
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
8731
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Posted - 2014.07.11 11:28:00 -
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Yassavi puts down his book and glares at the Gallentean now completely passed out. Aero rolls his eyes, "typical Gallentean" he thought to himself.
THUD
The man's body rolled of the chair and into the floor. He cannot stay here. Aero opened up the neocom on his wrist. Out from the back doors came two slaves.
"Take this man in the back and clean him up, then take him to a secure chamber and alert me once he awakes."
Moments passed as Aero returned to his book. One of the slaves came back out from the back door, approached Aero, and walked back with him. As Aero approached the chamber door, he flipped his helmet back on. Inside was a large dimly lit room. The room was mostly empty except for the man, now clean and wearing a simple Amarrian tunic, and the red glow of the commando ak.0's eyes staring the man down.
THUD
The door closed behind him.
"Misguided child of God, you stumble around lost with no direction. Yet not all is lost. What is your name, and what where you doing on this end of the Summit?"
Amarr are the good guys
Their way of the Commando seems right and noble
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Denak Kalamari
1596
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Posted - 2014.07.11 21:21:00 -
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With a polite bow of his head Denak greeted Thal after Kador returned from dealing with the drunken intruder, only his stubble bearded and mohawk-shaven head visible from the brown robes covering his body, gazing at the Amarr with his weary green eyes. He didn't stay to chat with the man though as Kador was already leading him to a private room.
When the pair stepped into the office lended to them, Denak instantly took a quick look of the surrounding area, especially the large window in the back with a view outside and the intricate wooden desk placed right in the middle of the space. His hand trailed the wooden surface of the desk after he took a seat by the table across from Kador, sliding his hands down on his lap as to clutch on an imaginary cup of beverage. The added golden glow from the mood lighting done by Kador made the room look even more magnificent.
Denak adjusted his position on his chair before hos gaze was fixated on Kador, taking a quick inhale through his nose before he spoke. Something did seem to trouble his mind, but he avoided talking about it for the time being. He didn't want to spoil the mood.
"I wish I was here for a social call only. My life has undergone some, changes, which may affect you. I felt you would need to be aware of it", Denak began explaining, coughing aprubtly and clearing his throat afterwards. He glanced behind him briefly, to see if their refreshments would be coming soon, before twisting his hesd back to face Kador's, speaking again:
"But I do hope you have been faring well, I have been unable to deploy lately so I don't know of any recent developments. I like your new offices as well, beautifully designed and constructed."
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."
Farewell.
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John Demonsbane
Unorganized Ninja Infantry Tactics
League of Infamy
3736
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Posted - 2014.07.12 03:57:00 -
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Another figure walks in wearing a dark cloak. He is nearly the same stature of the guards at the front. One of them narrows his eyes as he spies the faint Khanid insignia on the newcomer's sleeve.
Hm. Kaimeras. He mused. This one is a little more observant than the other. That's curious. He also appears to have an older generation clone implant; best not to incite him unduly. those can be a bit... destabilizing.
He pulls down his cowl, revealing neatly groomed jet black hair, greyed at the temples, and dark eyes. The well-worn collar of an Imperial Guard field officer's uniform just barely peeks out. "Do not be alarmed, guardsman. I am not your enemy."
The guard relaxes as the man offers his sidearm to be secured. "Be careful with that. It is not easily replaced." The Kaimera pauses momentarily to admire the craftsmanship of the obviously old but well made burnished gold and red weapon before he places it in the holding area.
"I am here simply to rest this weary body in familiar and friendly surroundings. I have also heard that some refreshments not readily available outside of our home sectors may be found here." Walking inside, he asks the receptionist if he might have a drink, and sits down with a faint sigh and rubbing of his eyes and bridge of his nose.
Spying the staff cleaning up the broken glass, he looks up just in time to watch Templar Yassavi walk into an unmarked room, and chuckles silently. Some poor soul is about to regret choosing to walk into this place.
"Thank you." He says, as the receptionist brings him a glass and a small tray of food. "No, it is alright. The Classiarii appear to be otherwise engaged at the moment, no need to disturb them on my account. Your hospitality is all I require at the moment."
(The godfather of tactical logistics)
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
4
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Posted - 2014.07.12 18:07:00 -
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John Demonsbane wrote:Another figure walks in wearing a dark cloak. He is nearly the same stature of the guards at the front. One of them narrows his eyes as he spies the faint Khanid insignia on the newcomer's sleeve.
Hm. Kaimeras. He mused. This one is a little more observant than the other. That's curious. He also appears to have an older generation clone implant; best not to incite him unduly. those can be a bit... destabilizing.
He pulls down his cowl, revealing neatly groomed jet black hair, greyed at the temples, and dark eyes. The well-worn collar of an Imperial Guard field officer's uniform just barely peeks out. "Do not be alarmed, guardsman. I am not your enemy."
The guard relaxes as the man offers his sidearm to be secured. "Be careful with that. It is not easily replaced." The Kaimera pauses momentarily to admire the craftsmanship of the obviously old but well made burnished gold and red weapon before he places it in the holding area.
"I am here simply to rest this weary body in familiar and friendly surroundings. I have also heard that some refreshments not readily available outside of our home sectors may be found here." Walking inside, he asks the receptionist if he might have a drink, and sits down with a faint sigh and rubbing of his eyes and bridge of his nose.
Spying the staff cleaning up the broken glass, he looks up just in time to watch Templar Yassavi walk into an unmarked room, and chuckles silently. Some poor soul is about to regret choosing to walk into this place.
"Thank you." He says, as the receptionist brings him a glass and a small tray of food. "No, it is alright. The Classiarii appear to be otherwise engaged, no need to disturb them on my account. Your hospitality is all I require at the moment."
A young Templar approaches the new comer and bows
" Greetings friend, welcome to the embassy."
The Templar lowers his hood to reveal a young features with green eyes and a elderly but welcoming expression on his face. He has long black hair and a short black beard.
"Might I ask, what brings you to this hall?"
"War is holy my son.....you are war's harbinger, you hath the furry of heaven at your back." Swordmaster Tiber to Thal.
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John Demonsbane
Unorganized Ninja Infantry Tactics
League of Infamy
3745
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Posted - 2014.07.12 18:34:00 -
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Thal Vadam wrote:
A young Templar approaches the new comer and bows
" Greetings friend, welcome to the embassy."
The Templar lowers his hood to reveal a young features with green eyes and a elderly but welcoming expression on his face. He has long black hair and a short black beard.
"Might I ask, what brings you to this hall?"
"A pleasure, young Templar. I had heard of the opening of this embassy and wished to pay a social visit to my brothers here in PCLAS."
He tells a brief tale of how his roles within both the Khanid military aristocacy and Imperial Guard proper affect his dealings with the True Amarr and the Classiari in particular. "I cannot reveal any more than that, but suffice it to say that these things are... complicated, at least in an official sense."
He takes a last sip of his drink, and leans back, a wearied look on his face.
"Unofficially I enjoy the company of the Classiarii greatly, and this sector can sometimes be inhospitable to both True and Dark Amarr alike. ." He sighs, gazing at the classical Amarr decor, a stark contrast to the drab world outside the front door. "Our latest offensive has been well fought but taxing to the body and soul as well. This place is a welcome respite."
"But enough about me", he says with a wry grin. "I am but a ronin, a simple vagabond soldier taking a break from his travels. Tell me of your career with the Classiarii. I trust they have not been too hard on you?"
(The godfather of tactical logistics)
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
6
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Posted - 2014.07.12 19:09:00 -
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John Demonsbane wrote:Thal Vadam wrote:
A young Templar approaches the new comer and bows
" Greetings friend, welcome to the embassy."
The Templar lowers his hood to reveal a young features with green eyes and a elderly but welcoming expression on his face. He has long black hair and a short black beard.
"Might I ask, what brings you to this hall?"
"A pleasure, young Templar. I had heard of the opening of this embassy and wished to pay a social visit to my brothers here in PCLAS." He tells a brief tale of how his roles within both the Khanid military aristocacy and Imperial Guard proper affect his dealings with the True Amarr and the Classiari in particular. "I cannot reveal any more than that, but suffice it to say that these things are... complicated, at least in an official sense." He takes a last sip of his drink, and leans back, a wearied look on his face."Unofficially I enjoy the company of the Classiarii greatly, and this sector can sometimes be inhospitable to both True and Dark Amarr alike. ." He sighs, gazing at the classical Amarr decor, a stark contrast to the drab world outside the front door. "Our latest offensive has been well fought but taxing to the body and soul as well. This place is a welcome respite." "But enough about me", he says with a wry grin. "I am but a ronin, a simple vagabond soldier taking a break from his travels. Tell me of your career with the Classiarii. I trust they have not been too hard on you?"
The Templar sits down on a nearby chair and says with a chuckle
" Well no, not too hard. The Classiarii have treated me fairly and respectfully and in turn I give them my respect and skill. I was raised a blacksmith, joined the Academy at age thirty and studied combat medicine, history, philosophy, and military dogma. After I graduated I fought alongside the milita for about fifty years and eventually sent in my application to PCLAS and was accepted openly."
The Templar orders some tea and a nearby servant moves off the fetch it.
"I've had a hard life but the Classiarii and the crusade give me purpose"
"War is holy my son.....you are war's harbinger, you hath the furry of heaven at your back." Swordmaster Tiber to Thal.
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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
12095
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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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Denak Kalamari
1599
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Posted - 2014.07.22 17:41:00 -
[24] - Quote
((I'm sorry, I've had a serious case of writer's block and procrastination for the past week and been unable to get a reply done. I'll try to post more frequently from now on))
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Denak declined the offered snacks with a polite shake of his head, focusing on the hot beverage still in his hands, bowing his head down to take another sip from it. He was just as glad to listen to Kador's own ramblings as he did speaking of his own. But despite it, enjoying Kador's company and exchanging regards, the thoughts in the back of his mind were gnawing away at him slowly.
"I'm glad to have helped. Paperwork can get quite tedious, yes." he said in a dull tone, his eyes fixated to the cup in his hands, his ears listening closely to Kador's words, trying to think of way to frame what he was going to say. With a sharp inhale through his nose to gather his thoughts, he began explaining.
"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."
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.
Farewell.
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Crownrule
SHAKING BABIES
FACTION WARFARE ALLIANCE
0
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Posted - 2014.07.23 08:04:00 -
[25] - Quote
Crownrule walks up to the entrance wearing an advanced amarr assault A/1 series dropsuit,just recently cleaned. Turns to the guards.
"May I seek the council here? I have an urgent matter id like to speak to them about."
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
6
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Posted - 2014.07.23 13:18:00 -
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Crownrule wrote:Crownrule walks up to the entrance wearing an advanced amarr assault A/1 series dropsuit,just recently cleaned. Turns to the guards.
"May I seek the council here? I have an urgent matter id like to speak to them about."
Thal Vadam sips his tea until a voice comes over the intercom.
"Thal Vadam, report to the front office" said the high female voice.
Thal gets up and starts walking to the office.
He enters the offices and notices a young Amarr waiting for someone.
Thal approaches in his Imperial logistics A.K0 suit and bows
"Greetings sir, welcome to the public offices of PCLAS. How might I be of service to you?"
"War is holy my son.....you are war's harbinger, you hath the furry of heaven at your back." Swordmaster Tiber to Thal.
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
4
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Posted - 2014.07.24 03:43:00 -
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Thal Vadam wrote:Crownrule wrote:Crownrule walks up to the entrance wearing an advanced amarr assault A/1 series dropsuit,just recently cleaned. Turns to the guards.
"May I seek the council here? I have an urgent matter id like to speak to them about." Thal Vadam sips his tea until a voice comes over the intercom. "Thal Vadam, report to the front office" said the high female voice. Thal gets up and starts walking to the office. He enters the offices and notices a young Amarr waiting for someone. Thal approaches in his Imperial logistics A.K0 suit and bows "Greetings sir, welcome to the public offices of PCLAS. How might I be of service to you?"
Crownrule exchanges a quick bow and stands tall and proud before the man
"I have come to discuss my concerns with the council about my deployment to the Gheinok I Tower." Crownrule says feverishly. Then he reconizes the suit the man is wearing. "My apologies sir, i didnt know you were the great Thal Vadam" Crownrule stays in place waiting for a response, all the while he feels little beads of sweat roll down his face.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
7
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Posted - 2014.07.24 04:14:00 -
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Crownrule wrote:Thal Vadam wrote:Crownrule wrote:Crownrule walks up to the entrance wearing an advanced amarr assault A/1 series dropsuit,just recently cleaned. Turns to the guards.
"May I seek the council here? I have an urgent matter id like to speak to them about." Thal Vadam sips his tea until a voice comes over the intercom. "Thal Vadam, report to the front office" said the high female voice. Thal gets up and starts walking to the office. He enters the offices and notices a young Amarr waiting for someone. Thal approaches in his Imperial logistics A.K0 suit and bows "Greetings sir, welcome to the public offices of PCLAS. How might I be of service to you?" Crownrule exchanges a quick bow and stands tall and proud before the man "I have come to discuss my concerns with the council about my deployment to the Gheinok I Tower." Crownrule says feverishly. Then he reconizes the suit the man is wearing. "My apologies sir, i didnt know you were the great Thal Vadam" Crownrule stays in place waiting for a response, all the while he feels little beads of sweat roll down his face.
Thal stares into Crownrule's eyes, a cold look on his face. He keeps up the look for 30 seconds. He then begins to laugh
"The Great Thal Vadam? Ha! What will they come up with next. Tell me boy, what have I done to be called great."
He sits down on a nearby chair and looks to Crownrule.
"War is holy my son.....you are war's harbinger, you hath the furry of heaven at your back." Swordmaster Tiber to Thal.
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
5
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Posted - 2014.07.24 04:19:00 -
[29] - Quote
Crownrule feels Thals everlasting gaze and shakes it off, he pits a smirk on his face.
"Well sir, i have heard you are the best swordsman in new eden," Crownrule says relaxing in the chair "unless the stories I have heard are false."
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
7
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Posted - 2014.07.24 04:27:00 -
[30] - Quote
Crownrule wrote:Crownrule feels Thals everlasting gaze and shakes it off, he pits a smirk on his face.
"Well sir, i have heard you are the best swordsman in new eden," Crownrule says relaxing in the chair "unless the stories I have heard are false."
Thal gets up and walks up to Crownrule. " I don't like to brag, I've never had much of an opportunity to formally practice swordplay, though I have trained with some of the greats and am their legacy. So yes, I am a good swordsman"
Thal pauses
"You say you wish to speak with the council, which council are you referring to?"
"War is holy my son.....you are war's harbinger, you hath the furry of heaven at your back." Swordmaster Tiber to Thal.
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