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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
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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
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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
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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
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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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((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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Posted - 2014.07.24 04:19:00 -
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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
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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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Crownrule
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Thal Vadam wrote: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?"
"Ah you must forgive me, in my haste I was not thinking, I wish to seek council with....perhaps you can handle it though... I would just like to clear it all up before i am deployed......you see i cannot go to the tower, i have urgent matters that must be attended to in the khanid kingdom, my late mother is ill and has asked to see me, my father died while I was at an early age and all she has left is me," Crownrule explains, when all of a sudden his neocom starts to light up "oh uhhh excuse me for a moment" He walks to a empty corner and opens the neocm and finds a message from his mother, it reads-
My son.... I am feeling better and am expected to recover in a few days im sorry about the false alarm and did not wish to alarm you.....I love you and be safe you may be immortal but it doesnt mean you cant die. Crownrule returns back to thal, "it appears the matter has fixed itself.....im sorry for wasting your time sir but since I have brought it up I ask of you to teach me the ways of the sword, I would like to expand myself in the knowledge of the sword so that I may not only able to kill my enemies afar but from upclose as well.....if you will take me as your pupil" Crownrule swallows and it gets stuck in his throat, he tries not to cough and forces the saliva down, he looks at thal hoping he doesnt get berated by him.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Thal Vadam
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Crownrule wrote:Thal Vadam wrote: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?" "Ah you must forgive me, in my haste I was not thinking, I wish to seek council with....perhaps you can handle it though... I would just like to clear it all up before i am deployed......you see i cannot go to the tower, i have urgent matters that must be attended to in the khanid kingdom, my late mother is ill and has asked to see me, my father died while I was at an early age and all she has left is me," Crownrule explains, when all of a sudden his neocom starts to light up "oh uhhh excuse me for a moment" He walks to a empty corner and opens the neocm and finds a message from his mother, it reads- My son.... I am feeling better and am expected to recover in a few days im sorry about the false alarm and did not wish to alarm you.....I love you and be safe you may be immortal but it doesnt mean you cant die. Crownrule returns back to thal, "it appears the matter has fixed itself.....im sorry for wasting your time sir but since I have brought it up I ask of you to teach me the ways of the sword, I would like to expand myself in the knowledge of the sword so that I may not only able to kill my enemies afar but from upclose as well.....if you will take me as your pupil" Crownrule swallows and it gets stuck in his throat, he tries not to cough and forces the saliva down, he looks at thal hoping he doesnt get berated by him.
Thal examines Crownrule, inspecting his features. He walks around him slowly. When he returns to Crownrule's petrified face. He stares for a moment.
"I'm holding a training session in the IGS gymnasium in 24 standard hours. Be there. We'll see what you can do."
With that, Thal walks away to return to his quarters. He says as he walks away
"Walk with God brother."
The door to his quarters closes
"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
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Crownrule starts walking toward the exit, once he's outside he opens his neocom and places an order for a pair of training swords. He closes his neocon once he's finished he decides to go back to his quarters. He walks in and heads toward his bed where he slumps down on it and passes out. The next morning Crownrule gets up and grabs his Imperial CRW-04 scrambler rifle off of his table and inspects it.
"Hmmm....I just cleaned you yesterday *sigh* guess i have to do it again," Crownrule says before getting his cleaning kit, he sits there for about an hour cleaning it, not missing an inch of the gun. "There, now your clean......now if only you could stay that way." Crownrule places his gun back on the table and heads toward his bed again where he will sleep for another three hours. Crownrule wakes up and looks at the time. "Still have twelve hours before i have to go to the IGS......what can i do to kill some time?" Crownrule looks around and finds nothing, he looks at the swords he just purchased and and thinks. "Perhaps I should go early and try to practice so I dont embarrass myself" He picks the swords up from the wall and heads out his door and toward the IGS Gymnasium. Once he is inside he pulls out the sword and makes slicing motions, then he tries to twirl them and drops one on the ground. He heads over to pick the sword back up when he notices someone is standing behind him.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Thal Vadam
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Crownrule wrote:Crownrule starts walking toward the exit, once he's outside he opens his neocom and places an order for a pair of training swords. He closes his neocon once he's finished he decides to go back to his quarters. He walks in and heads toward his bed where he slumps down on it and passes out. The next morning Crownrule gets up and grabs his Imperial CRW-04 scrambler rifle off of his table and inspects it.
"Hmmm....I just cleaned you yesterday *sigh* guess i have to do it again," Crownrule says before getting his cleaning kit, he sits there for about an hour cleaning it, not missing an inch of the gun. "There, now your clean......now if only you could stay that way." Crownrule places his gun back on the table and heads toward his bed again where he will sleep for another three hours. Crownrule wakes up and looks at the time. "Still have twelve hours before i have to go to the IGS......what can i do to kill some time?" Crownrule looks around and finds nothing, he looks at the swords he just purchased and and thinks. "Perhaps I should go early and try to practice so I dont embarrass myself" He picks the swords up from the wall and heads out his door and toward the IGS Gymnasium. Once he is inside he pulls out the sword and makes slicing motions, then he tries to twirl them and drops one on the ground. He heads over to pick the sword back up when he notices someone is standing behind him.
Thal picks up one of the swords and says
Like this, with your wrist and fingers "
Thal twirls the blade until it's very hard to see. He stops it in a second and hands it back to Crownrule.
"You try."
"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
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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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John Demonsbane
Unorganized Ninja Infantry Tactics
League of Infamy
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Posted - 2014.07.25 11:48:00 -
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Thal Vadam wrote: "I've had a hard life but the Classiarii and the crusade give me purpose"
"Yes, God does lay out different paths for each of us. Whither it be a test of our souls or otherwise is not for us to know. Either way, it is good to see someone rise to this higher calling without *gestures to himself as well as the offices of the higher-born Classiarii* being born with the same advantages as we."
the high female voice wrote: Thal Vadam, please report to the front office
John sets down his tea. "Well, I guess duty calls, then. Thank you for sitting with me, Thal Vadam."
He looks around again, pausing as he hears a bit of commotion behind the door Aero disappeared behind. A faint smile crosses his face. This place has been more interesting than I expected. I may stay a bit longer than originally planned... This food alone is worth delaying my return trip. He calls over the hostess, pointing as his all-but-empty tray. "It might be just because I have not been home in so long, but this bordered on sublime. Where do you get food like this in this sector?"
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"Ah, that makes sense. Disappointing, I had hoped perhaps there was some hidden market I did not know of. Naturally you would have consistent supply lines to the Empire. May I please have another tray, then? I hate to abuse your hospitality but I don't think I will be able to get back there any time soon."
He sits back as she walks away. I could get used to this place... Though I expect they might just put me to work if I stayed. Can't have that!
She returns with a second tray. "I cannot thank you enough. You have been very kind."
Mm. I could eat 4 of these. I am not going to be happy being back on field rations tomorrow. *he hears further commotion* My word, what is Yassavi doing back there? This is a little more entertaining than one would expect from one of these field offices, isn't it.
(The godfather of tactical logistics)
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True Adamance
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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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Denak Kalamari
1610
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Posted - 2014.08.13 19:33:00 -
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Denak looked bothered as he sat there watching Kador visibly fidgeting and struggling with his words in reaction the the sudden heavy load that was dropped on him. The small relic Denak gave him only seemed to make him more stricken by sadness, all making Denak feel bad of himself, about not giving any kind of warning beforehand. He could only sit there and watch, as Kador handled his gift. That piece of seemingly worthless metal, charred black and deformed out of shape, conveyed the deep bond the two shared better than any amount of words ever could have.
Even in a depressing situation like this, Denak still remained within his hardened exterior, sitting up straight on his chair and trying his best not to betray the conflicting thoughts running through his mind. He didn't want to suddenly just leave everything he had known behind and start over, severing all contact. Not again. But what he wanted to do was rarely in line with what he needed to do, and this was no exception. His eyes trailed the numerous golden patterns covering the crimson sash as Kador laid it out on the table before him.
His eyes were unfocused and glassed as his ears were focused on the words Kador spoke, barely paying attention to the stammer and the heaviness of his voice. What he was offered was quite unlike anything else he had ever been offered before.
For a while, Denak remained silent, trying to come up with the best way to convey the inconceivable amount of honor and gratitude he felt right now. Eventually, he answered with four simple words:
"I... would be honored."
The words rolled off his tongue with a deep exhale, darting his gaze all over the room, unsure what to do next. His arm lifted up halfway in an attempt to offer a handshake, but it soon fell back down as he found it inadequate considering the situation. He wasn't going to be seeing him for months, maybe even years. A mere handshake simply wasn't enough.
The contrast between Denak and Kador was very stark. One was a Gallente and the other was an Amarr, the polar opposites of ideologies and moral standards. While one believed in one single universal truth, the other questioned the objectivity of "truth" itself. In battle, one relied on his armor and weapons, while the other relied on his equipment and wits. Despite this, they had more in common than they differed.
Both were devout believers of their own faith, believing in sacrificing oneself for a greater cause. Both were adamant in fighting for their causes at nearly any cost. And most important of all, both were veterans of a group many would consider not human, and neither could ever consider betraying the other. The fact that they had met at a mere coincidence through mutual contacts seemed almost ironic.
Suddenly, and without warning, Denak stood up from his chair. With firm steps he closed the distance between himself and Kador, so he could wrap his arms around the Amarrian's shoulders, hugging him with the kind of fondness and affection a close friend, or a sibling would.
"Thank you", he muttered out, short of any deeper words to say. "For everything."
Denak's calm exterior was slowly beginning to fall apart, all the pain, regret and doubt he had built up over his career pouring out onto the firm hold on Kador. His hold did not last for long though, as moments after he finished speaking Denak took a step back from the Amarr, clearing his throat and exhaling out another sigh.
"We have been through a lot together, and you are the closest thing to a sibling I have ever had. To be written into your history as part of the Ouryon family, I can't begin describing how honored I feel", Denak spoke after a brief pause. His knuckles were pale white from clenching as he continued speaking:
"I want to promise you that we will meet again, but I can not. You and, Satja, you deserve more than a short goodbye, but I can not do that. The conditions bind me."
Shame and regret betrayed his calm and collected look, head drooped down slightly.
"I can promise you one thing. That no matter what, I will remember you. I will do everything in my reach to meet you again some day, even if it takes years."
Denak paused once more to take a deep breath in, before he finished:
"You say you have nothing as meaningful to give. But the fact that you accept a Gallentean into the records of True Amarr and Udor only, is the greatest honor you could ever provide."
After that, another heavy sigh escaped his lips, taking his seat again, running his hand up his scarred cheek and his short hair.
"I still have some time left. If you want, you can holocall Satja, if you want to", his words sounded so fatalistic, as if he was going to die any moment now. With his abandonment of his old life, he may as well have been dead.
Farewell.
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Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
31
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Posted - 2014.09.01 22:51:00 -
[39] - Quote
She'd been able to get at least three hours of solid sleep before the NeoCom unit beside her bed began to rattle the top of her bedside table.
Grumbling at the disruption of her brief hours of down time she cast about in the dark, running a hand over the sensor strip on the wall, activating the lights and revealing a very humble apartment with and odd assortment Matari and Amarrian design philosophies trying to co-exist in a disharmonious manner.
Blinking sleep from her eye she busied herself with looking presentable, shrugging out of her shift and into a loose fitting shirt, and leggings, and straightening the tousled mess that was her hair. While still dishevelled at least she was presentable.
Judging by the time of the call however there could only be one person calling, and that meant that he was back from deployment..... or setting out on patrol.
She took a place at the edge of the bed, carefully arranging the dark curls of her hair so that it covered the ropy scars that ran down the length of her right arm, and over the back of the shoulder. Once satisfied that the deformities were fully obscured she flipped up the NeoCom unit, placing it carefully into its stand, and answered the video call.
For a moment she was confused. The caller was not who she expected. In the fore ground was Denak, his Intaki features distinguished him, and brought back waves of nostalgia.
She managed a tired but pleasant smile, leaning into the picture to get a closer look at the man. To her surprise he was clad in robes similar to those of the Amarrian clergy.
"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.
She took great pride in that. Since having arrived at the Consulate University in Tanoo she had spend the last 9 months in study learning much. One of the by products was that her knowledge of the language had made great leaps and bounds and she rarely if ever had to use translation programs to understand her class mates.
"How are you? What have you been doing? Is Ka- Classiarii Ouryon with you?" |
Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2306
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Posted - 2014.09.03 15:45:00 -
[40] - Quote
Vyzion runs his hands over the etchings at the entrance to the PCT PR offices. His eyes drift towards the plaque on the right... and his stomach grumbled. Stifling a grin, he walks inside.
The heady smell of the furniture assaulted Vyzion's enhanced nostrils. Of all the modifications he subscribed to, the olfactory adjustments were by far the most intriguing. He could discern distinct differences in the wood used to craft the sumptuous chair he walked towards to that of the small table next to it, as clearly as he could tell the number of forge gunners aiming at his dropship with the same nose. The former, it had to be said, was definitely much less repulsive than sweaty clone arms hefting forge guns.
He returns the receptionist's bow with a tilt of his head and relaxed into the chair. The light pilot suit he was wearing, a prototype fresh from a joint project between the researchers at Roden Shipyards and the scientists at CreoDron, adjusted itself to maximise Vyzion's comfort.
Feels great, except one well-aimed shot from these Scrambler Pistol-totting shiny folk will have me surfacing from goo before I can say "Long Live the Empress".
As for how this capsuleer acquired equipment at the cutting edge of dropship technology, well, that's a story for another time. For now, suffice it to say that the model is more of a prototype than the standard clone dropsuits in that it is relatively unstable.
A fact that Vyzion was just beginning to realise as he attempted to stretch a leg... and found that he couldn't.
Tried to raise his arms. Couldn't.
Turn his head. Couldn't.
Scratch that itch that only now decides to torment his nose... Couldn't.
His suit had spontaneously become harder than a Templar's faith to crack, and sitting in the PR offices of these very Templars, Vyzion decided to attempt to salvage whatever remained of his dignity and closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, and hoped that to all the world it appeared he was just looking to bathe in the warmth of the glimmering gold around him.
"When nothing is going your way, go out of your way to do nothing."
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
9
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Posted - 2014.09.04 03:19:00 -
[41] - Quote
Vyzion Eyri wrote:Vyzion runs his hands over the etchings at the entrance to the PCT PR offices. His eyes drift towards the plaque on the right... and his stomach grumbled. Stifling a grin, he walks inside.
The heady smell of the furniture assaulted Vyzion's enhanced nostrils. Of all the modifications he subscribed to, the olfactory adjustments were by far the most intriguing. He could discern distinct differences in the wood used to craft the sumptuous chair he walked towards to that of the small table next to it, as clearly as he could tell the number of forge gunners aiming at his dropship with the same nose. The former, it had to be said, was definitely much less repulsive than sweaty clone arms hefting forge guns.
He returns the receptionist's bow with a tilt of his head and relaxed into the chair. The light pilot suit he was wearing, a prototype fresh from a joint project between the researchers at Roden Shipyards and the scientists at CreoDron, adjusted itself to maximise Vyzion's comfort.
Feels great, except one well-aimed shot from these Scrambler Pistol-totting shiny folk will have me surfacing from goo before I can say "Long Live the Empress".
As for how this capsuleer acquired equipment at the cutting edge of dropship technology, well, that's a story for another time. For now, suffice it to say that the model is more of a prototype than the standard clone dropsuits in that it is relatively unstable.
A fact that Vyzion was just beginning to realise as he attempted to stretch a leg... and found that he couldn't.
Tried to raise his arms. Couldn't.
Turn his head. Couldn't.
Scratch that itch that only now decides to torment his nose... Couldn't.
His suit had spontaneously become harder than a Templar's faith to crack, and sitting in the PR offices of these very Templars, Vyzion decided to attempt to salvage whatever remained of his dignity and closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, and hoped that to all the world it appeared he was just looking to bathe in the warmth of the glimmering gold around him.
Thal walked into the Public Relation offices dressed in his black cloak and the Classiari standered uniform. He was tired, having just finished training his pupil. However, he found the Offices relaxing, and a good place to rest ones spirit.
As he noded at the receptionist, he noticed a man dressed in a very unfamiliar dropsuit design. He scanned the man thoroughly, trying to identify any possible hidden weapons. After deeming the man unarmed, he approached. He bowed and said
"Greetings sir, welcome to the public offices of the Classiarii. My name is Thal Vadam. What may I ask brings you to our offices and is there any assistance I can offer you?"
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2306
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Posted - 2014.09.04 05:52:00 -
[42] - Quote
Thal Vadam wrote:
Thal walked into the Public Relation offices dressed in his black cloak and the Classiari standered uniform. He was tired, having just finished training his pupil. However, he found the Offices relaxing, and a good place to rest ones spirit.
As he noded at the receptionist, he noticed a man dressed in a very unfamiliar dropsuit design. He scanned the man thoroughly, trying to identify any possible hidden weapons. After deeming the man unarmed, he approached. He bowed and said
"Greetings sir, welcome to the public offices of the Classiarii. My name is Thal Vadam. What may I ask brings you to our offices and is there any assistance I can offer you?"
Just what I wanted. Just what I bloody wanted.
Vyzion kept his eyes closed and breathing measured. And then:
"I'm.. fine, ah, sir. Just appreciating the delightful upholstery, yes, yes..."
An idea sparked in the depths of his head.
"... Actually, that was a lie. I'm actually eavesdropping." A pause for effect. "You see, the way you guys trade greetings, with some kind of 'a shell tasty whatsit', before you engage in the actual conversation? Yeah, it's quite intriguing. I'd be indebted if you could explain some of that."
All the while, he spoke with his body tensed, trying with all his might to break the diamond shell of his dropsuit and eyes clenched shut.
I probably look exactly like that time when that Jita hawker sold me blended shiksi disguised as rockjaw mash. The ruckus I made in that toilet still has me labelled the "dropshit pilot".
"When nothing is going your way, go out of your way to do nothing."
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John Demonsbane
Unorganized Ninja Infantry Tactics
3964
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Posted - 2014.09.04 07:44:00 -
[43] - Quote
How odd. Why is he moving in such a statuesque fashion?
John finished the last of his tray and stood up, stretching his back.
Well, I suppose that's enough leisure for today he mused. I'd best be back to HQ.
Walking past the receptionist, he pauses, placing a small golden talisman upon the desk. It bears the mark of the House of Demonsbane, it's coat of arms in blazing crimson.
"Give this to my good friend Kador, with my regards. Should he ever find himself in Khanid space, this may make the trip a little smoother."
John walks towards the door, raising his cowl as he leaves. Pausing, he speaks to the receptionist again.
"Please, give Kador this message: 'The Imperial Guard misses you. I.... I miss you. The life of a mercenary grows wearisome. I will likely soon leave active duty myself, but should Kador return, I am always ready to fight at his side."
He quickly pulls the cowl well over his head, obscuring any view of his face, and hurries out the exit.
(The godfather of tactical logistics)
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
9
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Posted - 2014.09.04 10:48:00 -
[44] - Quote
Vyzion Eyri wrote:Thal Vadam wrote:
Thal walked into the Public Relation offices dressed in his black cloak and the Classiari standered uniform. He was tired, having just finished training his pupil. However, he found the Offices relaxing, and a good place to rest ones spirit.
As he noded at the receptionist, he noticed a man dressed in a very unfamiliar dropsuit design. He scanned the man thoroughly, trying to identify any possible hidden weapons. After deeming the man unarmed, he approached. He bowed and said
"Greetings sir, welcome to the public offices of the Classiarii. My name is Thal Vadam. What may I ask brings you to our offices and is there any assistance I can offer you?"
Just what I wanted. Just what I bloody wanted.Vyzion kept his eyes closed and breathing measured. And then: "I'm.. fine, ah, sir. Just appreciating the delightful upholstery, yes, yes..." An idea sparked in the depths of his head. "... Actually, that was a lie. I'm actually eavesdropping." A pause for effect. "You see, the way you guys trade greetings, with some kind of 'a shell tasty whatsit', before you engage in the actual conversation? Yeah, it's quite intriguing. I'd be indebted if you could explain some of that." All the while, he spoke with his body tensed, trying with all his might to break the diamond shell of his dropsuit and eyes clenched shut. I probably look exactly like that time when that Jita hawker sold me blended shiksi disguised as rockjaw mash. The ruckus I made in that toilet still has me labelled the "dropshit pilot".
Thal raises an eyebrow
"It's a common courtesy, and don't insult my intelligence. We both know that's not why your here."
He folds his arms together
"I'll ask again, what are you doing here?"
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2306
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Posted - 2014.09.04 12:11:00 -
[45] - Quote
Vyzion's arm raised an inch. All pretense was thrown out the window and he started wildly bucking in the chair.
"Then why... didn't... you... show me... common courtesy!"
And with his last word the dropsuit's material relaxed into its original state and Vyzion went flying right into the astonished Templar's arms.
"Well, this is awkward," muttered the pilot. "I'd ask you to paint me like one of those Gallentean girls but it would be hardly appropriate in these circumstances and our current... abode."
Vyzion helped himself out of the Templar's arms. As soon as his feet were back on the ground, Vyzion turned and extended a hand.
"Ashaltiasten Templar Thal. My intentions I'd prefer to keep to myself but eavesdropping on the language definitely was not far from the truth. I enjoy knowing, and a friend of a friend told me I could find out more about Carthum's initial designs for Amarrian dropships and small vehicular turrets. Could you confirm or disprove these whispers for me?"
"When nothing is going your way, go out of your way to do nothing."
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
9
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Posted - 2014.09.04 19:44:00 -
[46] - Quote
Vyzion Eyri wrote:Vyzion's arm raised an inch. All pretense was thrown out the window and he started wildly bucking in the chair.
"Then why... didn't... you... show me... common courtesy!"
And with his last word the dropsuit's material relaxed into its original state and Vyzion went flying right into the astonished Templar's arms.
"Well, this is awkward," muttered the pilot. "I'd ask you to paint me like one of those Gallentean girls but it would be hardly appropriate in these circumstances and our current... abode."
Vyzion helped himself out of the Templar's arms. As soon as his feet were back on the ground, Vyzion turned and extended a hand.
"Ashaltiasten Templar Thal. My intentions I'd prefer to keep to myself but eavesdropping on the language definitely was not far from the truth. I enjoy knowing, and a friend of a friend told me I could find out more about Carthum's initial designs for Amarrian dropships and small vehicular turrets. Could you confirm or disprove these whispers for me?"
Thal stands staring at the man. A look of pure confusion and shock on his face. He snaps out of his state.
"No, not here. You won't find anything like that here. Though if you wish to learn more about our people's culture, I would be happy to oblige you"
Thal shakes the extended hand, almost crushing it with his cybernetic arm.
"I never got your name Mr.?"
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2307
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Posted - 2014.09.05 05:56:00 -
[47] - Quote
Vyzion winced as he felt Thal's arm wrap around his and squeeze.
A shame. I truly thought I could've found some of those sexy laser turrets Rev was telling me about for my dropship.
"Vyzion. And as for Amarrian culture, you guys are steeped in too much intriguing history. I won't ask you to start explaining because I doubt there will be an end. If you could direct me to where I could read more about it, it could be a start."
"When nothing is going your way, go out of your way to do nothing."
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2311
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Posted - 2014.09.07 00:30:00 -
[48] - Quote
A sudden, barely perceptible beep emitted from Vyzion's barely visible earpiece, and someone watching him and Thal would've barely noticed Vyzion's reaction.
The pilot let go of the Templar's hand and smiled.
"Actually, there's no need to answer that, Thal. Unfortunately I have to leave you now. Trust me, it's not you, it's me."
And with that Vyzion turned on his heels and walked out.
> Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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Templar Twelve
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
77
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Posted - 2014.09.09 08:53:00 -
[49] - Quote
A hooded 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 a glass-enclosed flame in the lobby.
He bows gracefully, then takes a knee and bows his head down and remains silent for a what seems to be more than a few minutes...
Librarian and keeper of the Praetorian Temple Library
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
303
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Posted - 2014.09.12 22:54:00 -
[50] - Quote
A lone warrior loiters in the threshold for several minutes. His somewhat lithe form makes it difficult to tell if he is a normal sized Civire standing further back or a an average size Intaki standing slightly forward. After spending much too long than you should trying to deliberate, you decide that he is an amalgamation of both. He approaches cautiously, running his fingers through his hair to avoid making eye contact until he has reached the front desk. When he looks forward, you can't help but notice his subtly augmented eyes growing a dim yellow to match the overall aesthetic of the center. He adjusts his bomber jacket respectfully and clears his throat before speaking.
"Hail Amarr. I was hoping to speak to Kador if he was strutting about anywhere near here. It isn't urgent or anything, I was just hoping to visit casually."
He breathes out slowly.
"Tell him it's Fae, if that means anything to him."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
13276
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Posted - 2014.09.14 22:57:00 -
[51] - Quote
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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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
304
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Posted - 2014.09.15 04:51:00 -
[52] - Quote
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."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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ReGnYuM
Escrow Removal and Acquisition
Negative-Feedback
3246
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Posted - 2014.09.15 13:37:00 -
[53] - Quote
Galm Fae wrote:A lone warrior loiters in the threshold for several minutes. His somewhat lithe form makes it difficult to tell if he is a normal sized Civire standing further back or a an average size Intaki standing slightly forward. After spending much too long than you should trying to deliberate, you decide that he is an amalgamation of both. He approaches cautiously, running his fingers through his hair to avoid making eye contact until he has reached the front desk. When he looks forward, you can't help but notice his subtly augmented eyes growing a dim yellow to match the overall aesthetic of the center. He adjusts his bomber jacket respectfully and clears his throat before speaking.
"Hail Amarr. I was hoping to speak to Kador if he was strutting about anywhere near here. It isn't urgent or anything, I was just hoping to visit casually."
He breathes out slowly.
"Tell him it's Fae, if that means anything to him."
(OOC(I am sure this end well... Face plam... Continues reading))
Escrow Removal and Acquisition- Our ERA has only just begun...
Gym Bro/ Meat Head -- CrossFit enthusiast
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Denak Kalamari
1615
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Posted - 2014.09.15 16:54:00 -
[54] - Quote
((Why didn't I see that this got an update until now? Dammit, I need to pay more attention, I'll get working on a post right away.))
Farewell.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
13284
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Posted - 2014.09.15 21:56:00 -
[55] - Quote
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
Eskola Ergonomics
304
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Posted - 2014.09.16 05:30:00 -
[56] - Quote
True Adamance wrote:
" 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."
Galm cocks his head curiously, pursing his cigar between his lips as he slowly pushes the other back into his pocket.
"Worried about your health, templar? You might have picked the wrong profession if that's the case."
He snickers charmingly, biting down into the unlit madaro. He rolls it in his mouth as Kador finishes bowing to his servant, eventually removing it and tucking it into his coat out of respect.
Quote:"Well Fae-haan....... where should we start?
"Perhaps I should be asking after Eskola.... or Niina. I know little enough of you and yours beyond the battlefield."
Galm seems legitimately stumped, not entirely sure how to proceed. Certainly it was a topic worth mentioning in good company, but Kador was no friend of his. Both certainly knew it, yet both continued the illusion if only to maintain a brief moment of sanity.
"Well," he ventures, "I suppose that's a civil question as any. 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."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
13302
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Posted - 2014.09.16 21:51:00 -
[57] - Quote
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
Eskola Ergonomics
306
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Posted - 2014.09.16 23:57:00 -
[58] - Quote
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?"
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
13312
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Posted - 2014.09.17 01:24:00 -
[59] - Quote
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
Eskola Ergonomics
306
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Posted - 2014.09.17 03:11:00 -
[60] - Quote
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?"
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
13315
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Posted - 2014.09.17 03:50:00 -
[61] - Quote
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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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
306
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Posted - 2014.09.17 04:12:00 -
[62] - Quote
"Humph," Galm huffs as he nods in acknowledgement. He ducks down to his boot and pulls out a ceramic knife before digging into his pocket and producing the can of long limb roes. Carefully, he digs the knife into the aluminum and begins to peel back the top. The smell is impossibly strong, powerful enough to cause a less refined man to recoil at the musk of ocean brine. The black, smooth pearls glisten under the artificial starlight, just begging to be consumed by those with the pallet to appreciate them. Galm passes the can to Kador carefully, letting him take the first taste.
"Yes," Fae sighs as he relinquishes the can, "I suppose you are right. To think anyone would sink so low as to court... Ancestors choke, to even love a tribal. A matari burn victim no less! I mean, I've always known they were hellspawn but to see one that has actually endured the fire! You must understand Kador, I was only trying to be polite."
He ducks back down to sheath his knife, but continues to speak the entire time.
"She is your property afterall and I would hate to insult it if it actually meant anything to you. Kudos for even honoring your ownership as well Ouryon-haan. I certainly would have sold it off by now, and I'm not just saying for the profit."
Galm eagerly grabs a handful of crackers and began forcing them into his mouth one after the other, never breaking eye contact.
He's certainly going to kick my ass for this. But it's what he needed to hear.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
13319
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Posted - 2014.09.17 05:02:00 -
[63] - Quote
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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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
306
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Posted - 2014.09.17 05:36:00 -
[64] - Quote
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."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
13322
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Posted - 2014.09.17 21:13:00 -
[65] - Quote
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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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
306
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Posted - 2014.09.17 22:45:00 -
[66] - Quote
The response was... Less ardent than Fae was hoping for, but it would do. The Templar was ridged, bound by a daft set of backwards fundamentalist ethics that he felt compelled to observe. It was a little more than ironic that the same rules that so often clashed with Galm's methods and ideology were the only thing keeping Kador chasing him off in the first place. It was just as planned. Any man could be manipulated given enough effort, and Ouryon's honor code worked as a delightful little operations manual.
"Well now Templar, that is the best part in all of this!"
Fae lifts his cracker into the air in a congratulatory toast.
"I am in need for a favor! More specifically, I would like to hire you for a personal contract! You would be well compensated for you efforts of course, and I can assure you that you will be permitted to act at your discretion while on the battlefield. No taking orders, no chain of command, only a set of professionals executing a very specific task!"
He lowers the roe and takes a bite, speaking through a small mouthful of food.
"Now, please don't give me that look Kador. This is, afterall, mostly your fault. You see, had I secured those data files I was so eager to escape with I could have simply paid someone off and there would be no need for bloodshed. But thanks you and your meddling I am now in need of a much more direct approach. You see, this could have all been civil but my patience with the man is wearing ever so thin. I don't just need him killed, I want his legacy erased.
"In the Tenal region there is a backwater station run by the Guristas. I need it completely destroyed, and the man in charge brought to me. Obviously this is no small task, and to execute it I am in need of several professions that I have worked with in the past. People I, reluctantly, trust. Most should be easy, provided I can even find them. Denak may be tricky to conscript, but we have maintained friendly relationships in the past. You however, Ouryon-haan, are the only piece that didn't quite fit. So I came here personal so I can say all of this to your face. I need you."
Fae extends his hand, beaming with self-satisfaction.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
13322
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Posted - 2014.09.17 22:53:00 -
[67] - Quote
((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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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
307
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Posted - 2014.09.17 22:56:00 -
[68] - Quote
(( Actually, interesting you should ask this. Playing as Galm I KNOW for certain there is a man under there. Nothing makes him happier than chipping away at Kador's shell and seeing what's really inside. Basically Ouryon = Galm's Kinder-egg.
I'll replace this with a post eventually.))
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
13322
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Posted - 2014.09.18 00:13:00 -
[69] - Quote
(Redacted)
"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
Eskola Ergonomics
308
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Posted - 2014.09.18 06:48:00 -
[70] - Quote
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.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
13326
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Posted - 2014.09.18 23:11:00 -
[71] - Quote
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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Sawdeth
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
49
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Posted - 2014.09.20 07:04:00 -
[72] - Quote
Then all of the sudden, Templar Twelve, while praying in a chapel and reciting the word of God.
while in deep prayer he hears a voice deep in his Cerebral cortex, as if he has heard a ghost of his old friend calling out to him.
Thinking that the voice of Sawdeth is a deception from the evil one.
Sawdeth Replies: "It's not your fault, Twelve."
Still in disbelief he prays once more until the voice of Sawdeth appears in Twelves head once again.
"I was left to die, Twelve."
Templar Twelve must be losing his mind. He takes a break from prayer to wash his face.
Upon washing his face he looks in the mirror in his quarters. He repents to all that happened on the battle of Var III, as memories of all the Templars who have died trying to liberate it. As he tries to wash away all the painful memories of what happened to Sawdeth on Var III. According to the 24th Imperial Crusade he was declared MIA.
After 2 months from the horrific battle, the Admiral approached Templar Twelve a few days earlier and said "I'm sorry, but there is no trace of him. He's dead."
After rising his head from the sink to dry his face off he is shocked to his core to what he is seeing in the mirror in his private quarters. It's Sawdeth!!!
He looks behind out in the hallway of his room and sees no one but the ghostly image of Sawdeth is still there as if he's trying to get a message out to his old friend.
He tries to call for security, but in his mind he wants to receive the message and urges Templar Twelve and gives him a message.
As the sun of Mehatoor rises into the window of Templar twelve's quarters. giving him hope.
"Look unto my second coming tomorrow at zero hour, rally the troops to the War Zone, there you'll find me. Go, before the Heretics beat you to it."
After that the ghostly image of Sawdeth on Templar Twelve's mirror disappears.
I will saw the tables of solitude. They say that death is no longer an option. Make it Sawdeth's problem, c u in game.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
13345
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Posted - 2014.09.20 08:20:00 -
[73] - Quote
((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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Jacques Cayton II
Fatal Absolution
General Tso's Alliance
972
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Posted - 2014.10.11 03:12:00 -
[74] - Quote
Jacques enters the room with an old uniform resembling the dragonaors with new colors and a slightly different emblem. He had become more and more patriotic and leaned more to the old ways of the Raata Empire. He gave a glance around the room looking at each person in the room. He trains his eyes on Kador and asks, " I don't wish to impose but my new unit is looking for allies in a new crusade."
We fight for the future of the State not our
personal goals
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21yrOld Knight
Pradox One
Proficiency V.
1007
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Posted - 2014.10.16 23:37:00 -
[75] - Quote
21 enters the room wearing a black dress shirt, a pair of black dress pants, and a pair of black leather dress shoes. On the upper left-hand corner of his shirt, there is the corporate logo for Pradox One. Looking around the room 21 notices some familiar faces. His face shows sadness and nostalgia. The greedy yet depressed mercenary thought to himself, "Damn, the last time I was in a place like this, I had something to fight for." Instead of rudely entering Jacques's and Kador's conversation, 21 decides to take a seat and examine his surroundings. Trying to hold back his emotions 21 sits back and reads the small hologram next to him, while he waits for someone to address him.
Mike Ruan Said I was Dust Famous
Who's Mike Ruan?
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John Demonsbane
Unorganized Ninja Infantry Tactics
4196
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Posted - 2014.10.17 14:39:00 -
[76] - Quote
A familiar figure in a dark black cowl strides back into the office. As he pulls the hood down to speak the receptionist, an eerie violet glow emanates from the armor underneath.
"I need to speak to Kador. I have heard rumors of a new crusade, and wish to join him. Please take this card to him immediately, he will know who it is from." As she turns to do so, he gestures for her to wait, and reveals a little more of the blindingly bright armor. "The organization I work with has been able to 'obtain' some new technology from the Gallente that he may find desireable."
((We cannot lose the bling arms race!))
(The godfather of tactical logistics)
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Issac Va'an
Amarr Templars
Amarr Empire
0
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Posted - 2014.12.01 05:47:00 -
[77] - Quote
It has been a long time since Issac had been to amarrian space, not since his outing from the kador family.
still smarting over the blows he recieved from his previous arguement from Hya'salia, he walked up towards the grand doors leading into the relations offices, oblivious to the grand, intricate and tastefully elegant architecture he had grown accustomed to when he was a little child.
it was obvious he had spent far too much time among that Thukker woman, as he took a seat in the main lobby, straining his neck for a brief moment before closing his eyes and taking a moment to recount current events
'Se'terra will need general overhauling of the systems as well as the crew, i'll give or take 12 hours of rest would be neccesary.
future contracts: planetary goods and a small cache of small arms to a caldari exploration party, set for the wormhole regions of space.
a set of capsuleer modules and blueprints slated for Jita, estimated value at around 2.8 billion. as well as another courier contract for Dodixie. i may need to contact greyhound again for more contracts afterwards.. hah, many things to do here in this station before i depart, but some time alone would help.'
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
15284
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Posted - 2014.12.01 21:19:00 -
[78] - Quote
((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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Arkena Wyrnspire
Fatal Absolution
19725
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Posted - 2014.12.01 21:42:00 -
[79] - Quote
*walks in and takes a seat*
The Federation is not a defined region of space, of planets, of mountains, rivers, or woods. It is a vision.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
15290
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Posted - 2014.12.01 23:36:00 -
[80] - Quote
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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Issac Va'an
Amarr Templars
Amarr Empire
1
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Posted - 2014.12.02 00:24:00 -
[81] - Quote
Issac heard the footsteps of somone heading in his general direction. with a strain he stood up, tightening the dark maroon colored sash he bore. though tradition require the crest of his family, he chose to leave it blank-as is.
he wore a light coat with gold accents running down the shoulders and onto the sides, his clothing was minimalist by amarrian standards, but it was amarrian nonetheless as he stood up to face the man approaching him.
"The Praetoria bids you welcome in these halls, as do I. My name is Kador" the man said.
Kador.
Family.
Issac's eyes widened for a split second, but settled down before the man took notice. slowly he returned the gesture, placing his right fist over his heart as he bowed.
"well met, I am Captain Va'an Kador, thank you for your hospitality.
I had been given notice of a few planetary contract opportunities and would like to elaborate further in the details of said Contracts, should that be possible" Issac said as he pulled up a message on his Datapad, the faint bluish glow from the datapad gently illuminated the two as the message slowly appeared into the Air
Quote:Greyhound: C-749 AM-CORPL
Reigons: Domain, Kor Azor, Derelik
Proposed cargo: Planetary supplies, Medical and administrative in nature.
Est. time to completion of contract per reigon: 48 hours.
Notice of recommendation: Holder Alder Brenean
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John Demonsbane
Unorganized Ninja Infantry Tactics
4772
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Posted - 2014.12.02 03:38:00 -
[82] - Quote
Arkena Wyrnspire wrote:*walks in and takes a seat*
*raises eyebrow*
(The godfather of tactical logistics)
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