04-09-2016, 06:19 PM
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Omicron Delta, a system entranced in a violent mix. It is full of violence, with each side fighting for their ideals of peace. This is what can merely be observed from the passerby, and possibly from the occasional News special on the hellfire that is believed to spread through this region, a place surviving off of nothing but instinct and Social Darwinism. To some, this system is where they live their lives... making a living, a living off their mission. While the Omicrons are indeed a wild region, full of colliding philosophies, but it is a place where today a change will be made, but yet, nobody will be around to witness. This is one of the redeeming qualities of a system known for its violence, it is still a seclusion away from any house, where things can be carried out, in top secrecy...
This is what a simple man known simply as Tantalus thinks as he brushes off his shoulder, a nervous habit he had picked up early in life from private school back at home. The man seemed to a common observer like a normal man out in the abnormal Omicrons: Fair black hair, shoulder length, with the pale skin of a native New Londoner, even though he towered at 188 centimetres to most, he seemed as well a fairly withdrawn man. However, this is a soldier, a soldier who had fought through hell and back to stay alive to this day, his uniform flashing the "Horus" logo on his left shoulder, and the Toledo patch on his right, a constant reminder for him of the only place he had ever truly thought as home.
It was evident, from the line of saluting officers, and the struggles this man only himself had been through, to arrive here today, and the next coming weeks were going to be another front for the Horus commander, he salutes the line of agents and waves his hand off calling the men to ease, and walks off towards a neighboring hangar bay, reserved specifically on Dabadoru for the commander of the Order sting force. While it was a privelege to indulge in, Tantalus never reveled in the privacy he received as a leader, sometimes yearning for the days, remembering his times as a patrol agent in Omicron Minor, with the simple task of running a patrol 25 klicks around Toledo's perimeter bi-daily... it seems now that a patrol like that would only lead to the same outcome that Toledo ended up facing.
Ever since Toledo had fallen, the Order had truly never been the same, it was like a house being plunged into an Economic recession... only this hit closer to the heart. While before the Order bastioned nearly an entire empire in the Central Omicrons, but now they struggled for ground daily, faced under a new burden of oppression every day from sides like the Core, the Outcasts, and especially the Nomads. Tantalus was relatively simple in his goal: Exterminate the Nomads... he made it a personal goal, to never pull the trigger on fellow man, but that all fell apart at the betrayal of Toledo...
The man shakes his head, pulling out of his thoughts and leans on the door of the hanger, waiting for his special guest to arrive at the hangar doors as he continues to dwell on the weeks ahead... alone in the remote Omegas, then turns his head quickly, hearing the hiss of a door roughly 30 meters down, and hearing the soft click of flats against the steel floor, and looks to the right hearing the sound. Tantalus relaxes slightly, breaking into a small smile.
"Good to see you managed to make it Rika, I hope you know what trouble your kids gotten into..."
This is what a simple man known simply as Tantalus thinks as he brushes off his shoulder, a nervous habit he had picked up early in life from private school back at home. The man seemed to a common observer like a normal man out in the abnormal Omicrons: Fair black hair, shoulder length, with the pale skin of a native New Londoner, even though he towered at 188 centimetres to most, he seemed as well a fairly withdrawn man. However, this is a soldier, a soldier who had fought through hell and back to stay alive to this day, his uniform flashing the "Horus" logo on his left shoulder, and the Toledo patch on his right, a constant reminder for him of the only place he had ever truly thought as home.
It was evident, from the line of saluting officers, and the struggles this man only himself had been through, to arrive here today, and the next coming weeks were going to be another front for the Horus commander, he salutes the line of agents and waves his hand off calling the men to ease, and walks off towards a neighboring hangar bay, reserved specifically on Dabadoru for the commander of the Order sting force. While it was a privelege to indulge in, Tantalus never reveled in the privacy he received as a leader, sometimes yearning for the days, remembering his times as a patrol agent in Omicron Minor, with the simple task of running a patrol 25 klicks around Toledo's perimeter bi-daily... it seems now that a patrol like that would only lead to the same outcome that Toledo ended up facing.
Ever since Toledo had fallen, the Order had truly never been the same, it was like a house being plunged into an Economic recession... only this hit closer to the heart. While before the Order bastioned nearly an entire empire in the Central Omicrons, but now they struggled for ground daily, faced under a new burden of oppression every day from sides like the Core, the Outcasts, and especially the Nomads. Tantalus was relatively simple in his goal: Exterminate the Nomads... he made it a personal goal, to never pull the trigger on fellow man, but that all fell apart at the betrayal of Toledo...
The man shakes his head, pulling out of his thoughts and leans on the door of the hanger, waiting for his special guest to arrive at the hangar doors as he continues to dwell on the weeks ahead... alone in the remote Omegas, then turns his head quickly, hearing the hiss of a door roughly 30 meters down, and hearing the soft click of flats against the steel floor, and looks to the right hearing the sound. Tantalus relaxes slightly, breaking into a small smile.
"Good to see you managed to make it Rika, I hope you know what trouble your kids gotten into..."
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