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Blaise Farmoon
Minmatar
Clown Punchers Syndicate
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Posted - 2008.08.09 21:53:00 -
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ôThe Amennite Ordnung has a history as old as the Exodus itself. The distinctive style of dress and grooming, adherence to old philosophies and general distrust of technology are trademarks that are very much alive and well.
Amennites began as splinter group of Amish and Mennonites formed as refugees of the Old Order Genocide (dates before the Exo.). Under the leadership of Abraxis Holle, these few families managed to survive extinction and maintain their religious beliefs of passivity and non-violence.ö
Indeed, of the three denominations, only the Amennites have kept the Old Order thinking alive and well into the present. In fact, the Old Order Genocide was so successful, due to the complete non-resistance of the Amish/Mennonite people, it is widely believed that true Amish and Mennonites do not exist anymore.ö
How did this off shoot of old world zealotry survive in a technological boom without letting it consume or overwhelm them? How can such a society stay competitive and exist in a new universe of star flight and cloning? ö
A History of Zealots, Aliat Menorr, 2015
Young Brother Jakob pulled his torn felt hat tight down on his head and carefully struggled to maintain some dignity. It was snowing now and cold air quickly found every inch of exposed skin. Muttering ôGottes Wille,ö he gave a final futile attempt to pull the remaining fragments of his ripped clothes over his body. Behind him, in the church, he could hear the hear the voices of the townspeople as they prayed for forgiveness and guidance. He heard a soft voice sob and imagined he heard at least one other person crying. He inhaled a deep breath of the cold air and began walking in earnest and alone along the dark street and out of town. His only possessions being the torn clothes on his back and a small, worn copy of the bible tucked into his belt.
He did not expect see anyone else out here in the cold night and before long he heard only the sounds of his own footsteps crunching the snow. He walked on with his mind deep in thought. He was physically healthy and moved with the strong pace someone used to physical exertion and exercise. His long strides were sure-footed and he made quick time on the slick road. He had miles to go but, absorbed into his own thoughts as he was, it was not long before his body no longer felt cold and he no longer noticed the icy wind violating the holes in his clothes.
He thought of his upbringing and his parents, as befitting the Amennite sect, raising him as any other child was raised in the town. He had been a bright student and was quick to master any task. He had learned his prayers, learned his trade and trusted God. He had tutored under the great Deacon Pastch and had been trusted to hear the sacred scriptures of passivity and the Old World Way. The church elders had always said he would follow in their footsteps.
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The meek shall NOT inherent the earth, they will be beaten and their toys taken from them. - Blaise Farmoon |
Blaise Farmoon
Minmatar
Clown Punchers Syndicate
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Posted - 2008.08.09 21:54:00 -
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Presently he stopped, looked up to the star filled sky and sighed. Rumspringa had changed everything and for the stars he was excommunicated. Although he had not forsaken God, he had chosen a different path that the church had not planned. The church would shun him for it. On the tenth day after his sixteenth birthday, he had been expelled from the congregation. Maybe God would leave him too. He wondered if he would eventually feel lonely.
But he knew God would never leave him.
After hours of walking he noticed a movement. Jakob is Amennite and his observation is keen. It had just been a shimmer and to someone not of his faith it would have seemed no more than a trick of the night shadows. He watched it out of the corner of his vision and walked on. He supposed he was being followed. A few minutes later another shadow moved; then another.
Lights on the road ahead indicated a transport coming towards him. Jakob moved to the side of the road to allow the vehicle to pass. The vehicle slowed and stopped before him. Instinctively, Jakob stopped walking and noted his surroundings. He ensured his feet were not going to lose traction if he needed to move. From the rear of the transport he heard a portal open and two youths, about his age, exit.
During Rumspringa he had been warned of the local boys. It was said that most were wealthy and all had implants and clones. The locals used much technology to boost themselves beyond God's gifts and a clone effectively made a man immortal. Implants and clones gave punks enormous confidence.
The first youth he saw was an short Amarr boy wearing the slick clothing of some rich family. He wielded a shock club and a drunken smile. The second boy was younger and moved with a bit of clumsiness. He held a web pistol.
ôWhatchu doing outside your town farmer? Dontcha know one-lifers aren't allowed out here after dark?ö the Amarr boy asked. Jakob cringed at the question. He could see the tale-tell implant traces on their heads, the nervous tic in their faces. These boys probably had fighting implants and knew he would have none. Jakob looked into the cab and saw a third boy, the driver, sneering at him. There was a girl watching curiously from the passenger seat. She was pink and fat in the Amarrian way.
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The meek shall NOT inherent the earth, they will be beaten and their toys taken from them. - Blaise Farmoon |
Blaise Farmoon
Minmatar
Clown Punchers Syndicate
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Posted - 2008.08.09 21:55:00 -
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ôPeace, friends, I'm only out to walk the night.ö Jakob already knew he would not be able to talk the boys out of a fight. They had probably been waiting all night for some Amennite to wander outside the town limits. He would only have his faith to protect him.
The short boy chuckled. ôOut for a walk? For some exercise maybe? We'll give you all the exercise you need.ö
ôThere's no need for violence.ö
ôOf course there is need, farmer! I need violence!ö The boy moved closer. Jakob kept in place, knowing he would have to rely on his footing to defend his self. The boy with the web pistol began moving to Jakob's left, in an attempt to have a clear shot. Jakob knew he would have to move soon.
The shorter boy moved first. He launched himself, with implant-boosted speed, at Jakob and swung his shock club towards his head. Jakob expected this and evaded easily. Using the boy's momentum, he pulled the boy into him and spun with him, in an almost a dance-like motion. Then, with a quick jerk, he simultaneously disarmed the boy and flipped him hard into the ground.
The second boy fired his pistol wildly and a net sprang from it. The inaccurate shot webbed the other boy's legs to the ground and part of the transporter. Shocked that he'd missed, the boy turned to run but slipped on the slick road and fell face forward. Jakob moved towards the transporter. The boy inside had stopped smiling and opened the door.
From the side of his vision, Jakob caught a sudden movement. He heard a loud snapping noise and rolled to his left. When he looked up he heard the girl screaming.
The driver was toppling over, or rather his headless torso stiffly fell. The girl was franticly pulling at her safety restraints to get out of the vehicle. There was blood all over her face and the inside of the transport. Jakob stayed low as he tried to decipher the events. He heard another two snaps from the darkness behind him and the webbed Amarrian boy's body began to tear apart. He looked back to the side of the road and watched the boy with the pistol scramble in his rushed attempt to escape. Jakob heard snaps and watched as the boy's head and chest come apart.
Jakob thought he could see movement in the shadows but wasn't sure. By now, the girl had freed herself from the transport and began running down the road. Three snaps later and her body exploded. Her screams echoing into the otherwise quiet night.
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The meek shall NOT inherent the earth, they will be beaten and their toys taken from them. - Blaise Farmoon |
Blaise Farmoon
Minmatar
Clown Punchers Syndicate
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Posted - 2008.08.09 21:55:00 -
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"Gottes Wille, my brother." A voice came from the shadows. Brother Jakob stayed low and looked about. He was at least two miles from the town. The voice was definitely townsfolk. There would be no townsfolk out this far at night. Whoever this person was, they were armed with a nasty weapon.
"Who's there?" he asked, his voice a bit too loud.
"A friend, brother, my name is Amos." The voice was calm. Jakob looked to the sound but movement came unexpectedly from a few meters off to his left. A large man came forth, with his palms out, in the Amennite sign of peace. He wore the overalls and felt hat of the townsfolk, his face had a beard but no mustache. Over his shoulder he wore a long hunting rifle.
"Brother Amos?" Jakob stood. He tried to place this man in his memory. Certainly, he couldn't remember any Amennite with a firearm. "I do not recognize you. And killing? That is not our way.ö
"Gottes Wille," Amos said again. "I can explain but we must move from this road. The city folk are active at night, with their transports and powered lights. They tend to work all hours of the night." He smiled at that.
Jakob noticed a shimmer to his right but did not react to it. Instead, he addressed Amos again. "I have no fear of the city folk. The Lord will provide."
ôThe Lord will provide brother, but we do not have to ensure He's busy. If we die we're gone forever. Remember what the kid called you? One-lifer. These punks have clones, they'll be back and with friends with devices that see and kill in the dark. We must move now.ö
Jakob looked at the three bodies near him and finally at the dead girl on the road. He followed Amos into the darkness.
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The meek shall NOT inherent the earth, they will be beaten and their toys taken from them. - Blaise Farmoon |
Victoria Ehr
State Protectorate
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Posted - 2008.08.10 04:01:00 -
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I have never heard of these people before, fascinating story so far.
I always wonder what else is out there among all those stars. I have seen so much, but I am sure there is so much more to be seen.
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