The story is narrated by a Coalition Agent in his diary. It follows the life of a Coalition spy who was serving on the planet Malta. The story includes a brief summary in the introduction section about the ship "Hispania" and how planet Malta was formed. In the other sections the writer explains in details the interests of the Coalition in the Nation of Malta. But what's the most important, the last part of the diary is about the spy's personal thoughts about the ideologies of both sides: the Alliance and the Coalition, his recognition of the disadvantages of the Coalition ideology, as well as explaining the negative sides of the other ideologies too. It also includes his personal thoughts about the hierarchical and governmental systems, explaining in details the disadvantages of such systems. The writer also mentions in his diary about a young and beautiful lady, whom he philandered in the nearest bar when he was bored, and later seduced the girl not out of love or boredom, but because he needed a place to stay at, and a person to trust. The last sentence in the diary isn't even finished, which makes the reader think that the writer had to abandon the diary for some reasons.
Data Tutashkhia is the result of the night between the spy and the young and beautiful lady from the bar. The couple continued living together, as the spy needed a place to stay at, and the lady could give him such place. But every fairy-tale life has an end, and the end came when the Outcasts located the spy, but he managed to escape and the young lady, who was naively in love with him, hid any trace of him, including the diary. Some time after this, the Outcasts found the spy, interrogated him and the spy spilled everything. but he was killed anyways. They then had an information about the person who was housing him - Tutashkhia's mother, and killed her too. By that time Tutashkhia was already fourteen years old and managed to escape and took the diary with him too, as it was the only thing left from his parents. The escape then began his life as a fugitive, who has been on his own, experiencing the life as a vagabond, constantly eluding capture by the police desperate to catch him. He started growing mentally and physically, his principles started to form too. After years of experience in a fugitive, independent life, he started valuing the independence. But the most important part in his life is when he first tried to read the diary and acquainted with his father's thoughts: thoughts about the ideologies, systems and hierarchies. This all played a huge role in forming his ideology, principles and thoughts.
Psychological Profile
Data Tutashkhia is a man who from birth, can not stand injustice and wrongdoing. At his early stage of life he goes from place to place, sees evil and struggles with how to overcome it. He attempts to help those wronged with little result, as either the individual wronged continues to allow him/herself to be wronged, or the injured and insulted, once rescued by Data, start, themselves, to injure and insult. But now, on the other stage of his life, saddened by his previous experiences, he is responsible for countless deaths and is a highly dangerous individual.
He is now a mass-murderer, whose mental state is completely unstable, at one time funny and caring, but at other times violet, merciless and chaotic, who has zero empathy. He uses various sources to create instruments of terror, death and chaos, to overturn the hierarchical system, overthrow the tsarist government and any kind of governmental regime. His methods are unpredictable and incalculable. He does things according to his own principles and intuition, and does not desire money. His main goal is to gain the power to install anarchy into the ideology of Sirius inhabitants by any necessary means, to prove that any kind of hierarchical system, such as organizations and governments is futile and useless. Unlike most criminals, Tutashkhia doesn't prefer staying in the shadows, but he prefers being in the spot, who usually lets everyone know about the potential threat he is going to introduce.
Data Tutashkhia is indeed an embodiment of anarchy, whose primary goal is to overthrow any kind of governmental and hierarchical system.
The door opens and a tall, bearded man enters room. He throws up the weapons and lodges them nearby. Takes off the dark pelerine and puts down on the sofa. Walks around the round table, lights up a cigar and smokes.
A deep voice is heared from the right corner of the room.
-"I'm wondered! Wondered about these people,who are living but still haven't understood their role and goal in this life." Pauses,he moves to the center of the room,where the round table is situated,and sits down around the table.-"I'm wondered about the people,who hasn't even experienced a different way of life,who doesn't even have any ambition to improve their life and doesn't even search for the new ways of life."
-"Well,I know there're lots of people who watches me,hates me or tries to kill me for money.I know they are doing their job,and I also know that the number of people who are doing their job and trying to do something good instead of bad is really small.But there are lots of people who are doing their job,while that job brings all the harm things to others.And the world is full with such men." Pauses,stands up,lights up cigar to calm down,even though he was talking quite calmly. -"So I should consider all those bad men as my enemies,ha?I will get back to this matter sooner or later..."
-"Now,another matter." Pauses for a few seconds moves toward the fireplace and warms himself. -"Ehhh...eh,doing the job,when you're sure about the results, isn't a right man's business.Right man must be trying to do something that he's not done before,and the results shouldn't be easily guessed before you start it." Sits down on the sofa and thinks. -"So what should I say about the people who insists on fighting against you,when the results are easily known for both sides.I wonder about the people who hears that from me,who is given a chance from me, but insists on to kill him!"
Data puts on his pelarine,takes all the weapons,goes out of the secret shelter and loses in the colorful horizon.
A tall man with a felt cloak enters the room where the fire was already firing. A healthy man with a white beard is already sitting and waiting for Data. They greet each other, Data takes off his coat, lights up a cigar, glances at another man, nods and chuckles.
-"Hope you are alright Data."The voice disturbs the silence.
-"I'm doing as I usually do...But what can I say about the others?Those who got helped by me,instead of doing the same and helping the others,tried to kill me.And the reason is money! They are so much addicted to money that they could even kill their own parents for it."
-"Ehh Data... Try to remember the moments when you helped them which pushed others to do the same goodness."
-"Unfortunately there're not many such moments to remember."Data pauses and continues smoking.Then stands up,starts walking in the room and suddenly a pack of records attract his attention. He picks them up and takes a look gently.
I am writing myself this letter to remind myself of what has happened in the past couple of months.
Lots of interesting things have taken place in the recent period of time that's now behind me.After twelve-months imprisonment and three-month vacation,I returned to see how my buddies were doing.Some of them couldn't even recognize me,probably those dirty meals,unserviceable toilets with broken sewer-pipes and the most secured prison changed me so much,maybe that's the reason,or they just simply try to avoid ex-prisoner.The rest of them have set up their own drug business,so I've some free access to the "source-of-imagination".
I increased my presence in Liberty,but describing that place will take the rest of my life,so I will do as short as possible.Of course,official Hackers and Rogues don't like me very much,neither they like other indie criminals too.Actually they never did but it never mattered much.But their indies are quite useful with their funny toys.Their huge support causes anxiety in Navy fleet. Those Hale's gang seems to be inactive these days.Without them there is a chaos throughout the Liberty. I've met lots of interesting people there,my friends' list is increasing from time to time.
My activity in Taus is reduced.There is nothing much to do,I find it to be boring there. I've got tired of miners there,a bunch of idiots with unimaginable dreams. My Maltese buddies have reduced their presence in Taus as well,who knows why,but most likely their cargos are now filled with a great deal of cardamines,so they have nothing to worry about in Taus.
In Rheinland my presence hasn't been changed.Still have some fun with RMes and other lawlifes. Their ideology keeps changing,but the only thing never changes there.They're still following that Kanzler's orders. RHA are still a lot favorable with me. They are wise-guys, I've some friends among them. We bother those Military idiots as well.
Lots of interesting things happen around me,but I cannot take all of them down.
I am writing myself this letter to remind myself of what has happened in the past couple of months.
Lots of things happened to me these last months. Well, the vacation details mustn't be interesting, so I think I can start from the day I started appearing in the Liberty again. I saw the whole bunch of people wasted from drugs and booze. Some of them couldn't even talk. I'm left all by myself sometimes, gathering all sorts of strangers with me, wandering in the cold and evil space.
But the Meeting with my buddies was the most important one, I would say:
Tutashkhia enters the meeting-room, several Gangsters were already sitting, waiting for the rest to finally arrive.
-"Gentlemen, It's high time." Then he approaches the round table, leans on an empty spot reserved for him.
- "We have experienced all sort of things together, starvation, craving, insomnia, persecution and all sort of difficulties.But we're still here, all alive, with right spirits and right words. He pauses for a moment and shortly after starts walking around the table. -"There are not many of us left, but that's fine for now. We have several of new potential candidates waiting in line: freelancing murderers, former patients, criminals... just wonderful. But let's not rush things. First, I'd like to reveal something. He stops behind one of the Gangsters. -"I've heard some of you likes talking,and talks too much. I can't say I don't like talkative guys, but not the ones who spills the beans. I smell an impatient one among you. Always hated such kind."Tutashkhia swiftly catches his head with his right arm and, with his left arm, sticks a small knife into his mouth. The blood gushes all over the face of Tutashkhia.
The bearded man takes a part of the dead man's suit and cleans his face. Then he pushes the lifeless body off the chair and sits in it. -"Is it the money or the glory? I thought things were clear.What I'm offering you is something, entirely different. Something much more special. We're not like those fools calling themselves the real Underworld Kings and living in the cocooned world."He says while cleaning the blood off his knife with the scrap of the dead man's suit."Fear. Terror! That's what I'm offering you! Rats fear me today, like we all know they do, and tomorrow..."- Then he raises his voice hysterically."... the entire world will fear all of us!!!"
-"You're the real Gangsters. Now it's up to you, either you reach the top or rot at the bottom."He pauses,inhales deeply through nose and tries to remember the common sentence.-"This concludes our business for today."
Lots of interesting things happened to me after that.But I'm too tired right now.
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