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Galm Fae
BetaMax Beta
CRONOS.
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Posted - 2013.07.11 04:32:00 -
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A lone Caldari male, just out of his youth, stands looking at the reliefs in amazement and wonder, both impressed by the artistry and disgusted by the opulence of an empire who could raise such beautiful structures.
His hair, while not necessarily long and untidy, is far too unkempt for him to be an average cloner. Rather than encasing himself in his usual combat attire, it appears that he has clothed himself in civilian clothing with modified pockets for repair tools, components, and medical supplies. Various patches from various combat units are all sown into his jacket, which appears to be far older than the man himself. Among them, the crest of Mordu's Legion sits proudly on his right shoulder.
In his hand he is spinning a BetaMax Beta challenge coin as he continues to study the architecture, awaiting his turn to speak to the Emissary.
It is obviously that he feels uncomfortable around so many Imperials. |
Galm Fae
BetaMax Beta
CRONOS.
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Posted - 2013.07.12 06:38:00 -
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Fae rolled the coin in his hand again, attempting to make himself look focused on the artwork.
By the Maker, first gens... Two first gens, he thought to himself, I thought all of them had gone mad or been hunted to extinction by now.
It was unsettling, being so close to them. From what he had heard of first gens... How they would ramble in their sleep and bash there own heads in to silence voices no one else could here... Could they all be true? If they truly were Templars, then they would be a force to be reckoned with. He thought of the reason why he was in the Emissary to begin with as he gazed over the reliefs for what must have been the 16th time.
His mind drifted to the Minmatar children.
I should say something.
But what could he say that would really make a difference? All they would do is throw him out.
He eyed the wall for a seventeenth time.
And those Templars... Just one body could go for millions on any market. True, these may have been Empire loyalists, but he would have no trouble selling a corpse off to some Gurista as a twisted trophy to display in a ship's hull. The suit itself would probably be worth something too with all that gold plating.
Galm thought of the Nova Knife stashed in his boot. It was just a glorified can opener really, used for cutting wires, but he could deputize it as a rirokai if he had to. His taistoiitsu had rusted since his last hand-to-hand fight, but he was sure he could make due. Those Amarr suits made Templars slow and heavy, and the other wasn't even wearing a vest. It would be easy...
Stab the Templar, pull his Scrambler Pistol, drop two shots into the other. Even if I couldn't make off with the body, at least I could get the children out of here and put them to work until they can find themselves a good home. I would be out before they could even spawn and on a shuttle bound for low-sec.
Not that he would consider causing a such a scene. He was here for business, and he wasn't about to let his temper ruin a possible shipment. He thought back to what the Human Resources officer told him.
"You need to be more tolerant. Maybe try curbing that headstrong attitude."
He was right, he should calm himself. He was half Intaki dammit, it shouldn't be that hard. Still, it was nice to know that if worst came to worst he could still hold his own.
He eyed the wall for the 18th time. |
Galm Fae
BetaMax Beta
CRONOS.
19
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Posted - 2013.07.12 19:13:00 -
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The Templar's breaks Galm's train of though, causing him to have a miniature spasm as he nearly drops his coin.
"Um, yes, hello." he says, attempting to sound as respectful and kind as possible.
He produces a datapad from his pocket, bangs a way on it, and turns it over to Metsar.
"Recently I ordered a series of Imperial Scrambler Rifles. I'm afraid that I am going to need the shipment rerouted... To null-sec actually."
He looks over at the children again, clearly bothered.
"Are... Are they for sale?" |
Galm Fae
BetaMax Beta
CRONOS.
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Posted - 2013.07.13 02:51:00 -
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He bows slightly and puts his datapad back into one of his many pockets.
"Thank you very much, I've been jumping room to room attempting to figure all of this out. The compound is just so large I hardly know which way I am going."
Galm flashes a false, but convincing smile.
Good, I got my foot in the door.
He'd been tracking down whispers of the two Minmatar children in the Summit since he first heard of the aging Templar in a nearby forum. His original intent seemed simple enough: intercept the Templar, make an offer, kill him if he refuses. Of course, that was before he knew that there were two of them under one roof. For all he knew, there could be even more. It was an unsettling business.
Anything to make things right, he thought to himself.
He looks over at the two children, then back to Maikyl.
"Legion? Oh, no. I am not with the Legion, this was my father's jacket. He had a bit of a tradition of keeping every combat patch he served under. I try to keep up the tradition to honor his spirit. Now if you will excuse me."
He flips his coin over to Malkyl.
"Take that as a token of my appreciation for your time."
Fae redirects his attention to ReGnYuM's two children. He gives both a cold and clinical look before turning back to the Templar. Immediatly his mind went back to his Nova Knife.
Oh please spirits, don't let it come to that.
"Excuse me, sir. I see you're attempting to deal business with your two servents. Are you... selling?"
Anything to make things right. |
Galm Fae
BetaMax Beta
CRONOS.
20
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Posted - 2013.07.13 05:58:00 -
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Galm bites down on his tongue... Hard. It takes every bit of his strength not to slash the bastard across his visor.
He bows respectfully. From what he could tell, the Amarr like it when you did that.
"Sir, with respect, my flight crew back on my ship is a debasement to efficiency. Your servants on the other hand seem extremely well disciplined, and best yet, I wouldn't even need to pay them! Besides, once I find out were these rifles are, I am going to need a hand transferring them to a shuttle."
He pulls out his datapad and flashes it at the Templar, giving a humored grin as if to show he appreciates ReGnYuM-haan's sense of humor.
That's it. You have to believe that the job is real. Be confident, look him in the eye... And spirits let me remember to keep the Napanii at a minimum.
"I am willing to pay a healthy amount of ISK, at the end of the day it is just cheaper than constantly paying for a new shipment after my staff messes up the paperwork... Which as you can tell is a problem. I will even pay extra for the girl. She seems like she will, umm... "Fill out" rather well, yes?"
He gives a hungered look at one of them, then turns immediately back to the Templar.
"Not that I would ever do anything your Scriptures do not allow. We Caldari have a moral code aswell."
Anything to make things right. Anything to wash it all away.
"Indecently, I am in a bit of a hurry, so if we can be quick about this..."
((I really am. I will be leaving for about a week tomorrow. If I don't reply before I leave tomorrow I will just leave it to everyone else in this thread to decide my fate. Just make it cool.)) |
Galm Fae
BetaMax Beta
CRONOS.
20
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Posted - 2013.07.13 07:25:00 -
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"What are y-- NO, WAIT!"
Confusion boils over to rage as he watches ReGnYuM take the child with him. Galm digs through his pockets furiously as he searches for a nanite injector, but his hands shake far too much for him to be able to pull it out. By the time he has a grasp on his medical supplies, the Templar has already left. Galm throws the supplies into the air as he violent bashes against his own head with his fists in a fit of anger.
Before he knows it he it spewing a maelstrom of Napanii that he hasn't let slip sense he was a child. If the Amarr in the building could understand what he was saying, it would make the air turn blue.
They broke them. They break everything. And I helped. If could have just done something good for once. Something to make up for what I did. '
He thought back to the Seituoda... What they turned him into... What he had become. He would never make up for that... but....
If I could do something... Anything to make things right. Anything to wash it all away... Maybe I can change what I have become.
He turns over to Metsar, discovering that the Templar had been watching him this whole time. With a defeated look he imitates the motion of slicing his own throat with a slight chuckle before speaking.
"Taat laani tiroktikunssan orjat hijen useuu... but hey... What can I do? And now I will have to move that shipment all by my lonesome. Oh well. Have a nice day sir." |
Galm Fae
BetaMax Beta
CRONOS.
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Posted - 2013.07.13 07:25:00 -
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Galm Fae
BetaMax Beta
CRONOS.
20
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Posted - 2013.07.21 04:30:00 -
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((Can't tell who stabbed who here, we all kind of reacted differently. I am just assuming both for story purposes.))
Going into that Emissary was a mistake in itself you damned fool.
Father, spare me.
What did you even expect to do?
Not really sure. Something productive.
You can't keep secrets from me Galm.
It happens every once and a while. Of course the voice wasn't real. At least, he never let himself believe it. It only came out when he needed it to. It was an escapism trick from his youth. More often than not, it was also a huge thorn in his side too. He could pretend for a moment that his ancestors were still on his side, guiding him along. The Way dictated that his father would always walk with him... But it was doubtful that he would still be on his side.
As a matter of fact, I am. I am not giving up on you. Now stop being stubborn, you know I am here for you.
I must be losing a lot of blood, I am believing my own trick.
What, you don't believe in The Way? What about the time you took a pilgrimage to the Landfall Shrine. Your mother and I taught you how valuable your faith is, Intaki and Caldari both. What happened to that lost child who prayed for hours for to hear words of wisdom from his dear father?
You didn't speak to me. You never did. Not until I had already killed off all I am.
You weren't ready, but I see now that I should have guided you more than I had.
Maybe his implant was reacting strangely, unable to determine if Galm was alive or dead. In a blurred state he could vaguely hear the Templar say something about his own voices. These blasted implants will drive us all mad. If he had gone in with his suit on he would have a terminate button and just jump out of this clone instead of bleeding out on some (admittedly comfortable) piece of Amarr furniture.
Are you even paying attention right now boy!?
Nah, the knife in my gut makes things a bit hard to focus on. I think he might have cut something important.
Everything went by in flashes. One moment he was clutching a pistol. He felt the cold metal on his trigger finger. The next instant, he was sprawled, looking out at a group of Caldari gathering in the Emissary. He took note of them. They were... Looking for him? What spirit had thought this up and put it into motion? He convulsed a few more times, and found himself alone for some time, slowly fading out.
There are better ways to reclame your honor.
Tano haki fuzasen.
Stop using that filthy language, you are better educated than that. Leave that tongue to steelworkers and farmers.
Galm had a lengthy talk with his father, attempting to sort out the riddles of the universe, convening on what he had done with his life and playing simple work games silently in his head as the nanites worked their way through his veins. They began to recollect together what the Amarr had said to him
Don't be so eager to die. The new wars are for hearts and minds.
Right... Right... Okay, not dying here. Not yet. I like this clone's hair, and I am not leaving your jacket here.
Comically, Galm rolls himself onto his feet. He presses his finders to his own chest. The bleeding had ruined his shirt, but the nanites had kept him alive. Instantly he turned to the Templar, stumbling over himself with more energy than he should be expending right now.
"Caldari. Soldiers. Came in here? Where go?... Actually, no, glass of water, then tell me? Oh... Sorry I made a mess of your floor...."
Or am I? Were these the guys that stabbed me?
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Dad?
...
Right then.... |
Galm Fae
BetaMax Beta
CRONOS.
25
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Posted - 2013.07.22 04:10:00 -
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"Rikaato," he says with a smug sense of pride as he shoots back the two pills before quaffing down the glass of water.
He wipes his lips with his blood-soaked sleeve, leaving a streak of red across his cheek. He looks at his empty glass, as if expecting it to replenish on its own. After fully assessing that it was in fact empty, he places the cool glass to his forehead and shuts his eyes as he tries to calm his thinking.
No, the other Templar left. This one... He helped me. Why did he help me?
Eventually he sets down his glass and faces the soldier, rubbing his should awkwardly, taking care not to ruin his Legion patch.
"I can pay for that sofa by the way. I'll make sure to wire you the ISK..."
All of a sudden he felt ashamed and humbled to be before the man. He had just saved his life... Granted, that didn't mean much to us mercenaries. But still... What if it did? Even if he were mortal, this Amarr would have worked to save his life.
"You... You saved me. You and the other Templar. Why did you do that? What do you want from me? What, were you going to torture me? Not every day you catch a cloner without his armor. You could have kept me alive just to make my suffering last."
His breathing increases heavily as a mix of confusion, panic, and an odd sense of gratefulness washes over him.
"Rukkuone haki, that isn't fair of me. Forgive me, please. I never expected your kind to... Forget it."
He leans his head back and sniffles slightly, trying to calm down. |
Galm Fae
BetaMax Beta
CRONOS.
25
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Posted - 2013.07.22 07:47:00 -
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For the first time, Galm finds himself speaking not to an Amarr, an Intaki, or a Caldari... He is speaking to a fellow human. The concept, while self-evident, seems alien and unsettling to him. The man before him was no drone to an Empress, but a proud individual who chose his own way of life and would not wish to see it any different.
Galm and Maikyl... They weren't so different.
We are both soldiers. We are both human. We are fundamentally the same.
The thought sat in Galm's stomach like a block of ice.
"I appreciate all of your help. Really, I do."
He checks his own wounds over again. If he could make it back to his quarters, he could access his logistical supplies and try to make things seal up a bit... Smoother? No, that wasn't quite the term he was looking for. He pats himself down as he addresses Maikyl.
"Look, frankly I doubt that your god would even want to speak with me. If we really are to be judged, spare me the wait. I am already damned."
He sniffles again before looking at his boots. For a moment or two, he ponders the prospect.
The Winds have always guided me. With that, what else am I to do but just... Go where the wind takes me?
"However," he begins begrudgingly, "If it will fulfill the debt I owe you in any way, then please, lead the way Templar."
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