As Kador exits out into the hallways with Satja trailing at his shoulder, he notices the Gallentean exit the Emmisary. He slows his pace, feeling oddly claustrophobic as the scarred man comes to stand at his other shoulder, and as Satja, presses closer against his arm.

She was nervous he could tell. Though she tried to hide it she was paler than usual, perhaps she was becoming afraid of immortals, though to him that seemed unlikely, she had spent her entire life around his kind. Perhaps it was the scars, or the mans implacable youth.

Either way this did not surprise or phase the Templar. He had years on the boy-clone.

"If you follow me we shall reach the Library in about five minutes, the Cathedral is only a couple of doors down, it is all automated though, the Library not the Cathedral. You might even find Templar Twelve there."

He paused, clearing his throat, then whispered a few words to Satja, who brightened, nodded several times, then darted off down the corridor back towards the Emmisary.

" It seems I forgot my Neocom...bad business to lose that you know. In anycase what can I do to sate your curiousity Mr....?"

"Doniken Vokera" the Templar says, rolling the foreign name around in his mouth, Gallentean names every so hard to pronounce, even despite the translator unit he wore.

"Then Mr Vokera what would you have me tell you of our Empire?"

The Templar scratched his head, his grasp of the histories was adequate, but not hugely deep. He took a deep breath and began to talk.

"Much of what I know stems from very old transcripts that I read as a boy on Mehkios. Suffice to say a very long time ago, some thousand years ago our people wandered the deserts of Old Athra as a nomadic peoples, but we were not the only people to reside on Athra. The Udorians were a powerful people who drove us from the mainlands to an Island we named Amarr. Here the beginnings of our formal faith could be seen, though we had always been a spiritual people.
At some point in our histories we began to fight once again with the Udorians, this time defeating them, in seeing them down fallen we began what you might call the first Reclaiming of Humanity, though to your kind you might call it the origins of Slavery."

He spat out that word as if it was inelegant.

"From there we claimed dominance over our planet, subjugating the peoples of it, and inducting them slowly into the the burgeoning empire. It was only a matter of time we reached the stars and set out to new planets, conquering new peoples, and teaching them the word of God. It was our belief that we were under the divine auspices of God Himself to Reclaim the lost peoples and planets in the name of Mankind, and unify the peoples of New Eden. First the Khanid, then the Ni Kunni, and half a dozen peoples fell to and were absorbed by the Empire. In more recent histories our people came into contact with the Minmatar....and such it....text book history."

He stumbled at the end.

" I do not explain it well with my word. Perhaps when we reach the libraries you may read of our histories."
((Pending a lore check, will update with more concrete and important info))

"Enslaved them by the accounts I am familiar with. They were numerous, far out numbering the Amarr of the time. Such was a necessity, or perhaps a divine sign of what we Amarr were meant to do. I suppose it depends how you look up it."

The Templar shrugs, not sure really how to answer the question.

"I suppose, from my perspective, and no doubt you will find other views amongst my kind, as certain as we are all God's children, I see them as our lost people in revolt. They are like children, so new to the galaxy, so angry and bitter at what they saw as slavery, but what we sought to do as their spiritual enlightenment."

He stopped for a moment, glanced back towards the halls leading to the Emmisary, he had to cause to suspect Satja had even returned there yet, though he was beginning to be concerned at her absence.

Calm down you fool, he berated himself internally, its only been a few minutes, the Summit is safe.

"As for the Caldari I greatly respect them, I do pity their lack of spirituality, though I find it admirable that the Achura hold true to their ways, the Raata, Way of the Winds as well are codes I can understand."

As the pair reached a four way junction Kador indicated they were taking the left hand corridor.

" And you are right. We do not keep our people in chains. That is not our way. We would take care of them like a parent cares for a child, they too are the chosen children of God, they just do not know it yet. Something we do to maintain control we do out of necessity, not malice or cruelty.... Satja is a servant to me, but also a friend."

"Guilt? Perhaps I do, though the say with the slaves is not my own. I must admit I do not think myself strong enough to be charged with the responsibility to the rehabilitation of their souls, that is damning upon he who is a Holder, and though he does in sacred duty, I do not suppose it is an easy one. I believe we can achieve a lasting peace with the Matari through non combatiue means, but all the same, becoming closer to God is not easy, something's must be endured."

At the mention of Satja he bristled, but instead busied himself with straightening the folds in his doublet.

"As for my servant, it once again is not my choice to make, though I doubt she would let me free her any way. She has this notion in her head that she must somehow better serve the Empire. She mentioned once that she wanted to fight.... but I quickly dispelled that notion. Perhaps if I tried to free her she would think me pitying her, which neither serves my purpose nor hers. For now we are bound to one another, which to tell truth is something that makes me happy."

"This is a mercy!" Kador hisses back that the Galletean, which more venom than he had intended. "It is not kindness to abandon them to damnation, truly it is not, some must be guided if they are to have their souls saved."

He takes a deep breath trying to relax, he can feel it in him, the fire that only the faith could bring, the absolute certainty of his cause, and the armour that kept doubt at bay.

"I am sorry... it is hard to explain, to make non believers understand. Especially Gallenteans. They, and I hope you will pardon me in saying, have these notions about what is right and wrong.... it is folly to assume humans can determine the correct path, it brings questions, some heretical in nature, which is why I put no stock in them."

it is folly to assume humans can determine the correct path

Kador chuckled at the question.

"Its too long to recount here in the hall of the Summit, and not really the place. Suffice it to say I have fought every kind of heathen scum this galaxy has to offer, and survived the Blood Raider assault on Iesa III, fought at the Siege of Raa, and hunted my traitorous brothers to their Nation infested covens."

The Templar shook his head.

"It was a duty I had to my forebears. They disgraced us. I shall never forgive nor forget their treachery."

His eyes are dark at the mere mention of the renegades, a slight haunted expression on his face.

"What Arynn and the rest of them had become at the end there was......"


He shakes it off. Memories flying from him. With a broken smile he announces.

"We are here. This is the Praetoriate Library. Be mindful of your manners with Templar Twelve, his is a man of great deed and worthy of your respect. He shall sate your curiosity. Should you desire it after your lessons to visit the Cathedral, it is just down that hall."

Kador bowed low.

"I suppose I shall see you around the Summit, until next time" he said politely> "Perhaps then we shall swap tales."

((That was the most reasonable conversation we have ever had....))

Overhearing the conversation, Aero heads their way before they depart. He places his hand on Kador's shoulder and looking at Void Echo proclaimed,

"We Amarrians do not take any joy in killing. Be it a traitor or just one clone of an immortal, all life is sacred and violence is a most unfortunate yet necessary evil. Many hours have I spent in the chapels repenting for all the lives I have taken to defend what our faith. That is also a shared perspective among the Gallente, or at least within their doctrine."

Satja dashed down the corridor, cradled under her arm is the Neocom unit Kador has asked her for. She was glad he had relieved her of having to be in the presence of the Gallentean. Though she was sure he was not a bad person, she never had trusted immortals she did not know.

As she rounded the corner her heart sank as she saw Gallentean still with he master, though a second later her heart fluttered as she noted Aero. There was something about him that always did that, though she couldn't be sure exactly what.

She approached the trio swiftly.

As she did she heard her master speak, he had n.

"Killing is a sin.....and never one I could truly live with. It is only through the Lord's endless love for all his creations, as damned and broken as I am, and the comradery of my brothers in arms, as well as Satja's companionship that I can deal with such things in good consciousness."

With those words her heart skipped beat, breathless, and slowly reddening as the blood rushed to her face, she tooka deep breath trying to calm herself.

"Kador" she squeaked, an embarrassingly high tone. "The Neocom you needed."

Then bowed low to Aero.

"Godsgrace upon you Templar".

She took her place at Kadors should, right next to where Aero's hand was.

Her master looked utterly shocked, his skin was pale, but there was blood in the cheeks, she was sure he had not meant to say so much in her presence.

Still, she consider, this was a good thing, it was good to know how he truly felt.

"It is Satja, sir, Satja Askarin of the Vhreikior, and now of the Amarr." She stuttered. Busied herself with on of Kador's favourite habits, brushing the ruffles out of her roughspun tunic. "It is nothing like that sir, I just....am wary of you... I mean Gallentean.., uh your people, sir."

She flushed a shade of red that darkened her face.

"And I thank you. He has been a kind master, and a good and gentle man." She added hurriedly.

Good God get a hold of yourself girl, she said internally, these are immortals. Do not disgrace yourself, you are better than this.

With that thought in her mind she handed Kador the Neocom as elegantly as she could, then took a resolute, but respectful stance at her masters shoulder, inwardly grinning at his admittance that he found her companionship as enjoyable as she found his.

Niina shakes her head awkwardly. It takes a moment before she decides to speak.

"I... Believe I should thank you. Galm told me about you. He said that you were the one that put him in contact with the men who made me an immortal."

Niina bites down on her tongue until she starts to taste blood.

Not like I had much of a choice.

(( YOU EVIL ****** VOID HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO SATJA's ONLY MORTAL FRIEND!))

((Face palms but then you cut off so many potential story options, I have so much delicious sadness planned for this poor bastard, I'm just glad I'm not him....wait.....))

((I actually had, like, three different ideas of how to kill off Niina too. BTW, even though I made her my alt I have literally NEVER made her fight, and I never will. She's used specifically for the logistical end of running businesses and is passively funded by Galm.))

"Yes, thank you for that by the way. While it is only a minor inconvenience now, death is something I try to avoid at every available opportunity. I'm just not cut out to be a soldier I suppose."

She looks off pensively.

"Have you ever seen Galm fight? That boy has had his entire life to hone his skills. The videos I see of him when he's on the battlefield... Spirits, sometimes I wonder if he's even the same person when bullets start flying. I'd never hope to keep up with soldiers like him."

A sadness passes over her as she lets out a halfhearted sigh.

"I had completely different reasons for choosing immortality."

Niina shakes her head.

"Not Galm. He's different. I know you probably think I have some sort of biased, but you need to understand. It isn't about skill with him, it's about ferocity. He will just throw himself at **** without any personal regard for his own safety. He'll run at lines of tanks with a... Godsdamn assault rifle!"

Just the thought of her protector dying over and over again in vein is enough to upset her.

"I don't know what the Dragonaurs did to him, but when he fights it's like he isn't even human anymore. It gets hard... Watching him do that to himself over and over again."

She calms down, feeling defeated.

"I'm not weak. I don't want to be treated like I'm weak. But it makes you feel helpless when your friend rips fools asunder for a living and all you can do is push some papers. "

"Just making sure. I was advised avoid certain individuals while staying in the Summit. I have no idea who to avoid without a face to match with em. I'm told to stay clear of some fool named Aztec until Galm can make his way back."

She looks around worried.

"Thanks for all the help soldier. I think I'll go find something to occupy my time for a bit."