Aero Yassavi
PIE Inc.
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2013.07.18 03:55:00 -
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Aero Yassavi enters the Cathedral, his armor heavily scratched and dented throughout. It is usually custom to enter the Cathedral in a respectable attire, but to Crusader Yassavi it would be disrespectful to hide why he comes here. He just returned to the summit from deployment on the battlefield, and by now it has become habit for him to immediately report to the Cathedral afterwards to seek the Lord and cleanse his mind from the horrors of battle - the ear-scratching screams of the wounded, the sound of flesh shredding and falling to the floor, the crackling of tank treads trawling across the dust, the thunk of impact by speeding vehicles, all muted by the ringing aura of a nearby explosion briefly followed by the torment of your conscious mercilessly draining from your body and reawakening in complete darkness. He is thankful the helmets shield the gut-wrenching expressions on the faces that lay in the dirt as they disintegrate.
He never wanted war or violence, but knows it is the will of the Lord and the hardship he must endure to become closer to Him. Here at the Cathedral, by embracing what he has become, he is able to channel those hardships into strength for his faith.
Stepping into one of the rounded enclaves in the wall, Yassavi kneels and prays. The Melody of God is heard in the background and within his very soul. Deep in mediation, he envisions the cathedral on his home planet of Sarum Prime V. Despite its location in one of the most significant systems in imperial space, the cathedral stood no comparison to the elegance of the one he resides in now. Sarum Prime V is stormy planet, mildly populated in comparison to it's neighbors Sarum Prime II and Mekhios, where he would spend his later years. The skies were covered in thick clouds blocking the sun, the only light coming from the thunderous strikes of lightning that illuminated the atmosphere for hours on end. In many ways the anguish of battle reminds him of this world, perhaps explaining why he is always brought there in meditation. By no means does this make him unstable, rather it brings peace and comfort to his recollections of war.
Aero Yassavi remains kneeled in the enclave, in deafening motionlessness. |