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Monastic Knightly Order - knightlyorder - 06-17-2011

Monastic Knightly Order of the Host and Saint George

[Image: KnightOrder5.jpg]

Grand Master: Benedict Cassel, of Cambridge

Notable knight brothers:
Knight of the Realm; Sebastian (of) Gloucester
Knight of the Thorn; Thomas Childe

Oath of the Order:
We stand the border wall. We guard the long seas between the stars.
Ours is the long watch, the vigilant eye.
We bear the shield to be struck. We raise the sword to strike.
For Bretonia, Carina Regina, and Saint George.

The following is an excerpt from de laude novae militiae, the work of Bernard of Clairvaux, translated from the French by David Carbon 1977, recovered from data banks aboard the sleeper ship Bretonia in the first year of our deliverance.
The Way of Life of the Knights Templar

First, Christ's knights have discipline and never disdain obedience, for as Scripture attests, the undisciplined son will perish, 'restiveness is as the sin of witchcraft and refusal to acquiesce is like the crime of idolatry.' They come and go at the will of their superior, wear what he has given them, and take clothing and nourishment from nowhere else. They are wary of all excesses in food and dress; they concern themselves only with necessities. They have a joyous and sober life in their community, without women and without children.

That they might lack no evangelical perfection, they live without private property, in one house, in one way, eager to safeguard spiritual oneness within the bounds of their peace. You could say that all their multitude has but one heart and one spirit, to such an extent does each of them strive, not to fulfill his private desires, but rather to obey his master. At no time do they sit at leisure or wander adventurously; rather on those rare occasions when they are not engaged, they repair the wear and tear that their clothes and armor have suffered, bring things to order, and generally see to whatever their master's will and communal necessity dictate, in order to earn their keep.

Rank is not recognized among them at all; pride of place is alotted better, not nobler men. They rival one another in honor; they bear one another's burdens, so fulfilling Christ's injunction. The insolent word, the profitless deed, improvident laughter, even the least murmur or whisper does not go unrepaired when perceived properly. They swear off dice and gaming; they detest hunting, and take no pleasure in the absurd cruelty of falconry, as it is practiced. They renounce and abominate mimes and magicians and romanciers, bawdy songs and the spectacle of the joust as vanity and dangerous folly. They keep their hair short, having learned from the Apostle that it is shameful for a man to wear his hair like a woman. Never do they set and rarely do they wash their hair, preferring to go about dishevelled and unkempt, covered in dust and blackened by the sun and their armor.

When battle is at hand, they arm themselves with faith within and steel without, rather than with gold, so that when armed, rather than prettified, they instill fear in their adversaries rather than incite their greed. They choose to have horses that are strong and quick, rather than showy or well-dressed. They attend to battle rather than display, to victory rather than glory, and concern themselves to inspire fear rather than wonder. They are not unstable or impetuous, and do not behave as if driven headlong by heedlessness; rather, they order themselves and dispose their forces for battle considerately and with every caution and provision, as we read that the Fathers did. True Israelites go forth to war at peace. But when they have come to the point of battle, it is as if they say: 'Should I not hate those who hate you, Lord, and be disgusted with your enemies?'; they fling themselves against their foes and treat their adversaries like sheep, ever fearless alike, however few in number they may be, of barbarous savagery and the numberless horde.

Moreover, they know better than to presume upon their own strength, and prefer to hope for victory through the virtue of the Lord of Sabaoth, for whom they believe it to be a simple thing, as the sentence of Maccabees states: 'Many can be closed in the hands of a few, and in the sight of heaven's God there is no difference between bringing freedom by means of many and few, for victory in battle comes not of a multitude of armies, and might is cue gift of heaven.' They have in fact experienced this quite often, that a single one of them can hunt down practically a thousand and two can put ten thousand to flight.

Finally, then, they are both gentler than lambs and fiercer than lions, in such a wonderful and peculiar way that I am very nearly incapable of deciding what I think they should rather be called, monks or knights, unless I should perhaps more appropriately name them both, since they apparently lack neither, neither the monk's gentle disposition nor the knight's fierce strength.

The knight brothers use the technology of the Bretonian Armed Forces and the Bretonian Civilian Corporations in pursuit of their mission. Officially classed as Privateers under Bretonian law, the valiant knight brothers strike against the foes of God and Bretonia along the borders and in the heart of their homeland.


Monastic Knightly Order - knightlyorder - 06-17-2011

Here begins this passage in the annals of the Order.

Beneath a sullen sky on Planet Cambridge, in the grounds of a nature reserve fifty miles from the capital three knights met and shook hands. Two were tall, upright men whose muscles filled their shirts and suits with ease. The last had become smaller with age, many of his years spent in service to the Order, of which he had been Grand Master for twenty years.

The evening darkened the sky ahead of him, and between the shoulders of the knight brothers, he caught a last glimpse of the monastery tower before the sun'€™s light left it.

'€œKusari?'€ The Grand Master'€™s voice was soft and the knight brothers leant forward to listen.

Thomas Childe, Knight of the Thorn, took his cue.

'€œThe criminals that Kusari has sent among us, to spread fear and raid supplies, these Hogosha,'€ he said, mispronouncing the foreign word, '€œwere routed in Leeds. We discovered them engaged in assault upon a single corporate security agent and moved to render assistance.

Their bomber craft, the Mamoru, is quick and deadly, though not so quick as to match a Paladin. I wore it down without great difficulty. Further, I surmise that the Paladin should be used exclusively against Kusari threats of fighter size if we are to minimize losses.'€

The Grand Master bowed his head, an action that deepened the shadow beneath his hooded velvet cloak. The deep blue of it marked his rank in the Order, since all knight brothers beneath him wore white and silver. In raising his left hand to the knight brother on that side of him, he gestured for the knight to speak.

Sebastian of Gloucester, Knight of the Realm, responded with his usual energy.

'€œOur first foray into the depths of Kusari can only be described as a complete success,'€ he said, and took a breath. '€œDiplomatically, we have an accord with the militant Ladies of the Golden Chrysanthemum movement, and were able to re-supply at the Ainu Station in the system Hokkaido, which borders New Tokyo. We were alerted, as our brothers finished loading supplies, of an approaching destroyer and its escort, hailing from the Kusari Naval Forces Battleship Matsumoto in the same system.

'€œWe declared our determination to assist in maintaining the safety and secrecy of Ainu Station and made ready for our sortie. Led by a Chrysanthemum guide, we laid ambush and brought down all ships, excepting one Chimaera, which fled. Though we spent some small time searching, the nature of the radiation in Hokkaido masked its escape from our sensors entirely.

'€œThe command crews of the destroyer and its gunboat escorts were turned over to the Golden Chrysanthemum movement in order to secure our fresh diplomatic ties.'€

The Grand Master nodded as Sebastian drew to a close. The knight brothers waited in silence for minutes while the Grand Master considered their reports.

'€œSebastian,'€ said the Grand Master, causing the knight brother to jump. '€œYou will return to Kusari. Where there are weapons of war you are to smash them. The bearers of these weapons may claim to bring these weapons to our Bretonia. Believe them not, Sebastian. These weapons of war will not be suffered.'€

'€œYour commands are heard and understood, Grand Master,'€ said the knight brother and he stepped back, the cast off leaves of last year'€™s fall crumpling beneath his boots.

Thomas watched the shifting of shadows beneath the Grand Master'€™s hood with close attention. It was in his nature to watch, and see and pierce the obfuscations of others, but the Grand Master remained an enigma to him.

'€œThomas of the Thorn,'€ said the Grand Master, '€œAssist the forces on the frontline. Shine, and be seen to shine. Present a shield to the Kusari. Be struck down, but rise again. Your injuries will not trouble you long, be assured of that.'€

In the darkness of the hood, two eyes glittered. Without warning, the Grand Master hobbled between the brother knights towards the monastery'€™s tower, now visible by the lights within.

Taking their cue from the Grand Master, the knight brothers bowed briefly to each other, then returned to their ships.

Thomas'€™ Paladin pulled away from the ground first, searing atmosphere on the short trip to the space dock.

Sebastian'€™s shuttle proceeded at a more sedate pace. His journey would be longer; via Liberty to avoid too many checkpoints, and then to rendezvous with the '€˜Realm'€™ in Kusari territory.

There was no trepidation in Sebastian'€™s heart as he keyed in the waypoints and let autopilot take over. He had a purpose in this life.

And he would have it no other way.

Here ends this passage.