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Grak Yarn
Minmatar
Vorace.
Electus Matari
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Posted - 2008.08.11 03:09:00 -
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Edited by: Grak Yarn on 11/08/2008 03:09:00
ôNext pleaseö said Valem clearly, grabbing a new datasheet and pulling it up. A Gallentean man of medium height and thin build stepped forward. Valem passed him the datasheet ôPlease sit, read it over, and weÆll have you back out in no time.ö He didnÆt even bother to look up. Two years ago, he had been a pod pilot. Two years ago no one had heard of Heth, and no one ever thought that they would be on Caldari Prime. He certainly didnÆt expect himself to be working with the occupation forces, though that was less surprising due to his Half-Gallente heritage. True, sometimes some of the hardliners sneered at him, but without people like him the whole thing would collapse.
The Gallentean man confirmed he had read it, and Valem gave a short sharp nod ôExcellent, and you understand?ö Another nod from the Gallentean ôOk. Name?ö Given. ôOccupation.ö Office of Registration. Valem paused at this. ôNo. YouÆre a factory worker arenÆt you? No, donÆt shake your head. Look at me. YouÆre a factory worker. Do you understand? Good, you shouldnÆt. But thatÆs what you are. Been one since you were sixteen. Good to see hard working Gallentean.ö. Valem moved to work in the rest of the information, going through the motions on automatic once again.Another day processing Gallentean citizens into the information banks for the Caldari Navy. The office was full of people just like him, and even more Gallentean men and women who had shown up willingly, and some who hadnÆt. A gaping hole in the wall stayed silent testament to the insurgency that existed. The heavy weapon nest that was filling it was a silent testament to the mentality of the local provist troops.
He didnÆt notice the provist troops until he heard one clear their throat. He looked up at the pair of armored officers, both carrying assault shotguns, though in deference to the situation they had them slung. ôMister Victor? We need you to come with us.ö Said the larger of the pair, shifting to place a hand on the strap across his shoulder.
ôOf course, please, let me just log off. Security protocols,ö he said, moving to rapidly activate a program ôCould I enquire what this is about?ö he asked as he watched the program flick by rapidly, doing its job. He stood as the console shut down and began to walk with the two troopers.
The larger provist shook his head æIÆll explain it at the site sir.ö and that was the whole of the conversation as they drove in silence through the rain. Valem looked out on the city, passing by places he remembered from years ago when he used to visit here with his brother Jean. It all seemed darker now, more grey. And always above their was the Leviathan, like a new moon in the sky but far more menacing. Valem peered around the bulk of the provist in the front seat as they turned down an alley, and he saw a number of vehicle parked around a area that looked like it had recently been on fire. The smaller provist turned to face him.
ôThe situation is this. Earlier today we had reports of a firebomb going off in this area, and when we investigated we found the corpse of an unknown man. Whatever went off burnt off most of the organic bits, leaving synthetic replacements. The man matches the DNA for your brother, Jean Controleur. We need you to deactivate the security system on his synthetics and then you will be able to claim the body once its been processed.ö the provist explained as the car pulled up.
-continued-
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No expansion without equilibrium, no conquest without control. Pursue success in serenity, and service to the people. |
Grak Yarn
Minmatar
Vorace.
Electus Matari
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Posted - 2008.08.11 03:09:00 -
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Edited by: Grak Yarn on 11/08/2008 03:16:01
Edited by: Grak Yarn on 11/08/2008 03:10:30
The provist pulled down the face visor on his helmet and stepped out of the vehicle, and Valem climbed out of the car, heart pounding in his chest. Jean was smart. He wouldnÆt let anyone get him, not like this. Even if he had gone mad, he was still the deadliest man Valem had ever known. He ducked under the tape, noticing the crater in the ground and moving over to where a number of provist members were idling. They cleared back, respectful and scared. He knelt down and looked at the body before him. It was nearly unrecognizable as a human, looking more synthetic then organic. The flesh had been charred away, leaving nothing but bone, and the rain had washed much of the ash, but the stench of cooked meat was still there, especially up close. He knew immediately it was Jean, and his head bowed. He felt himself crying, tears welling in his eyes as he looked again at the mortal remains of his younger brother. He knew his job though. They had talked about this long, long before. The body itself lay against the wall, and he could see the dent where he had impacted the alley wall. He gently touched the chest unit that made up the upper half of his brothers body, a small panel opening up.
ôStand back, please, if I get this wrong then there is a chance his power cell will go critical as a security precaution. Small explosion but highly lethal.ö he said, and the provist complied quickly. He brought up the memory wipe screen and entered the word ôDutyö into it. The glow that permeated throughout the synthetic parts died, and he stood, stepping back ôit is done. When will I be able to take him home?ö
His brother was finally, finally at peace.
-End of the Death, Funeral coming soon-
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No expansion without equilibrium, no conquest without control. Pursue success in serenity, and service to the people. |
Grak Yarn
Minmatar
Vorace.
Electus Matari
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Posted - 2008.08.11 04:19:00 -
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The Funeral of Jean Controleur
Valem Victor looked around his child hood home. When they hadnÆt been out on the Hulk, they were here, the ORE Station. Today he was dressed all in black, as was everyone here. His mother and father were talking quietly to his youngest sister, the youngest in the family, just past twenty years now. His eyes passed over the rest of his familyàthere had been eight of them, with Jean being the fourth child. Valem was the eldest, almost forty years old. Each one bore the grief over the death of their brother a different way. Some wept, some sat sullenly, some just tried to act normal. The next eldest in line, his younger sister Venecia, held a holovid camera, recording everything. That was how she would cope. Valem was the rock of strength for them all, the island on which they could land if they needed to. It was tough, being the eldest. Giving the eulogy would be even harder.
At around noon standard galactic time, they filed out of the small compound the Mineur family owned, and got into various personal vehicles. They moved through the stations, emergency lights blinking in the long line of vehicles, the normal traffic flow slowing and moving aside as they passed. Jean had been well liked on the station, probably because they remembered him as he was. Valems grip on the handle of the door increased as he thought about it.
His brother had left, young, full of energy and potential. There had been a huge sendoff for him, a ORE man going back to the big land to earn his way. He had gotten along with everyone, and their was hardly a person on the station who didnÆt know him personally if they had been around when he had. They would never know what he was like in the end, the majority of them. He thought about the data pad tucked safely away in his pocket and knew he had to give the speech as he had written, not what he wanted. He couldnÆt sugarcoat this, not if he was going to respect his brothers deeds.
They turned off the road and headed for the reprocessing center of the station. They all pulled up alongside the facility, the vehicle containing his brothers remains already parked up against the side, backed into a loading bay. They filed silently into the facility, heading for one of the reprocessing centers, currently shut down. It seemed eerily quiet as they sat down in their chairs, Valem walking past the gathering group and taking his place at the podium. He pulled out the data pad and slid it into the slow, allowing the holographic representations of his speech to flash up discreetly in front of him, all but hidden from those watching. Behind him, a screen displayed various pictures of his brother throughout his life, from birth to his most recent, a few months prior to the war. When contact had more or less been lost. He cleared his throat, discreetly checking the mike was working, and began to speak.
ôIf their was always one principle Jean lived by, it was that there was no sacrifice to great to protect those who could not protect themselves. We all knew Jean growing up. He was almost very clever, very cool, talking people out of doing stupid things. We all remember how he manipulated that mining drone during his naming competition, earning himself the name Controleur. We all remember proudly the day he boarded that interbus shuttle, heading for the big lands. We saw the news reports about his Customs frigate and its job. But we stopped seeing Jean. IÆm going to tell you what happened to Jean after most of you stopped seeing him.ö
He paused, memories flashing by.
-Continued-
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No expansion without equilibrium, no conquest without control. Pursue success in serenity, and service to the people. |
Grak Yarn
Minmatar
Vorace.
Electus Matari
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Posted - 2008.08.11 04:19:00 -
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-Continued-
"My brother, as all of you know, was a member of the Federal Intelligence Office. Most of you couldnÆt make it to his induction ceremony, but I was there. I remember, he said to me, ôValem, they teach you things in here...you wouldnÆt believe it. I hope I come out of this still me.ö. And for awhile, this was true. My brother served the Federation with honor and exceptional skill. Nothing youÆd ever hear about, because the missions he preformed were classified and remain so. He put a sizeable dent in the Serpentis smuggling operations on Gallente and Caldari Prime almost single handedly. By the time he was twenty three, he had met a young Achuran woman of similar age working within the FIO, part of the same division as him, and they fell in love. A few years later, they were engaged. He wanted to wait until he was done with the FIO to tell those he loved, though I found out shortly before a tragedy befell them.ö
ValemsÆ knuckles went white as they gripped the side of the podium, voice filling with pain.
ôDuring a mission for the FIO, in which he and a group of agents were sent to do something, a trap was set. Jean was the only one who survived the blast. Among the causalities was the woman he loved. Jean survived, but only barely. His face has been destroyed. He lost his arm and both of his legs, and part of his chest. The FIO secreted him to some hospital, where he spent six months in intensive care. They replaced over eighty percent of his body with cybernetics to keep him alive. When he awoke from his comaàö Valem took a deep breath ôMy brother had gone mad. He killed a orderly and they had to lock him up for another three months. When he came out, he had changed. No longer was he what we loved, no longer the man, my brother. Its like the blast had blown away part of his personality that he could never, ever get back.ö
Valem paused again, eyes closed, listening to the hum of the station around him. He continued.
ôThe ****sure attitude was gone. The easy friendliness, the smile, the laughter, it was gone. All that was left was madness. Oh, he laughed, but it was the laugh of the dead. The laugh of someone who knew he was already gone. I was at his graduation from the Federal Navy Academy, and he told me he didnÆt want you all to see him like that. He was an alcoholic, though he never touched boosters. Even towards the end his madness was deepening. Some might have called it Capsuleer psychosis, but I know what it truly was. He had lost himself, and he knew it. But even in his madness my brother would not allow the innocent to be harmed without a fight, not while he drew breath. I want us all to remember him as he was, before the accident, and remember what he stood for and what he believed. I also want to think, that now, for the first time since the death of his FiancT, Jean Controleur, my brother, is finally at peace. And so I say a prayer.ö
Valem bowed his head here.
ôAll-Mother, we thank you for the peace that is now upon our loved one. We are thankful he finally has the chance to be part of the Great Consciousness which links together all living beings directly. We know it is not your way to sway the fate of man, but we thank you for creating the universe so that man may live and allowing us to control ourselves, and learn. May your darkness be lit by the flame of knowledge.ö he intoned.
ôAnd yours as wellö the crowd replied, it least those familiar with the ritual.
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No expansion without equilibrium, no conquest without control. Pursue success in serenity, and service to the people. |
Grak Yarn
Minmatar
Vorace.
Electus Matari
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Posted - 2008.08.11 04:20:00 -
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-Continued-
With a step, Valem moved down from the podium and walked towards the car containing his brothers body. His father, one of his brothers, and three of his sisters joined him. On either side of the car stood two men, old friends of Jeans from his FIO day. They were in full dress uniform, and each carried a ceremonial rifle and sword. They stood at attention, and as the pall bearers lifted the real wooden coffin, they took up escort positions. Escort and bearers walked down the center of the aisle between the chairs, making a sharp turn as they stepped over the processing line. The bearers lowered the coffin and the honor guard lined up, raising their guns and firing as the machinery started moving. Valem slipped an arm around his youngest sisters shoulder as they moved away from the coffin, taking their place among their family. He watched the mortal remains of his brother slip into the machinery, reprocessing his body into the stuff the universe is made of.
They cried, all of them, even Valem. He eventually gathered himself up and went over to his sister Venecia.
ôI need a few extra copies of that film. There are a few Capsuleer friends of his I know would like to see this.ö
-End of the Jean Controleur story-
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No expansion without equilibrium, no conquest without control. Pursue success in serenity, and service to the people. |
Scagga Laebetrovo
Ammatar Free Corps
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Posted - 2008.08.11 05:30:00 -
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Shame Yulith never had a chance to be there 
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