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Re: [TGI] "Song of Myself" (Story)

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Inysa is not online. Inysa
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03 Mar 2013 09:14 PM
Well, before anything, if you haven’t read Dirge of All, you should.
http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=90425046

So. I suppose the first thing to explain is why it only says “Story” rather than “Part I” or whatever. Well, that’s for simplicity’s sake. I tried doing each part in it’s own thread, but keeping track of them all and trying to consolidate them under one thread now and again was more tedious than I want to deal with. This is meant to be a side-thing, not a primary devotion. By keeping it all under one thread, It will be one hell of a lot easier for me, for anyone trying to read it, and will get more
attention.

Now. I still want people to request to be in it. TGI/TAG will hold precedent for obvious reasons. But requesting will NOT guarantee you a place, nor will it guarantee you a lot of time. Dirge of All I really changed things to include people, completely ruining the original idea of it. Some groups may hold higher precedent over others, as well (USSF low, and VAK may be higher for example).

Story-wise, two years have passed since the end of Dirge of All let’s say. Glory of
pseudo-canon.

And it was also now released that New Alexandria is NOT on Arcadia… I don’t see who decided that, really, but I can’t change it. However, as I said, this is pseudo-canon as is. I will continue to say New Alexandria is on Arcadia, merely not to contradict myself. But I needed to say that.
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[PREVIEW]
“Dreams”

People cling to things that they believe in. They create thoughts that may make no sense to anyone around them, but nonetheless, they persevere with them. These ideas may come to be the base of whole philosophies, to drive people to betray friends and family, to break down walls and nations. These thoughts are ‘dreams’. Not the fantasies brought on by sleep, but your purpose. Your reason, what you aspire to. Your heart.

Everyone has a dream, right? Even the soldiers of Arcadia have dreams. To receive the highest honour possible, to bring glory to the Imperium, to die in the line of service… Often that’s what we think of. And I would love to have that. But I simply can’t bring myself to form anything. It’s not that I don’t care. It isn’t that I wouldn’t be willing to die if it comes to that. But I refuse to lie to myself about it. I have no dream. I would almost say “To kill my brother”, but he’s probably dead. Shiva collapsed a year ago. And before that, I did sort of hack off his arm and leave him to a melee with a mass of Arcadian soldiers attacking his group of men.
So if I have no dream, in turn, does that mean I have no purpose? That I’m simply another evanescent soul, living the tragedy that we all call life? These thoughts for a while plagued me. I would wake up screaming out of the helplessness of it all, unable to let go of my wonder. People think having to ask yourself “Who am I” is terrible. Each and every day, I used to have to think “WHY am I”. But I moved on. I let it go. Maybe I am just one of the millions. Should it matter? I think not. I will live
my life. And I’ll be satisfied with it.

I swung my legs as I sat on top of the white stone monument in the park of the Imperial District in New Alexandria. A sleek tower, it was steeply sloped, eventually stopping at a flat top with a staue of an armoured figure holding a sword. At the base was a quote from the Oath, “We are the empire’s swords, the living armour of the Imperium”. A reminder to all that we were. We were meant to fight. We were meant to die. But most of all, we were to protect what was ours.
Someone climbed up behind me, after nearly twenty minutes of waiting. I didn’t need to turn my head. He panted for a moment loudly, after failing to climb up so many times, and moved to sit next to me as he collected himself. To get up, you had to try to run up and jump with each step, keeping your balance to prevent you from falling backwards. Probably to your death. He simply was very careful… though that didn’t meant he was able.

“Why,” Seraphis Farsight said between breaths, “Do you always choose the most asinine places to be?”

I shrugged. “It amuses me to see you suffer. I guess. Or something.”

He grumbled something under his breath, and gave a final exhale. For a while, we simply sat there. The percussion of the water was as melancholy as always, flowing in and out for all eternity. Every blow of the wind would push the retreating waves forward again, to clash against the stone, and fall back again. I came to get very used to it in my time here, now as familiar as my heartbeat. As for Seraphis’ thoughts on it, I didn’t know. We were both from Paragon. He had actually lived on the same isle as I had, in a town a small trek north. It wasn’t exactly a surprise that we had ended up becoming acquainted. Seraphis was a disturbingly competent soldier, who had impressed everyone with his ability and readiness to plunge into things at only a single word from his superiors. Whereas I… well, I was, sure, but I
wasn’t really as easy to be around.

Seraphis took off the black fedora that always rested on his head, and ran his fingers through his buzzed black hair. Grey had already began to touch his roots at such a young age. He thought too much about what he did. The stress must be terrible. He sighed. “Notice anything new?” he asked, making me look over.

I raised a brow. “Commissar?”

“Mmm.”

“So soon?”

“I’m magic.” He looked at me, squinting. “Inysa, tell me you didn’t sleep wherever you dropped again.”

“I didn’t sleep wherever I dropped again, oh great sir.”

His expression darkened. “Honestly, Inysa.”

I sighed, looking back out over the city. “I hate being crowded. You know that.”

“Inysa, that doesn’t mean you sleep on the damn streets. The barracks exist for a reason. You’re not some street urchin.”

“I just can’t stand those people, Sera. Besides, most of them are men, and I don’t quite enjoy the thought of becoming the fantasy of that many people.”

He growled silently. He did that rather often, actually. He’s very overprotective. Being away from his family and such, I suppose I’ve become the temporary replacement to that. Temporary… “If any of them try to-“

“I would not only create a hollow spot in their skull, but I would blow off whatever part of them they try to put at me and shove it down their throat.”

“You scare me more than the bloody thought of being near the Vaktovians, honestly,” he said passively.

“The Vaktovians?”

His eyes widened, telling me he didn’t have any intention to actually sat that. “Damnit,” he muttered to himself. “No point in denying it… I’m being deployed to the Vaktovian Line.”

For the first time in ages, I felt my heart sink. Arcadia and Vaktovia had very strict views of one another. Nothing crosses the line. Crossing the line is an act of war, and will result in a battle that likely wouldn’t end until one was destroyed. The Vaktovian Empire was a psychotic group of more drones than men, all devoted beyond reason to the words of their Emperor and their nation. They don’t just conquer, they battle races to extinction. They were merciless. Some would say they’re evil. I personally didn’t care. However, that didn’t stop a mass of troops from constantly being stationed on the edge of Arcadian space. And naturally, that’s where he was going.

I swear an hour passed in silence. I bowed my head, trying to ease my thoughts. “Do you need to?”

“Not exactly a choice.”

“Can’t you request to be changed?”

“Yes, but that would look bad.”
Bloody Seraphis… Always concerned about his service. About what he looked like. That really was his life. He didn’t seem to have anything else that he held close. I swallowed. I really hated being put in this position. “And… Would you do it for me?”

His face darkened again, obviously not happy about being put in the position I had. But I wouldn’t take it back. I couldn’t. “Inysa… I’m sorry… I can’t-“

“No, bloody fine, whatever. Go off. Die for your bloody cause. See if I care.”

“Inysa, don’t be like that, bloody listen to me…”

He probably said more. He probably would have justified it, somehow. He would have calmed me. But I really didn’t want to be calm. I wanted to be angry at him. I couldn’t just let him do something that… asinine, and be fine with it. I slid down the rock pillar, trying to hide the fact from not just him but myself, that I was terrified. I didn’t want to lose him. I didn’t want to suddenly be left with nothing and be alone again.
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Josh6906 is not online. Josh6906
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03 Mar 2013 09:18 PM
Awesome :D
Will I still be in this series? And what happened to the guy I started to torture, Vana?
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03 Mar 2013 09:25 PM
Vaktovian line? Ooooh, any action on the front against Vaktovians (if any) would need to be spearheaded by none other than Michal Audax. :3

Just a suggestion. I'd like to see how others would write of my own persona.

~TGIndestructable~
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Inysa is not online. Inysa
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03 Mar 2013 09:30 PM
Anyone who was in Dirge of all can be used again, but send a PM. You don't need to have all the details unless you want a change. New people, still rank, name, and personality, and if not TGI group. And again, in a PM. I wrote this in a hurry. I'm going inactive for two weeks for surgery and recovery, hence, preview.

So... Yea. Bring some eyes here while Im gone.

I'll be around for a few more minutes though I guess.
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Dreizehn is not online. Dreizehn
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03 Mar 2013 09:38 PM
I laughed a couple of times. Thank you for writing more.
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03 Mar 2013 09:45 PM
I find this story a nice read. I'm glad you described the Vaktovians as merciless, rather than hated for no reason at all.

I do intend to read more. You are a talented writer.

Horseradish is not an instrument either
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BoostPowah is not online. BoostPowah
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03 Mar 2013 09:46 PM
The Vaktovians won't be the only merciless ones later in this story, I hope.

~TGIndestructable~
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Tesana is not online. Tesana
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03 Mar 2013 10:32 PM
What fun... Well done, really.
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jiaan is not online. jiaan
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04 Mar 2013 04:50 PM
So this gets little attention... but goats do...?
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codyxxxxc is not online. codyxxxxc
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04 Mar 2013 04:55 PM
I refuse to read all of that
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momo113 is not online. momo113
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04 Mar 2013 05:01 PM
I really enjoy reading these. Nicely put stories.
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Tesana is not online. Tesana
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05 Mar 2013 07:37 PM
I'm sorry, but this deserves a bump. Partially because it's nice knowing I'm not the only person who actually writes clan crap.
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05 Mar 2013 07:45 PM
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Tesana is not online. Tesana
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05 Mar 2013 08:47 PM
The parts are coming out rather slow... Why exactly is it taking so long?
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jiaan is not online. jiaan
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05 Mar 2013 09:46 PM
Tesana, you wrote OSE things right? Like 5 of them?

So... How many did you not finish? Oh right, 5.

And the dates between parts sometimes was up to a week... Hmm, I sense problems within you.
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Inysa is not online. Inysa
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07 Mar 2013 04:16 PM
Able to see sooner than was expected. I don't feel like adding to this today, however, maybe tomorrow.

I think the universe decided it would be funny to have that done, just becuase I wrote these damn stories. Just because I made 'me' blind. I swear it to my grave.

Well played, universe.
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08 Mar 2013 11:23 AM
[PART I]
"Never say goodbye"
Six weeks later...


I hate spacecraft.

I know people will mock me for that, not least of all the tech blokes. They're perfectly safe, they'd say. But honestly. You get trapped in a metal monster, with the only song played by it the light hum of the engine. And that isn't eurythmic. Completely heartless... Then theres just ITS NOT NATURAL TO FLY THROUGH SPACE. Do you know what space is? It's NOTHING. Literally, nothing. No air, land, water. No physical matter. A vaccum. All that seperates me and that vaccum of certain death is a wall of metal around the ship. How many species naturally were born in a void? None. All come from planets, where they are meant to be. It goes against everything (Though I actually like taking a crap on nature...).

After being promoted to Legionnaire, that somewhat brough a few eyes on me. It gave me a moment where, if I wanted, I could ask something and maybe get it done. That's why I was riding in this monstrosity, to the most undesirable bit of realestate in the Grand Imperium. The godless Vaktovian Line. Motive? Well, I'm hopeless. It was Nathan, naturally. I tried staying mad after he told me he was leaving, but it really wasn't possible. Not because I shouldn't be mad- I'm just very difficult to make emotional.

I had been simply waiting around one of the large ports that sit around the Imperial District of New Alexandria. Large, flat, stone areas, the only things that broke your view was the occasional conrol bunkre and ship. I was standing near an older looking make of destroyer, fairly boxy and without any sort of signature shape to it. The rear had a crapload of engines on it, however, and there were even smaller engines on the sides, top and bottom facing away from the craft. I can't remember what the class was called, "Schtille" or something fake like that. What is was, though, really was irrelevant. All that mattered was the name on the side "Darkwind". The ship Nathan was apperantly to board.

Now I hate being in the sun, honestly. Look at me, I've got skin like bloody paper. I burn within minutes. Most of my skin I keep completely covered, most of which with the uniform coat, a pair of gloves, my hair and the cloth around my eye augmentation. Just my lower face was showing. Force of habit at this point is all. Nathan showed up somewhat late, of course, walking to the ship in no hurry even with me here. As he finally neared it, he tipped his fedora to me once. "Still pissed for reasons I don't quite understand?" he asked.

"Reasons you should... You know why I don't want you to leave, don't you?"

He nodded, waving his hand fluidly. "Yes, yes. Because you think I could die. So? We all die someday."

"Doesn't mean you need to run off to your death," I said, irritated.

"Oh, hush. I suppose by coming here you just want to see me off?" I nodded. "Well then, see you soon." He walked past, leaving me there confused for a moment.

"Oi, what the hell?" I called after, as he walked up the short ramp into the craft.

"What?" he replied.

"That's it? Nothing else? No saying goodb-"

"No, no, never. I guess you never were taught like this. Goodbye means an ending. It means that you won't see each other again, and you're accepting it. People don't understand what it means anymore, but I won't bloody let someone say it to me. What, do you think I'll die on a bloody standoff? We aren't at war with their Empire. What could happen? So listen, Inysa. Never, until the day you bloody die, should you say goodbye. Never say goodbye. Never."

The moment he finished speaking, he twirled back around and went into the ship, gone from my sight.

After that, I did try to just do whatever. But it was terribly monotonous. Alexandrian anarchists aren't exactly a challenge to kill. Casualties for us were rare with these skirmishes. Then there was the mindless training for nothing. That also drove me mad. Taking advantage of being promoted... Well, selfish, sure. But I don't care.

That's why I was now sitting alone in a bunk room, maybe twenty beds total against the two walls of the long, narrow room. Everyone else was out doing whatever. I didn't see much to do on a ship like this. Those petty fight club things (Which you're not supposed to talk about) aren't any fun. Even in... my old body? Old me? Not-me-old-me's body? Oh sod it, my old body, even in that it wasn't a challenge. My current one, or Tsema's... No no, mine. Anyway it was much more capable. There would be no fun in it.

I idly played with a violin, an instrument I had no idea what I was doing with. I know they can sound beautiful, however. So I'd teach myself. Maybe learn to play the Reqiuem of Lost Summer, like Rais never could. I had been figuring out the different fingers and such for a while now to the point if I played simple songs from memory slowly I could do it. But it wasn't really satisfying.

I sighed, bored once again. I put the instrument in it's primitive case and stood up. Boring boring boring. Most of these ships have a stasis kind of system, don't they? I suppose I'll ask for that. Why I hadn't before... well, I'm not very focused. Whatever gets me there faster. Because my GOD, I hate spacecraft.
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Inysa is not online. Inysa
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08 Mar 2013 11:24 AM
Oh dear... that was... short... I'll make up for it >.>
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09 Mar 2013 01:18 AM
[PART II]
"Welcome to Bleh"


Well, I will say one thing. I don't like stasis. It feels like nothing, one moment you're lying down, the next you're still lying down. Just the time is different. By a lot. Then you try and get up, and you quite literally feel like every limb in your body is coated in solid lead. As you try to stand you then vomited, even me. There were even grates worked into the floor to vomit into the grates on the sides of the pod-like bed. I only vomited once at least. Everyone else was spewing bile. And on that note, I felt like I quite easily could have eaten a complete cow on my own. Naturally only after I decided to whinge, they told me that every time you slept on a ship you were put into a lower-grade stasis. You simply get woken up to avoid... this. But in honesty it's better than dealing with all the crap of killing time.

Not only that, but only moments after waking up, I was being pushed out of the room with everyone else to get off the ship. Classy. Vaguely I wondered why my uniform didn't reek right now... And smelt slightly of wintergreen.

We left through a bay on the lowest level of the ship, this one devoted 100% to carrying tanks. They all stood pointing forward, their comically pointed tall cannons looking like an orderly village of huts. Huts on a driving base with a cannon coming out of it that would drive off to blow things to hell. But for now, just huts. Everyone was put out the large doors and into a large formation, some thirty people per row in front of a stage on top of a rock outcropping. The ground below was white and rocky, and the sky above was only a pathetic excuse of a sky. It was tinted blue to an embarrassing degree, letting the stars be seen even as the sun was at it's zenith. What a boring planet.

There were two men on the stage, one of whom's arms both went up into the air as if he was trying to grab hold of the sun. "Welcome, children!" he cried out, looking down on us. "You are now standing on the most BORING planet in the entire Imperium, officially known as "Maronkerith"! However within a day or so you will come to call it Bleh. Why? Because if you don't, I'll shoot you. Really!"

"Who in the hell is this guy," the young man beside me said, face invisible under a crimson cowl.

"So!" the officer shouted to us all, "Bleh is one of fourteen "Shield" planets that are completely devoid of civilian life, and are home to only a few military strongholds. Five fleets are kept spaced between these worlds, however scanners and telescopes on the planets themselves provide the main methods of surveillance. Your purpose is to be the first line of attack if we go to war with Vaktovia. I promise you if that happens, maybe... Oh, about 65% of you will die. Oh! Yes, me. I am Commandant Joshua Antagonist. Some of you may know me as 'that bastard who seems to never die no matter the situation he's put in, what a damn roach'. I embrace that tile fully. I don't die, because that wouldn't be classy. And I am certainly classy. I am currently rotated here in command of forces on Bleh, so lets be friends, yes?"

I could hear people starting to mutter in the crowd. The general idea of it was 'Oh my god, we are going to die. This man is insane and we are going to die. I think I left my radiator on at home, oh god, my electric bill is going to suck'. I could see the Commandant smile. I, an acute reader of lips saw him mouth "Oh goodie, example time" (The fact I had a zoom function in my augment helped). From under his jacket, he drew his officer's revolver, aimed it randomly into the crowd, and pulled the trigger. I heard someone cry out in pain and several people make sounds of surprise. The Commandant laughed, an odd series of of almost mewing sounds that sounded... disturbing.

"That, children, is what happens to people who break the rules. I mean, go-lly, didn't your mothers ever tell you it was rude to speak during a military rally in case you get shot to make an example? Mine didn't. If yours did I would be scared. That's a REALLY specific situation."

"Josh, please stop. You may scare them," the other officer said. His mouth was covered by an odd metallic contraption that had two little lever bits that went up and down a bit in sync. He had raggedy brown hair, curled slightly and at least a decimetre in length. I couldn't see his eyes from where I was, unfortunately. The eyes were the best way to get to know a person.

Antagonist sighed. "Oh, Mister A'cri. You are SUCH a killjoy."

"Mister?" A'cri asked, "Why that? Commissar you should say. To all of you lads below, my name is Commissar Braxus A'cri. Vice commandre here, which to make it simple means shut the hell up and listen."

Antagonist made a pouting face, bulging his lip out a bit. "Nerd. CHILDREN! Run free! Go explore Bleh! Wait, no, don't. Go exlore at max two kilometres in radius from this point! Learn what Bleh has to offer (ABSOLUTELY NOTHING)! Go forth and multiply! However I would prefer to not have any childbirths here, so please, ladies close your legs and men put it away. Or else I will find you. Well? Why are you still standing there like dolts? Go on, go, before I shoot more of you. DISMISSED, SCATTER, BLOW AWAY TO THE WINDS! GO. AWAY."

I rubbed my temples with my fingers, dreading what the future has to hold. I doubt Nathan was even on this planet. But nonetheless... Bound to come across him sooner or later. But those officers... Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear.

The mass of people was going towards a series of structures, all maybe two stories with columns around them supporting balcony like rooftops. From the mass of structures there were a few raised platforms, each holding a massive cannon-looking weapon with glowing gold streaks flowing down the barrel, pointed up towards the sky. I groaned. Having weapons shown blatantly like this... that didn't exactly make the little base seem interesting.

This may well be one of the most boring of any impressions I have ever gotten from a deployment... Oh, I do very much hope I come across Nathan soon.


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09 Mar 2013 01:34 PM
[PART III]
"The Line"


The lone figure was standing on a metal balcony, looking out over the horizon at the fledgling light of the sunset. The balcony was one of the few places on this mountain that alluded to what was inside it. The Luna fortress. The Sol, located in Lloyd City, had been destroyed. It was an underground base primarily under a factory that produced brass buttons, very easy to hide... but it seemed some idiots there got seen deploying troops from it. The Arcadian forces two years ago cleared it out and turned every inch of it to glass with explosives. And of course blew the entrance. The Luna was the only stronghold for Shiva on Paragon... And right now, the acting headquarters of what was left of Shiva.

The high command of the Military Order are known as "the Xa". There were three ranks of Xa; the Xa, the Aikxa, and the Omnexa respectively. The Xa were people who were part of Shiva itself, and had founded the order. One did not become a Xa, you were one or you never woul be. All of the Aikxa were dead, after the Arcadians systematic purge of us really went into gear. They had "tolerated" us for too long they announced. Of the Xa, only two Omnexa and three Xa were still alive. And all of them were here, on Paragon, in the Luna.

Phygiar Cadence stepped out on the balcony, runnng his hand through his hair. He had joined the Military Order on my mention on the death of our father. He didn't die of natural causes. That's all I have to say about that. "Rais," he said in a whinge, "We're really doing nothing anymore... why?"

Rais smiled. "You know, you're technically meant to call me Se'Hiro, or simply sir."

"Balls to that," he declared wth a stomp of his foot.

"Typical," Rais said, chuckling. "And we're not doing anything because... I'm not in charge. The Omnexa are, now. The way the system they had was set up, with the lack of lower Xa they can just do whatever they want. The Xa don't have enough voice."

"But that's bullcrap."

"Mmm, of course it is."

From behind him, Rais heard another person approaching as the door to his chamber closed. There was only one other with the codeto his roo. Ke-neko Anerchi, a Se'Hiro, one of the commandres of the Sol base. The other, Gilian, had died. Which suited Rai just fine. Ke-neko was a somewhat short man, with defined oriental features. His eyes were narrow and dark, his skin darker with a yellowish tint. As always, his hair was spiked in the front. The image he tried to present didn't go well wth the hollowness in his cheeks and jaw, however.

"Rais," he said in his very drawled-ou manner, making each vowel stand out more than it should, "Litisus has called for another meetng."

"About what, another supply ration?"

"No, Rais. About a certain... idea, he has had."

"An idea. T-"

"Simply come Rais." His eyes turned to Phygiar, and he added "Your brother must remain here, however. This is something often would only be discussed among the Xa. We are invited to give our opinion in the fallen's places."

Rais nodded as Ke-neko did an about face, swiping on a screen beside the door a circle with three vertical lines cuttng it into four parts to open the door. Phygiar looked up to Rais, eyes suddenly hopeful. "Do you think maybe now you can do something to avenge Inysa? Do you?"

Rais shook his head in a negative. "The Arcadian's sodded up her head. It's their fault she's dead. But... The Xa don't quite care. They've all lost people. I don't think this will be about any of that."

"Oh..."

"Oi, cheer up. Sooner or later we'll get them back, aye? I promise."



Nathan was plastered to the winow in front of him. Beyond that glass was a void, a void that would kill him if the glass broke. And in that void, maybe two kilometres away, was a group of Vaktovian Badanov ships. They were long craft with a the command area bulging upwards, wth large spikes dartin out all across it. Down it's front, they looked like fins on the sides of the craft, whereas on the back... well, they were annoying. The primary ship of the Vaktovian armada, at least on par with an Arcadian heavy cruiser. An all Nathan was on, was a hit-and-run sort of destroyer, built for mobility and to quickly change it's momentum using it's extra mounted thrusters.

Not to take on a Badanov.

This was one of the most active spots in the Line. If the declaration of war happned, the first official shots would be fired from here. And naturally this was where he got stationed. As an officer and a fighter on the ground, on foot, Nathan was top-class. But commanding ships? No. Just no. The sooner he got back to Maronkerith (Or as Antagonist insists to call it, 'Bleh') the happier he would be. Joyous to the white dust. Whoopie.

Nathan facepalmed himself as he groaned. This had best be quick.



The Commandant had at least one thing right. Bleh was bleh. It didn't deserve a sophisticated sounding designation like "Maronkerith". Bleh, bleh, bleh.

Currently I was with eight others, garrisoned in a 'scoutpost', small single structure bases set in areas to observe and reply to any sort of orders. This one was on top of a large hll, commanding a view of the dusty plains for kilometres untl th horizon was broken by hills and peaks in the distance. Under the command of a Centurion named Gerald Jovani, I was goingto shoot myself out of boredom.

I was sitting on the roof of the building, a Hawkeye maybe half a metre away, ready to be used in the freak case of it being needed. I had my violin in my hands, as always simply playing with cords, now and agan getting a few moments of complete beauty, and then it would fall to crap again. Tragic. Simply tragic. This planet didn't see to have any sort of symphony of it's own. No wind, no tide, no wildlife... the scoutpost didn't even have any machinery. I felt it was needed to create something, just to assure myself everything hadn't fallen into a soundless pit. For what good would it be living if one can not hear the sweet sounds of a completed sonata, listlessly put together by the world without it even knowing?

But of course, not all things can flow together in harmony. Some idiot down below, without any sort of warning began to fire weapon randomly into the air. The first shot nearly made me jump, but I couldn't fight off the simply annoyance that I felt. "Who DARES to interrupt me as I waste my time playing in E minor?" I shouted, slamming my violin to the floor. The well-made instrument simply bounced, not fracturing in the least under my harsh movement. I jumped over the edge, landing in an easy crouch. People get amazed by my ability to jump off things. Really, it's just nobody knows how to move their bodies to absorb the impact.

Samuel Blink, a Vanguard with a very brutal history, had just finished firing all sixty rounds in a Devastator machine gun. Over black hair dyed red with what was likely only dirt, his face was poorly shaven and covered in scars earned in bar brawls. An eyepatch covered one of his green eyes, and his mouth was missing a few teeth. I honestly couldn't even fathom why. Really. Chronic delinquents always have wonderful dental health... That's not sarcasm, certainly.

"'Ey, girlie, whassa?" he said, raising his arms to embrace me. I walked up to him, holding smile, and drove my foot into his grion. I could have done some little eloquent move on him, but in my time I have learned that there is nothing in this world that works as well as this. Remind them of their manhood. And if people are around, point and laugh to get them started.

"Dearest Samuel," I purred as he toppled over, "I promise you if you interrupt me again when I am playing, I won't do this again. I'll cut them off, and replace your yes with them."

"F'kyu, coon, jus' 'er you."

I shook my head in disapproval as I turned back to go ino the scoutpost. "Please, don't speak like some pathetic little grovel. I just proved you're a man, do act like one."

I had to think to myself. I hate everyone. Why ever was I here? Quite simply, Nathan's company isn't worth dealing with these sods.

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Curious, should the story be kept at a level of pseudo-canon, meaning things that could well have happened in the Imperium's story, or should I just completely throw that out and take the plot to as extreme of ends as I can think to do?
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This is going slowly... When I'm on I tend to be doing something. I need to really set myself to getting these done faster.

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boost's rp name is dumb


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