Meehan
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Posted - 2005.03.15 11:03:00 -
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"Master?"
It was Orlein, the Sebiestor slave Meehan had owned since birth - now 16 years old and a promising talent, gifted both spiritually and mentally.
"Yes, my young aphogee?" Meehan replied as he crawled out of the Malediction Class Interceptor TES Panther II's turret hardpoint. These new Medium Pulses were a real hassle to install.
"There was just a transmission over the GalNet - I downloaded it for you!" Orlein said and stretched out a hand with a holoreel in it.
"Play it." Meehan commanded while wiping the oil residue from the turret's hydraulic systems off his hands on an old rug he had carried in his back pocket. Orlein hit the playswitch, displaying the ultimatum the Star Fraction had just transmitted.
"Oh dear." Meehan responded. More enemies was never a good thing - Meehan already had a rough time coping with all the Matari rebels. That and that he had always liked the Gallente who, unlike the brute savages of the Republic, had earned their sovereignity and civilization.
"Well, thank you Orlein. Withdraw a few thousand credits from my account and take a few days off. There should be a shuttle heading back for Nalu tomorrow if you want to visit your friends. I have to go for a few days and won't be back till Monday. I expect you back here by then though. Understood?"
"Yes, master. Shall I take my literature along with me?"
Meehan blinked.
"Uhm... yes, do that. Good thinking!" Surprisingly enough, Orlein cared more for the scriptures than Meehan himself did - so much that he actually knew more about their contents than did his master. A promising talent indeed.
"That will be all, Orlein. Thank you." Meehan said has he crawled back into the turret hardpoint. Orlein nodded, turned and started to walk out of the hangar.
"And Orlein?"
"Yes, master?"
"Have fun! Monday!"
Orlein smiled and continued walking. Meehan wondered whether the boy knew how fortunate he way - too many Amarrians were still cruel to their slaves despite the Emperor's decree.
Slightly worried, Meehan continued outfitting his new ship with his brand new high-tech guns. Soon, the command from his superiors would come and soon, the heavens would burst with fire once more. This time not by projectiles, but by hybrid bolts. Peace seemed all too distant.
Meehan kept the image of his son playing on the grassy fields of Nalu in his head.
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