((It's based on the notion of the IGS as a physical place, somewhere, rather than a Galnet forum.))

((It's based on the notion of the IGS as a physical place, somewhere, rather than a Galnet forum.))

((Exactly this. Check out the PIE Emissary thread to get a general idea of how it works. If you want to open a room in the IGS, start a new thread and see what people enter. This one will be more for actions taken outside of the rooms.))

Denak was seen exiting the Second Hex Club, carrying a barely standing security guard and trying to keep him in balance and walking. Upon noticing Kador and Satja still standing outside the club, he decides to walk up to them, since the route to the medical facility was on the way.

"You two okay?" he asks as he continues walking the security guard carefully, keeping his wounded arm pressed high against his chest from a makeshift splint.

"I'm okay" Staja's voice is quiet and shakey but genuinely startled as Denak leaves the Second Hex Club. She looks pale, but for the slight blush in her cheeks, perhaps embarrassment, or perhaps the heat of the moment.

She looks to Kador, he is standing there with a half concerned, half incensed.

"How is he Denak?" Asks the Templar. " is everything resolved?" there is a slight sharpness to the last part, looking at him you can see rage behind his normally calm features.

"That's good, I'm glad you two are fine." he replies, as he continued escorting the injured man to the medical facility, gesturing Kador and Satja to follow him. "And he is fine, in great amount of pain because of the wound, but still conscious." he replies in a calm tone to Kador's sharp tone and furious look. He did not comment on Kador's behavior though, instead focusing on just carrying the injured man, calming him down occasionally.

"Denak where are we going? Is there a physician nearby we can see? If all else fails I saw Metsar on the station earlier this evening, I am sure he has the facilities to take care of the man if all else fails....and at some point I need to get her"

He nods to the mortal woman, now matching his pace, almost shyly clinging to his side.

'... back some place safe. Who the hell knows what could happened next here with these.... unstable clones about. I only have one chance with this...."

He cuts off abruptly thinking twice about bringing up her mortality again in the company of the two men.

Denak was trying to move as fast as he could while dragging along a barely conscious man, each step resulting in a small puff from him, the security guard seemed quite heavy.

"There's a medical facility just around the corner, they can treat him with the concussion and stab wound." he explains, he knew the facility quite well and most of the services it provided, since he was working as the security chief after all. As they cleared the corner in question and waded through the crowds of people minding their own businesses, the medical facility was seen at the end of the hallway.

When Kador started talking about Satja and getting her someplace safe, he quickly caught up on what was going on. Satja was obviously not immortal, why would Kador be so protective and concerned over her health if she was immortal? He remained quiet about mentioning it though, instead continuing to make his way towards the medical facility.

"My emissary could be used to keep Satja safe, or the PIE emissary as well. There's also the shuttlepad and cloning facilities if you want to leave the facility entirely." he suggests to the two as they reached the end of the hallway, medical staff already waiting for them. The staff quickly took hold of the wounded security guard, escorting him inside to start treating his injuries.

Again Kador nods at Denak's suggestions, they were sound and logical, he needed to calm down.

"Of course, the Emissary is the best place" he said calmly, belying the worry he felt. All he could think about were those solid doors, and that convenient shuttle port.

After the injured man was taken by the medical staff, he looked down his own outfit, his sleeves and hem had a large bloodstain from treating the wound.

"So, to the PIE Emissary?" He asks, while trying to wipe off some of the blood from hos clothing.

Xander gets off the shuttle in his new leisure clone. He has brown hair, a small beard, and blue-green eyes. He is wearing a maroon shirt with the design of a Rifter on the front. As he walks by he notices the large number of people outside the Second Hex club wondering who was involved. He works his way through the crowd looking for his friend and finally find him off in a corner. Xander asks him if he is okay and begins talking to him.


((Xander read about the Second hex club event from a friend who was one of the civilians, but the friend didn't know who all you are. The excuse for my absence is the clone hadn't grown hair yet. Really, it is because so many midterms to study for.))

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Xander turns around in surprise, he hadn't heard her come over. "Oh, hi there," he said, "I didn't see you come over. You said you were looking for someone correct? I'm sorry, but I was a little to focused on finding my friend here," he gestures toward his friend who is now walking off, "to notice anyone fitting that description. Though, if you give me your name I could tell her you are looking for her if I see her later."

"Well not now that I lost my take-out." She calmly whines and chucks the box in a nearby trashcan, standing back up and looking at Denak.

"Sorry about that-"

"I'm guessing that's not yours" She says in a mutter to Denak, pointing at the stained blood on his clothes.

Denak looks at the dark blotch of blood on his clothing, sighing and trying to rub it away a little. "I thought I had cleaned it..." he mutters to himself, before looking up at Maximis and speaking: "An accident in a bar. It's a long story."

"Hope that cleans out, I know there's a laundry mat nearby, it usually is packed with singal civi scrawny men...but I think it's okay." She gives a pleasant smile and looks over to the Derringer Defenses holographic sign beaming in the hallway.

"I know the services here, thanks anyway." He replies, bowing vis head briefly before looking at the sign Maximia was looking at. "Need to head somewhere? I don't want to hold you from any meetings."

"Hmmm," She stares at the sign a little more before looking at Denak, "I guess I do...I never got your name though."

She extends her hand outward, slightly tanned peach skin with an iron grip coiling underneath, but a soft handshake none the less.

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....?"

*the Gallentean steadily walks into the hall, admiring the structural style and golden color*

"oh my mistake, I haven't introduced myself yet, you can call me Doniken Vokera"

"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?"

*amused by the trouble the amarrian had with his name (this is not the 1st time its happened) he looked curious at the hall's shining interior*

"well, id like to start from the beginning... I would like to know the history of the amarrian religion"

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))

" I am fully aware of both your empires encounters with the minmitar and the legendary jove. do not worry about whether or not slavery or reclaiming is what it truly is, I am here with an open mind free of prejudice. tell me.. did your people kill off or assimilate the Udorians?"

"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."

"well I do know that all 4 of the empires started out in very different ways.. but im curious, what is the specific view of the minmitar republic and caldari state? as evidence of the matari girl a moment ago, you do not keep people in chains or bounds, so how did you find her or did she find you?"

*he stops for a moment*

"I apologize for these questions, this conversation is probably going to get hard to follow"

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."

*feeling confused at both the amarrians last statements*

"you feel no guilt when you see them in pain? if she is a friend, why not free her.. make her a free citizen?"

"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."

*in a serious tone, perhaps remembering all the battle he had fought to discover pitiful refugee camps of all 4 races throughout the cluster, and the memory of someone he knew long ago*

"i personally don't see a holder as strong or proud, if they were strong, they would show mercy and kindness in the presence of your lord.. i do believe that in order for one to be strong, one must show mercy when mercy calls to you.. from one immortal to another.. why do you not have her be implanted with the clone implant like we are? unless she fears life that much"

"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

"i do apologize, i have to remember that i am not in the federation anymore.. on another note... you just said that , does that mean you cannot chose the correct path either, even though you serve your empire without question?"

"In a sense yes" he said with a thoughtful tone, he directed his attentions to the scars on the mans face. " I personally cannot, I would not dare assume to be so wise or all knowing as that. All I do is follow the words of our prophets, those blessed by God himself to bring his word to us beneath the heavens. That is what I believe is right and just."


*the amarrians words intrigued Doniken*

*noticing the amarrians attention to his battle scars*

"iv been through more wars than i can count, im sure you have too.... i was made into a soldier at the age of 18.. little did i know what the mercenary life would give to me... even though our bodies are temporary and just clones, i chose to keep the scars on my face after some very important battles in my life as a reminder of what life is... to bleed, to feel pain, to have something permanent that would not heal over time... i guess its my own way of reminding myself that even though i am immortal, i am still human"

*Doniken hesitates thinking back to that day when his life changed forever*

"whats your story amarrian?"

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."

*Doniken notices the amarrians nervousness of his missing friend*

"i think we can agree on one thing, it is a joy to kill our once friends turned traitors"

"might we have some refreshments? the flight from Adacyne IV to here was not a pleasant one..."

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."

*waving to the amarrian*

" thanks for the directions, il see you again soon"

((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."

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.

*Doniken looks steadily at the girl next to aero*

"whatever your name is, I apologize for not knowing it so I can great you properly.. however I do have one thing to say.... it is truly a rare thing in this galaxy to find real companionship whether is be friendship, marriage, or anything else.. count yourself lucky that you have an immortal who thinks so highly of you as his close friend... and I apologize if I scared you before"

"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.

*Doniken places his right hand on the left side of his chest and bows his head*

"Satja... that's perfectly understandable, if you have never been to the federation yourself, it doesn't surprise me how much you hate my race. in fact, before i came here, i hand the mind of the minmitar republic towards your empire, but i have shed those prejudices and biased judgments in hopes of gathering knowledge on all the cultures this galaxy has to offer. and i do hope you find my presence to be tolerable in the future if i am ever here again."

"and please, call me Doniken."

Niina sits on a bench in the hallways. Despite the bustle around her, she is overtaken with an overwhelming feeling that she is woefully alone on this station. She crosses her legs and leans back a bit, watching the soldiers around her going about their daily routines. Some of the people who called this place home... Ancestors choke, they looked less humans and more like walking weapons bred for combat.

"Well' Mwaxi, where's ya' been?" He says in an "Elmer Fud" voice.

*Doniken walks out of the library, notices the image the caldari girl had on her neocom, it was of the soldier he had talked to a day earlier.*

"could she be this niina person he was talking about?" he thought to himself

*Doniken walks over to her*

"hi, my name is Doniken Vokera, are you by any chance, Niina?"

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!))

((HAHAHAHAHA YOUR REACTION IS PRICELESS)) ((i did it because i did not want her or her lover to go through loss of each other))

((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.....))

((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."

"C'mon...you still got the stain on your face." She puts her hand on Demel's hip and walks towards the office.

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. "

*Doniken laughs a little*

"only if you know the relations of faction warfare"

"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."