*Hysterical scream blows away the silence in the small research chamber*
Test Subject: Why are you doing this to me?! I've told you everything I know!
*A very good looking women in doctor clothes is standing close to the bed of the prisoner. She is holding a digital notepad and is typing rapidly. Suddenly she turns towards the armored black glass*
Doctor: My Lord, the results are not as promising as I've predicted. In fact things are getting worse. Jarrow: Your failures are of no concern to me doctor. I want results and I want them now.
*Patient is crying loudly*
Test Subject: What do you want from me, Doctor?! How could you do this! You've sworn an oath to help people not torture them!
*The women faces the prisoner and fixes her glasses*
Doctor: Do not interrupt me when I talk to...
*The door opens and Lord Jarrow steps in the room. Wearing his known life support armor. He was grim but hidden below the helmet that was unable to be noticed. He slowly moves to the patient's bed where the prisoner was tied immobile. With calm metalic voice he begun*
Jarrow: The oath you spoke off...I assure you, the doctor is well aware of and yet...she is in no violation. Do you know why?
*Prisoner's gaze hastly switches from the doctor to Jarrow and visa versa for several seconds before answering*
Test Subject: You...you are crazy. ALL of you! I am part of the Royal Navy of Gallia and I deserve my human rights! How can you say I'm...
*Jarrow raises his metalic fist and stomps it down at the prisoner's hand, crushing his fingers. The prisoner shouts loudly for a time. Jarrow continues*
Jarrow: You declined being part of the human race in the moment you've sworn allegiance to your so called King. Everyone out there part of your, Hell Guard, are all sinful of protecting the interests of a deluded Monster. You are nothing but a sack of meat and bones that is shaped in our image, to fool us that you are a human but in fact...you are not. Do you know what you are? Your existence is to serve that Monster and do all the atrocities he desires until he is satisfied. And you've done quite a lot of them. You are a failed experiment to create the very thing you currently are - a broken demon. And as failed experiment we shall assist you to become complete...
*The prisoner eyes open wider. He is clueless. Jarrow moves away from the room*
Jarrow: Doctor, with me. Prepare for stage three.
*The doctor follows him out of the room*
Doctor: This is Lydia to research team Alpha, increase the dose by 300%. Begin once preparations are made. Code Green.
Doctor Lydia checking the results of Test Subject 109.
*The injectors above the prisoner's bed begun to be filled with purple shining liquid. Once they got ready, a green light indicated they are filled at max. They rapidly stuck the prisoner's body, injecting all of the liquid instantly. They were followed by the screams of the prisoner.*
Jarrow: Deploy the Azurite gas immediately. Doctor: Yes, my Lord.
*The doctor quickly arranged the procedure by typing the commands for authorization at her digital notepad. A purple thick gas clouds appeared that filled the whole room where the prisoner is located. Five minutes later*
Jarrow: That should be enough.
*The doctor repeats the procedure but this time the gas clouds were removed from the room*
Doctor: We might enter, sire, the room is secured. Jarrow: Then let us interrogate our guest. Again...
*Hysterical scream blows away the silence in the small research chamber*
Test Subject: NO! Demons! No! Stay back...stay BACK! Don't get close to me...AAaaaaaaa!!!!
*The good looking doctor checks her digital notepad*
Doctor: My Lord, the results are promising. The subject is ready for...proper interrogation.
*The eyes of Jarrow were filled with joy. "At last" he thought"*
Jarrow: Doctor, leave us.
*The doctor left the room*
Jarrow: How do you feel? Test Subject: The demon talks! You...you must be an alien of some sort! Don't hurt me! Jarrow: I don't plan to hurt you...yet. Tell me what I need to know and perhaps we can arrange your...departure, away from this place. Test Subject: I can't...I can't escape this place, Demon! I try but the flames won't let me! I am doomed...please do something to stop the pain! Ahhh the burning pain in my eyes... Jarrow: Where are you?
*The prisoner calms down by the look of the "demon" who is doing him nothing but questioning. Still he can't stop blinking due to the itching inside his eyes*
Test Subject: I think you know where I am...at your home. Yes *he giggles* I am in Hell! *The prisoner bursts in laughing* Jarrow: What do you see around you. Explain me everything. Test Subject: I...I...I see fire...lots of it. All around me. But wait wait...there is more. I see a space ship!
*Jarrow raised his head*
Lord Jarrow questioning Subject 109.
Jarrow: What space ship!
*The prisoner reacts to this swift move made by Jarrow, it scares him because from his perspective it was a Demon raising his head with horns. Still he managed to continue talking*
Test Subject: It looks like space ship...but I think its not. I don't know!! Jarrow: Clarify. Test Subject: Ugh...it is very round, it reminds me of a donuts *chuckles* well kinda... *bursts in laughing* Jarrow: Try to be more...specific. Give me more details. Test Subject: Well it might be an alien one...you know them aliens *giggles* they are not grey...they are BLUE! *laughing*
*Suddenly the prisoner spills blood*
Jarrow: Have you ever seen something like that before? Anything? Test Subject: I...have. Once...or twice... Jarrow: Where!? Test Subject: Here...in Bretonia *coughs*
*Jarrow slowly starts walking towards the prisoner*
Test Subject: Wait wait...stay there...I...I can't stay normal if you come closer. I feel so uncomfortable. You are...ugly *giggles* Those horns...no eyes...wait you have eyes...black eyes. Aww please don't stare me with these eyes! Just stay there...that's right.
*Jarrow does a move backward and awaits*
Jarrow: Speak. Test Subject: It does look a lot like that what I see now above the flames. My crew called it Dur Shurrikun. We found this in...*interrupted* Jarrow:...Chester. Test Subject: So? You ate from these donuts as well? *bursts in laughing, followed by blood spill* Jarrow: Not yet...tell me do you see anything else? A sign perhaps? Test Subject: If I tell you...promise me you wont eat my soul! Promise me! *giggles* Jarrow: "I Promise". Test Subject: Good. Thank you, I guess. You are kind demon. I start to like you. You give no pain and me like not get pain because it hurts a lot *laughing*
*The doctor voice is heard from the surrounding systems*
Doctor: My Lord, the brain of our "patient" is deteriorating rapidly. You have very little time before he dies. I would advice to...
*Jarrow shuts the system off*
Jarrow: Hurry or I will eat your soul right now. Test Subject: No, you won't...*chuckles* YOU WON"T! Jarrow: Why do you think so out of a sudden?
Lord Jarrow, overseeing the experiment.
*The prisoner's eyes are staring at the roof of the room at one point. No matter the itching the eyes keep gazing*
Test Subject: Because of them! They arrived to save me...at last...so many...and yet so few. Jarrow: Name them. Test Subject: They are so beautiful and bright...light shines...me likes...me loves. Save me from pain...my Angels! Jarrow: Name them... Test Subject: Ooo the light...it heals my eyes...thank you Angels...bringers of Life and Light *chuckles and spills blood* Jarrow: Name them! Test Subject: Outcasts! They are Outcasts that shine brighter than the SUN! They are ...Ora *blood spills everywhere*
*Jarrow's fist is brought upon the prisoners head, crushing it. He is breathing deep and slowly. He is thinking*
"I knew it. All this time and we were blind. Following the path of darkness while the Light was desperately shining above us, revealing the path...the only path for eternal salvation. Outcasts that shine brighter than the SUN. *Imaginative laugh* How foolish to describe them like that. Indeed they are or were once an outcasts but they are no longer. They've become the bringers of Light and knowledge to those that are desperate to seek and gain it. And recently I've become quite desperate...To know more about what I do not understand nor ever will...yet. It is time..."
Jarrow: Doctor, alert captain Robinson to prepare his ship for my arrival. He will be given an important mission. Doctor: At once Lord Jarrow. Jarrow: And order this...mess to be cleared. Test Subject 109 proved to be...cooperative but if only his predecessors were willing to do the same, they could've saved us quite a lot of time, don't you agree? Doctor: I agree sire. Interrogating 109 subjects proved to be productive but inefficient in terms of time consumption. I would recommend if next time we start with...*interrupted* Jarrow: Doctor I am leaving this decision in your capable hands. Now, excuse me but I have to prepare for my meeting. Doctor: Your meeting, sire?
*Jarrow marshes swiftly and is building some distance away from the clueless doctor. Walking down the corridor, leading to the elevators, he is thinking*
*The sun of Chester was radiating bright red light which was turning the whole space in to a light show. Lucious Robinson, captain of HMS – Royal Sovereign, was observing this phenomenon from the bridge of the ship, when suddenly…*
Robinson: Attention! Unknown vessel spotted and closing. To your stations men. Be on High Alert!
*Bridge doors opens, Lord Jarrow enters*
Jarrow: Stand down captain Robinson."That" is the guest I was expecting. Robinson: As you wish, Baron. Standing down all weapons. Jarrow: All personnel - leave the bridge, immediately. Captain, inform my former crew not to worry. Everything is under control. Robinson: Very well.
*Jarrow jams all communication channels except the one coming out from the bridge. He changes the encryption level to be set at maximum. He is closing to the bridge window observing the outcast ship closely*
Jarrow: So...you have arrived just as I expected. The...subjects...thanks to whom I was able to get your attention proved to been saying the truth about this place.
*After few seconds of silence*
Jarrow: Don’t be silent. Speak to me... I am following the path of Light you shown us in New London…thanks to your gift...the Azurite. Show me the Light as you see it...and I will do as you command. *nods* Oracle|ThreeWinds: I can’t help but notice how this thing looks like a fish.
*Jarrow maintains silence for a moment and raises his head*
Jarrow: I wasn't expecting you to have such sense of...humor. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Well, often people take things a little too seriously. Jarrow: To be honest was expecting something...speaking higher of itself and to pity those around. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Ohhh..Pity..its a human trick. Jarrow: I've never witnessed the wonders your kind have revealed us in Bretonia. Never...Our House was always considered uninfected, in the eyes of the others compared to Liberty, Kusari and Rheinland. But suddenly we got your attention...I would like to know why. Oracle|ThreeWinds: To be frank Rhienland and Liberty have been....hungrier then your House or even Kusari. Jarrow: Hungrier? Are you referring towards the people you infested? Oracle|ThreeWinds: Closer to humans digging up the graves of the old ones. Jarrow: So, why Bretonia...why now? Oracle|ThreeWinds: So, to get all the wonder out of the way there inst much I can tell you about this. Its mostly due to the Gallics whom..well.. Jarrow: Gallia is a cruel force. We never knew Nomads like the other Houses but I can fairly conclude that they seems as powerful as your kind. Or even more powerful. Oracle|ThreeWinds: They are being led by a man who beliefs he will succeed. But I know they will not. They will accomplish much but will stop short of their goal. Jarrow: I have limited knowledge of your kind, but I know emotions still exist ...aren't you afraid? Afraid to be defeated by Gallia? Oracle|ThreeWinds: Fear is a dark emotion. Few of those exist within the Light. Though they know of it. They know... they can inspire it just as well. And as far as weapons and technologies...the Light withhold much more. Then they bring to bear on mankind. Jarrow: Knowldge is powerful tool to wield against anyone. You are a walking "book" , filled with knowledge which I would like to “read”. Oracle|ThreeWinds: It is my duty to answer those who seek.
Oracle ThreeWinds, seen from the bridge of Royal Sovereign in Chester system
*Jarrow moves around the bridge and observing the Red sun of Chester*
Jarrow: I would like to learn from your teachings. Don't be confused of a possible hidden agenda. I am aware your kind is far more ...intelligent than mine. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Oh they are vastly more intelligent then I as well. Being adopted that is the first thing.. Jarrow: Still...I can't resist the itching need to know more and...become more. When I saw the Asteroid your kind thrown upon us...I was shocked. Not from the object...but from the lack of information that lead to this incident. I felt like all we knew was nothing in comparison to the power of the evil spirits knows as the Nomads. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Stunts such as those.. are signposts to the gallics. We know what you can do.. what you can bring to bear.. The risk is that the gallics will ignore them. We are comfortable with the current... balance. Jarrow: Gallics are of no concern any longer. Knowledge is all - Power to wield the Light and see clearly the future. Oracle|ThreeWinds: If that is what you desire...
*Jarrow kneels slowly*
Jarrow: I would like to become one like you. To feel the surge of purity inside my veins. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Then if it is your truth. Then you will become.
*Jarrow rises*
Jarrow: What must I do? Guide me...Oracle of the Light. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Though do not forget. Should you wish to become completely free. You may need to leave this human world behind. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Not tomorrow or in a week. But when you feel there's nothing else and you will feel this… Jarrow: That might be of an issue but I recommend we use what I have to offer, until the day comes when "that" wont be needed. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Good…you understand. Jarrow: I maintain high position in this House. I am acting minister of the defense of the Realm of Her Majesty the Queen. I believe there is much I can offer from this...position...to the Light. But I am afraid of being exposed. How can I communicate with you from now on? What must I do? Oracle|ThreeWinds: Interesting. Well as you know the hunger of knowledge is grand.. for us we can only speculate of the goings on of the court. Jarrow: With me there wont be need of speculations....I will be the connection between our world...and yours. What you need, ask - and I will answer. But there is one thing we must be clear about. Oracle|ThreeWinds: And it is…? Jarrow: Just because my people are blind...doesn't mean I would give away from them easily. I don't want you to keep assaulting the people of Bretonia. You might fight the military...its their duty to fight back...but leave the innocents away from this. Oracle|ThreeWinds: I can only say that in war.. innocents are often caught... between us and those who have wronged us. Hmm.. A wanderer could deliver a seers eye to you.. Jarrow: What is seer's eye...Oracle? Oracle|ThreeWinds: A seers eye …if you were to see it would seen to be a marble of unremarkable mineral. But its a vary…"low tech" transmitter but beyond suspicion. And process to analyze it would destroy it. Its vary delicate. Jarrow: Is it safe to be used from anywhere? Is it traceable? Oracle|ThreeWinds: Only a telepath can sense it. Humans are telepathic...in a limited sense...but have long disregarded those seances. This will awaken yours.
Lord Jarrow, listening the Oracle's speech.
*A smile arose on Jarrows hidden face*
Oracle|ThreeWinds: The only group I know that awoke their full potential were a group of zoners. Their line.. was highly suspect by their own.. zoners and order persecuted them.. so they went deeper into space...They could by line of sight speak to the K'hara freely Jarrow: How were the order able to trace them down? Oracle|ThreeWinds:: The zoner group was sold out by their Freeport administrator. I believe by that example alone.. is the reason the Light has not sought complete annihilation. They could never isolate the genetic sequence that gave them the ability...neither could we for that matter..However..the youngest daughter..is my good friend. And when your ready, you will meet her… Jarrow:It would be an honor. Oracle|ThreeWinds: She takes you from when you complete learning from me. She has..a much larger mind. Jarrow: Where is your home? Oracle|ThreeWinds: Most of us stay home on Malta. A few of us seek and gather information in the shadows of space. Jarrow: How many entities are in the Oracles? Oracle|ThreeWinds: At current?...oh dear..Exarchs like me? There are 9. Around 58 Windcallers? I think? A hundreds of thousands of Seekers. Jarrow: How many individuals you have, that are currently working in the Governments of all Houses? Few? None? Oracle|ThreeWinds: Many more in the intelligence areas...perfectly human. But Seekers. We don't...like to put them in danger? They elected to assist and learn from us the least we can do is keep them safe. It isn't so much that we have seekers within the Order, the Houses...and various corporations. The vast amount in other groups. Jarrow:Oracle...I forgot my manners.How can I call you? Do you have a ...name? Oracle|ThreeWinds: I am Thomas...Three Winds is the name the Light gives me. You will have an identity of the Light,eventually, as you get closer to your personal truth. Jarrow: Is..."Thomas" your old human name? Oracle|ThreeWinds: Thomas Aquintas the third. The past master teachers were all Thomas's. But it isnt a position of authority - we all share it. Jarrow: So be it, Thomas. Oracle|ThreeWinds: As you have some authority...and are in a high position…our…associations are based on merit. Which means while i know much and can translate and promote understanding..I am a child... Jarrow: So, from what I understand you do not have the kind of...agent...I had a vision to become. I would like to be the first of a new kind of agents...such that would maintain their position and be undetected. Is there hope in the Light for my vision to be realized? Oracle|ThreeWinds: There is a way they say. But you will have to be ready. Jarrow:Ready for what? Illuminate the path for me, what is to be ready about? Oracle|ThreeWinds: Well your body as is.. will ruin. So we would have to...put you in a new one. And take this from my experience...it isn't...like changing pants. Jarrow:That might be easily arranged, considering my situation *Observes his life support armor* Oracle|ThreeWinds: The human body is.. intrinsically human the moment it is altered or changed...that gives those who are looking a clue. So while this new "platform" is not complete yet. It should work. Jarrow: As long as my mind remains the same, it would be no different for me what "skin" I wear. As long as its safely hidden from preying eyes within this armor. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Good. But its still a big transition. Your mind may need to stretch a bit. Jarrow: I understand. And like I pointed out, we need to move slowly or we might end up blowing off my cover. How can I contact you again, Thomas? The way I've managed to...arrange this meeting was not easy one and would not like to repeat it again. Oracle|ThreeWinds: The seers eye will be in your possession soon. Otherwise you can send a message into the neural net anonymously.
Close range scanner preview of the intruder.
*17k away from their location, an unknown vessel is spotted.*
Jarrow: Impossible! Long range scanners indicate someone is closing. I am activating the ship’s cloaking device. Sian,Breacon: Sian: Aey'u.....oh… Oracle|ThreeWinds: I didn't read an ID...But you may need to destroy my ship.
*Sovereign’s Cloaking device is turned on*
Jarrow: I will maintain the cloaking field engaged for several minutes before we depart. I had something else to ask you about. Oracle|ThreeWinds: That was fast.I’m jealous. Jarrow: My field can maintain the ship invisible for 15 more minutes so, we have little time left. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Mine takes time but it is indefinite.
*Jarrow stomps with his fist the window of the bridge*
Jarrow: It was foolish to believe we would not be traced here. I doubt this one was close enough to scan us, nor he did heard any of our discussion, since we were using a secured channel. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Oracles are harmless we can stage any amount of incidents to establish your loyalty. We... do not feel pain either. Jarrow: There will be no need for such...measures at this moment. This pilot will find nothing.
*Sian continues to scan the area at 15-17k, trying to track the ships which were currently cloaked*
Oracle|ThreeWinds: Just be cautious. your is a rare thing. You will find it. Wanderers are...very good at delivery will draw it off. Jarrow: Very well Oracle Thomas. I will depart. Once the Seer's Eyes are ready...contact me privately. Send your call to "Baron Piett”,Maximum security, Jarrow Island.
*With these words Jarrow cut the transmission off and opens the ship’s log file where the history of all transmissions was saved. He traces the long list down to the final “new” file and removes it permanently. He is thinking*
*Baron Piett is sitting in his office at "The Sage Tower", Jarrow Island. On his personal computer he was reading the message sent to him by Thomas - Oracle Three Winds. He wrote down a quick respond and then he opens a file named "Top Secret: Nano Protection Technologies" and scrolls up the multiple images of armor types until reaching the one he was looking for. Doctor Lydia was present at the office but was paying attention to her notepad when suddenly...*
Jarrow: I think the prototype of NPT-VX we created will suit me well in this mission. What is your opinion, doctor? Lydia: Frankly I believe exposing yourself would be dangerous enough even after the precautions we've taken. But yes...I agree this model, even if only a prototype, is the best we can spare at the moment, considering your request. Jarrow: What is the quantity of these armors we have in reserve? Lydia: Well, *checking on her notepad* two - by counting the prototype of course. Both are outdated models, in comparison to your armor. Jarrow: That is a risk I am willing to take. Order the preparations to be set. I will be arriving shortly. Lydia:*fixing her glasses* Very well, Laboratory 11 will be ready in 15 minutes.
NPT-VX Prototype armor.
*Jarrow closes to the huge window behind his desk and silently observes the falling lightnings, created by the storm outside. Several minutes later he goes to Lab 11.*
*"The Sage Tower" was the secret laboratory located at the top of the small palace on Jarrow Island. There its scientists were currently assisting doctor Lydia in changing the armor of Baron Piett. Due to his multiple public appearances his current armor has become a "mark" that could easily describe who was the person inside. Because of that it was ordered the "mark" to be removed until the upcoming mission was complete. In this way anyone that could see or hear him would not recognize his true self, because the Baron have not removed his helmet in public for nearly three years. The change was painless and took half an hour to be complete.*
*Doctor Lydia types the commands on her notepad to shut down the robotic assistants of the laboratory*
Lydia: Everything was performed flawlessly. You may find this mask uncomfortable but it will allow you to breathe normally and...it makes you look like an outcast. To be honest, you look like these cardmine traders from the black market. *she smiles* Jarrow: As long as I don't look like the man I was...my appearance is irrelevant. Lydia:*checks her notepad* My Lord, captain Robinson just informed me that your ship is ready. The Templar you've requested is located in Royal Sovereign's main hangar. Jarrow: Excellent. Doctor, you may return to your research projects. Lydia: I will, just...we are expecting you to return unharmed. Stay safe. *she quickly leaves the room*
Lord Jarrow in his new suit of armor
*Lord Jarrow raises his hands to grasp the hood of the prototype armor. He covers his face with it. Afterwards he takes the corridor leading to one of the landing platforms, where a shuttle was already waiting for his arrival. Few hours later the shuttle docks inside Royal Sovereign where captain Robinson was expecting the Baron.*
Robinson: Baron Piett, the ship you've requested,the "Claymore" is over there in Hangar side 3. I've arranged the modifications you required and the tests confirmed there are no issues with any of the systems. Jarrow: Good work, captain. Let us head towards the spot we've discussed early today. Robinson: I've already set the course. We will be there in few minutes.
*Cortez System, C4 - Royal Sovereign cloaking device shuts down. Its main hangar doors opens and a "Templar" class bretonian fighter is departing. It's setting course towards Coronado jump hole and disappears from the scanners of the battleship*
Barrier Gate Station, Coronado.
*Baron Piett has reached Barrier Gate Station. He was looking for an outcast that could assist him to get to planet Malta and if possible - to drive him to the Temple of the Oracles. He spent a day on the station but there were no candidates that could earn his trust. Thomas told him that EL would be at the temple for few days, so he decides to go on his own and not lose precious time. He proceeds to the hangar bay where his "Templar" was located and sets off from the station.*
*Luckily, the paths of Light proved once again to be clear, for those looking to walk upon them. An oracle was spotted in the vicinity of the station*
Oracle|Prophet: Greetings. "Claymore": What a nice coincidence. Another member of the Light - just when you need him.
*Jarrow switches to secured channel where both of them could talk undisturbed*
"Claymore": How do they call you, oracle? Oracle|Prophet: Some know me as Overlord Jared Nomak. Some know me as Prophet. And what do you seek? "Claymore": Exarch Three Winds have invited me to your temple at Malta. Oracle|Prophet: I see. "Claymore": He is my teacher in the path of Light which I recently agreed to follow. Oracle|Prophet: A student, hm. Good. There are many paths to walk trough. We will bring them to you. "Claymore": I hope I can trust you this discussion wont reach anyone ears but the oracles alone. Oracle|Prophet:*he sighs* "Claymore":*coughs* Have I disturbed you? Oracle|Prophet: My purpose, that I serve. Is higher than you will ever imagine. I'm a "man" of trust. How I can help you? "Claymore": Forgive my human emotions - doubt is something I relay on in my life - to maintain my profile intact. I don't trust people easily but to you, I know I can. Oracle|Prophet: I see. "Claymore": Going to the temple of Malta would be a long trip...dangerous as well. If you could escort me there, would be more than I can ask for. Oracle|Prophet: I can provide you security. Exarch assigned me as their hunter and agent. I travel everywhere. As you can see, I am given some special technology in order to do my purpose. Therefore, I can accompany you to Malta, but I cannot stay there. "Claymore": Why are you unable to stay on Malta? Intel suggest you are honored beings there. Or is that wrong? Oracle|Prophet: Currently, I'm residing here. I'm securing the perimeter from some, individuals. Perhaps, you've heard of Auxesia Battle-group. "Claymore": Sadly no...the war with Gallia have diminished our BIS affairs...our intelligence suffer greatly. Oracle|Prophet: Battle-group Auxesia are ex Core agents. They are forming alliance with Ghosts of Razgriz and exiled Maltese. In order to brake current administration of Malta. "Claymore": Core...Order...they are all the same. Without understanding of the bigger image - Co-existence with the Spirits. Oracle|Prophet: As you may know, there is Ancient Gate here. I'm it's Keeper. "Claymore": My scanners indicated the gate but it is impossible for me to activate it. Where does it leads? Oracle|Prophet: It's a home system to other people like me. Agents, Keepers. I cannot give you out too much. "Claymore": Unknown pilot arriving...we better move on. Oracle|Prophet: Let me escort you to Malta. "Claymore":*nods* Then let us proceed.
*An hour later somewhere around Tau-23*
Freeport 10, Tau-37.
Oracle|Prophet:...and do not worry. Exarch has shared me his words on you. While residing Malta, watch where are you going. Green cloud is restricted. "Claymore": Meeting you is an honor. The paths of the Light are unpredictable and yet - simple and clean. Oracle|Prophet: Yes, meeting you is honor too. Now, I wonder. Does the administration of Malta knows about your arrival? "Claymore": Probably not...unless Three Winds told them to expect me. Would be better to arrive as a normal friendly agent to the Maltese nation checking "old friends". Oracle|Prophet: Hm. We will need to stop in Tau-37. I will need official word from Exarch in order to proceed. "Claymore": As you command. I will follow. Oracle|Prophet: Hopefully, it won't take long to recieve answer. "Claymore": Hopefully mother Saturnia is not going to ascend before I arrive to meet her. Master Thomas told me there is little time left. Oracle|Prophet: Indeed. So, how exactly you will do what you intend. "Claymore": Well, my ...position is going to allow that. Jared...tell me, do you have a seer stone in your posession? Oracle|Prophet: Not at the moment. What is your name? "Claymore": Baron Piett, Lord of Jarrow - minister of defence of House Bretonia, KBE. Oracle|Prophet: Impressive. Well Baron, you will have to stay at Freeport 10. "Claymore": Call me J...we need not to blow off my cover.
*Few minutes later Tau-37, E5*
Oracle|Prophet: Contact the bartender and tell that Jared sent you. He will know what to do. You will get an apartment and equipment. "Claymore": Understood. Oracle|Prophet: I need to go back. Farewell, and keep low profile until Exarch contacts you. "Claymore": Thank you Jared. May the Light guide your path. Oracle|Prophet: Same to you. Safe skies.
*Traffic control alert: "Claymore" has requested to dock at Freeport 10*
The folder from apartment 323
*Lord Jarrow docks his "Templar" in hangar bay 3 at Freeport 10. He goes straight to the bar and asks for the bartender.*
Jarrow: Good day, come closer... I have to ask you something in private. Bartender: Hola! How can I be of assistance, senior? Jarrow: Jared Nomak sent me.
*The bartender grins revealing few golden teeth. He pulls out dozens of key cards from his pocket and mumbles something on himself*
Bartender: Aha...there it is. Take this card senior and go to apartment cell 323. Inside you will find, well...whatever is necessary. *chuckles* Jarrow: Thank you. Here something for the trouble *nudges 500 credits* Bartender:*places the credits in his pocket* Muchas gracias, senior!
*Jarrow takes the key card and goes to apartment 323. In the room, on the bed, he finds a folder with the symbol of the Maltese nation. Inside the folder there are Outcast documents and ship activation key card with name "CQL-Gen I "Gladius" Maltese Light Fighter". The ship was stored at hangar bay 1. Jarrow took off his hood and sits down on the side lounge below the window. The space outside was illuminated with cyan light, giving the feeling of being on a planet instead on a space station. The phenomenon got the attention of Jarrow for several minutes before he falls asleep, dreaming of his bright future*
*On the next morning, Jarrow is preparing for his trip to Malta. Locking his room, he goes straight to the bar to check if any outcasts are nearby. He receives information there were no such people around at this time. Jarrow frowns that for the second time he is about to be delayed and decides to press on his luck. He goes to the Hangar bay where the "Gladius" light fighter was located. He enters the cockpit and opens the data log of the ship, checking for any outcasts that could be in the system. The outcast technology of the ship have managed to establish connection to a distant brethren named "Disciple". Jarrow sends a short message that he is in need of assistance. He undocks from the station and waited several minutes when suddenly on his sensors he sees a green dot closing with a name above it "XTF-Disciple"*
Rogue_Shadow: Hello there fellow outcast! [-=XTF=-]Disciple: Greetings... Rogue_Shadow: Mind to lay me a hand? [-=XTF=-]Disciple: Strange to see someone in Tau-37, alone. What do you need help with? Rogue_Shadow: I was at the bar of Freeport 10. A nice lady got my attention, so I had to stay for a time. *chuckles* I feel dizzy, would you help me get back to planet Malta? *he lied* [-=XTF=-]Disciple: Dizzy...? Hell of a night, huh? Rogue_Shadow: This cargo is expected from my cousin. He is a dealer there. I can pay you 500'000 credits for your assistance. [-=XTF=-]Disciple: Sounds fair enough for a simple task. Power your engines and follow me. Rogue_Shadow: Simple? Come fly that thing drunk to the roof! I will set my ship on auto-follow status, otherwise I wont make it. *sighs* What a night. [-=XTF=-]Disciple: Your only dangers is confused in the direction in Omicron-80 and heading for that minefield. Rogue_Shadow: Take my advice, if you see Sharona in this bar...do not approach her. [-=XTF=-]Disciple: My pleasure comes from battle. Rogue_Shadow:*chuckles* There are many kind of battles, senior. [-=XTF=-]Disciple: Well...the battles where you "trade" deadly projectile at enemies of the Nation. Those kinds of battles.
*Few minutes later, somewhere in Omicron-80*
Rogue_Shadow: By the way, have you heard anything about the Oracles? [-=XTF=-]Disciple: I just know they are some shady group, actually there was one near Malta not 5 minutes ago. Rogue_Shadow: My cousin told me once they live somewhere in Malta. I never bothered with religious folks. But Sharona, the lady I told you about, mentioned they are nice people giving huge discounts on cardmine. I was like...why not visit them to get some cheap doses. So you know anything? Where is their temple for example? [-=XTF=-]Disciple: Nah. Haven't really talked with them. Rogue_Shadow: No worries then. I will ask my cousin and his gang.
*In Omicron Alpha, approaching planet Malta*
Rogue_Shadow: There you go the credits I promised *500.000 credits sent to [-=XTF=-]Disciple* Well, I will be going then...the cousin is expecting the package. Stay safe and...stay away from Sharona for good. [-=XTF=-]Disciple: Watch yourself next time, women can be devastating to men.
*The XTF pilot turns his ship and cruises away. Jarrow's Gladius remains near the planet*
*Half an hour later few Oracle ships were spotted on the radar and were closing fast*
Rogue_Shadow: Greetings Master Thomas. I've finally arrived here at this sacred place. I hope its not too late and "She" is still here. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Hello. So, an interesting ship choice. I cant even fit in that. Rogue_Shadow: Oracle Prophet, Jared Nomak, assisted me. The bartender of Freeport 10 seems to be his friend. I only told him the name and he provided me with all that was needed.
*Landing on the platform of the northern gorge Thomas is out of his "Rapier" - seeing if anyone else had followed. Jarrow's "Gladius" lands on the platform next to Thomas's ship - shutting down his engine and comes out of the fighter. He is wearing a new set of black armor with black hood covering half of his face and a life support mask, similar in design to the outcast one. He notices Thomas and closes to him. Thomas looking odd himself with no nose and slightly blue in skin color, points to a corridor and heads for it when the two join company*
Oracle|ThreeWinds: It isn't far. I would have pointed it out from up here but..I hate heights. Rogue_Shadow: *Jarrow nods and follows Thomas* How are we going to reach the Temple of Light? Oracle|ThreeWinds: There's a tram to a sky car lot. The bus...usually is parked here but not today... Rogue_Shadow: That doesn't sound suspicious at all. Do you have many visitors there in the temple? Fellow outcasts from XTF group did know nothing about where the temple is located nor how to reach it. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Regulars...And likely Tolomon has the ship, err bus, trading to the east where its warmer..There is only one "XTF" who has ever been invited to the temple.
*The rail tram approaches but is mostly empty. Thomas grabs the seat near the door. He looks around and notices the time is still quite early for shifts to change. Jarrow follows Thomas and takes the seat in front of him*
Oracle|ThreeWinds: Lucky to hit it now.... before the rush. Rogue_Shadow: Are the other regular outcasts in favor of your presence being here? The way to reach your Temple seems quite ordinary as well - are they fine with all this? Last time you've told me some would like to have you removed from here. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Well, there are families that find any sort of spiritual group has undo...political influence on the people. But we've never attempted this. Politics is...a manipulation of the goal. And mutation of fellow mans relationship and supposedly that's a political strategy as well, so we cant win...even if we aren't playing their game. For now our relationship with the Cross is a good one. And as regimes come and go they learn to leave us be.
*The trip was short - the first stop flew by. Thomas stood in anticipation of the second stop...and gestured Jarrow to follow. Jarrow follows Thomas obediently. He gazes at the barren lot...as it was empty.*
Oracle|ThreeWinds: Everyone is using a car? There's only 12 farms nearby. Well this is embarrassing. Rogue_Shadow: I thought someone could be expecting us...maybe the lack of organization is diminishing the...tourism at this land. *chuckles*
Oracle Threewinds - Thomas
*ThreeWinds finds a bench after hitting a call button near a brochure kiosk - loaded with all kinds of tourism destinations and posted notes*
Oracle|ThreeWinds: Well. I'll have to try New London public transit system. If I ever get a face lift. Or a new body. Rogue_Shadow: I can't hide my frustration...is mother Satrnia following this exact path in order to reach her Holy place? *astonished* Oracle|ThreeWinds: Satrina really is something else...in fact I blame her for all this. She probably sent 24 people to 24 different places. Rogue_Shadow: What is to be expected when I meet her? You have given me very little information about her...status. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Well. Shes physically in her thirties...grey skin...yellow eyes. Normal woman...seemingly. Where I learn and pass on wisdom as I learn it, shes imbued with many secrets and since her ascension...even more. I prefer to explore shes... sedentary protects the home front.
*Sky car flies over and keeps going. Thomas looked hopeful*
Oracle|ThreeWinds: It all becomes clear..Humans takes time to integrate the lessons..we try and compress them without cutting the vitals. Rogue_Shadow:*Jarrow faces the oracle* Thomas, since this is our second meeting but first one in person - tell me something. Do you trust me? After what we've been discussing last time - you look like someone who is trustworthy and yet you do that...lightly. I was sincere with my decisions but you on the other hand proved to agree on all I said without question. Oracle|ThreeWinds:*He looks back at him* Everyone has a path. And when they speak it their voice resonates of that path. Rogue_Shadow: So, you knew I was telling the truth? Is that what you are trying to tell me? Oracle|ThreeWinds: I could tell you I listen to more then your voice..when you speak..but your intention is behind every word. I trust that. Rogue_Shadow:*nods* You truly are a divine being, oracle Thomas. That means a lot to me. The last thing I would like to do is to create a ring of doubt between us. Your words have cleared that away. Oracle|ThreeWinds: Oh, we can all do it when we remember. Children before they learn of lies just speak wholly and completely. Even if its a babel..its a truthful babel. Rogue_Shadow: Hmm...is Satrina dangerous to young seekers like me? If she does not like something about my reasons to join...she could kill me? Oracle|ThreeWinds: Shes imminently dangerous. You should have seen her lobotomize the gang leader trying to collect protection a week ago. A perfect hybrid. but more...solomon khara then even I could be. Her motives are clean. She will not judge you personally.
*Sky car sets down empty in the lot an umbilical cord connects to a port in the front and a light goes yellow on its rear*
Oracle|ThreeWinds: That one goes green. We can take it. Rogue_Shadow: Very well. Oracle|ThreeWinds: They gotta charge up first. Dont worry about Satrina. Just try and...listen as best you can. Rogue_Shadow: There is no doubt about that. Oracle|ThreeWinds: I'll tell you her mother was easier to understand. She at least was human. But I was in transition figuring out what I was and why my nose disappeared. Rogue_Shadow: Your appearance is not disturbing me.
*Three more sky cars land and connect to their charging platform.*
Oracle|ThreeWinds: That's rare in itself. I've seen people with fur..Imagine fur..stuffed into a cockpit or any kind of heat? ... that has to smell horrifying. Rogue_Shadow: Yes, I am aware of some of these experiments upon humans - some of them ending with...changes to the DNA and mutations of the skin and its hair.
*With a ding the first cars light goes green and Thomas hops up.*
Oracle|ThreeWinds: No ones taking this car from us.. *darts over to it. Jarrow follows him and enters the car* Rogue_Shadow: Thomas, wouldn't it be easier to just land our ships in front of the temple? *chuckles* Oracle|ThreeWinds: You'll laugh.. *shutting the door* had to turn our hangers into living space. Which reminds me..Were at a point where we can staff large ships again..and making a special temple vessel.. *sky car taking off* is on the drawing board. Something that can be mobile and safe for everyone. Rogue_Shadow: I am sure it would save the people a lot of time and nerves to get to your holy place. By the way, in the message you sent me - you've mentioned the Seer Stones are ready. Is Satrina honoring me by giving them in person? Oracle|ThreeWinds: Well, if she's there - I am sure she will. If not...I get to wade through the...god awful mess...of her room.
*Few minutes later the temple campus in the distance. Immediately visible is the black pyramid and the violet light from its apex. Jarrow raises his head, observing the distant building*
Rogue_Shadow: Marvelous. Who built all this? Oracle|ThreeWinds: Nysk. Rogue_Shadow: Who? Oracle|ThreeWinds: Nysk was the matron mother for many centenaries. Rogue_Shadow: The former one? Oracle|ThreeWinds: Yes. She was there since my great great grandfather.
*Upon closer inspection there are three polygonal buildings around the pyramid outside of the center are newer - more shelter like buildings. With what looks like a hanger good enough for several freighters but full of people. The car lands down and both passengers get off. Jarrow slips his hood down the face*
Jarrow: These people don't know me but extra cover won't harm. Thomas: Don't worry about them. Were all family here. Jarrow: You have no spies around? Ordinary visitors, looking to track people like me...who are devoted to this cause? How can you be sure none of these are LSF, BDM or any sort of agents disguised and prying around.
*They were headed for the pyramid but when he said that there were fits of laughter all around the campus*
Thomas:*laughing* Oh don't mind them..they remember the last agent that came here. He ended up staying though...
*Jarrow nods and follows silently. The inside of the pyramid was evident to have an roman-greco architecture. On the inside many old wooden pieces of furniture and tables some bare and some with books and artifacts on them...most of the artifacts are actually powered and working which would be alarming to a normal person.*
Thomas: The inside was remodeled recently..used to be completely bare..but when father died i brought all the furniture from the plantation here and sold the land to turn the hanger into a barracks from the infirm members..some...of the worst cases of cardamine abuse live here as well. Jarrow: You care to treat these "worst cases"? Most are probably addicted freaks...useless. I've seen a lot of them in Bretonia...nothing but a wreck. Thomas:: No one else would..*Thomas grasps a lectern and sets it in the center of the room*. People keep moving this thing...I uh..don't actually sense her here.... Jarrow: You mean...she is gone? Thomas: Hrm...I'll go find her. You should have a seat. And if I don't come back, then something has gone wrong. Jarrow:*frowns* I will stay here then. Just...inform me if something is not alright via the communicator.
*Thomas lumbers off behind one of the pillars. Sounds of going down stairs could be heard. The room isn't silent though. There is a slight orchestra of odd noises coming from the building itself maybe even the artifacts...Suddenly the air changes becomes charged hinting a different presence has entered from the outside. The air smells of jasmine then there are the footsteps. The buzzing sound is filling Jarrow's mind and he is getting nervous. He heard the footsteps and turns back trying to see the one causing them. A barefoot woman has cleared the entire room almost upon him. Her features are symmetrical almost like they were...designed. Which is unusual since even the most beautiful faces as imperfections and oddities. Her grey/blue skin is apparent as she passes / floats by Jarrow...taking a seat without so much of a sound of impact on a fairly old padded chair opposite him. She is wearing red robes and hood. She sat down and crossed her legs - taking a moment from the cold air outside. Seconds later she finally noticed the hooded figure in front of her*
Mother Satrina, Leader of the Oracles
*Jarrow observed the ghostly women that passes by him and was amazed of her beauty. He pulls of his hood, revealing his bare face, carrying scars from burning*
Jarrow: Are you...are you the one they call mother Satrina? Satrina:*she nodded. Jarrow has the suspicion she is looking at things he cant see..* The name is mine. *answers with echoing voice* Jarrow:*bows* My lady, it is great honor to meet you in person. Master Thomas told me very little about you and yet...that was enough to present you as someone worthy of being called a celestial being. I guess ThreeWinds already informed you about who am I and what I plan to do...Would like to receive your blessing. Satrina:*her head shakes from side to side a bit* Irrelevant...I hear screams and fire i smell smoke and burning...sadness...fear...Speak of these things you hold onto. Jarrow:*stares in her yellow eyes for few seconds*Well, my attempts to keep Bretonia safe have caused me great pain and suffering. That what you hear...or probably see is the my own past and failures. I was part of a secret project to develop a wormhole that would send these savages...the gallic navy...in to the unknown - far away from here - but the experiment went wrong. My ship was destroyed, with crew dead...only few have survived. Thanks to my wife...who is chief doctor in my laboratory I was able to be revived...my condition was critical and that is why I am forced to wear this...life support armor...I am like a broken shadow of my former self but only physically...My spirit and faith to maintain the better security of my people is the reason I stand here today in front of you... Satrina: You gave everything. You sit on a golden throne crumbling. As one man...what are you looking for? Jarrow: I want to be something more...not this broken body which is slowly decaying...I want to maintain my status and keep my people safe...then your kind have shown me the path with the shadows of the asteroid thrown at us...thanks to what was inside I found a way to contact Master Thomas and he encouraged me that the path of Light would be my brighter future...I want to serve you, my Lady...and in return to make sure our kind does not get involved in your affairs. If possible to achieve a peaceful co-existence between our species. Satrina: Your choices light the way...The song sings truthfully...you know we must be separate until there is understanding. Jarrow: ThreeWinds told me about the Seer Stones...they could allow me to contact him and even some of the celestial beings - the nomads...If that would be possible - then my work as an inside agent, part of the government of Bretonia, would be far more easier and safe...My soul is ravaged...If I could, I would like to shred away my skin and join you right now in the celestial heavens...but that would not solve the issues of my House...nor the issues between our species. Satrina: Those before me warned about the control over humans led to disaster. To have agents of their own mind within the halls of power is essential...a poor puppeteer would lead us all into oblivion...but within you I see a kings shadow. Power isn't the goal...understanding...is the goal..within this is light. Fear, anger, woe, war...death....these are the dark things. They cannot serve either of us anymore. Jarrow: You are wise...your words are divine...all those fools of my specie out there follow empty religions but you...you are pure and real...you deserve to be our beacon of Light and Hope for a better and brighter future...You understood me well - my reasons to remain as I am for now - in order to spy my own kind and make sure no harm is done upon your specie which in return shall maintain peace between our worlds, turning the ashes of our present in to a peaceful Utopia for our future.
*Satrina hold her hand out palm up..like a magicians trick she moves her hand palm towards herself and a stone falls into her other hand*
Satrina: We are all capable of being divine...but it is the choice that makes you worthy. You seek truth...you seek to be clean. *she stands, placing her free hand on his head* the nerves are damaged...I must realign the neurons...but I cannot work with a scared tree...will you be healed? Jarrow: My best scientists are working on an improved nano-cell recreation serums which possibly will diminish the time needed to heal...but I will never be the same man as before...nor I want to be - I look ahead now. Progress must be made for sake of the progress...looking back at the past will serve me no good... Satrina: You can keep the scars... Jarrow: Scars are the only physical reminder to us humans...of our failures or our best of achievements. I am not ashamed of myself...*Jarrow sighted the strange stone at her other hand* Satrina: Shame no..To be something new..this is the first step. Your...'meat' is cooked. The stone..may not work...well..much pain..damage..the right parts..I can heal. *closing her eyes* Jarrow: The right parts, my lady? Satrina: The heart. The brain...the core of your body.
*Footsteps from the stairs beyond the back pillars. Its Thomas, he appears and silently takes a seat*
Jarrow: Most of these wounds were already healed thanks to the life support armor and medical care of my scientists...but I guess your powers would be far more sophisticated.
*She shrugs tune up..tuning up..gold light emanates from the hand on his head. Odd itchiness occurs but as it subsides he should start hearing the sound of the stone*
Satrina: The mind must be made clean...so that it can explore with your guides.
*Jarrow hears strange noise coming out of the stone like a mixture of a thousand voices, speaking of an unknown language*
Thomas:*observing* I suspected you might have neural drift..cybernetics can cause it. It maligns the natural energy of the body..that's why we try and get cybernetics out of the seekers.
The Seer's Stone
*Satrina stops the redness on his head abated - "All done". She handed him the stone. It was much smaller in his hands and she floated back over to her chair. Jarrow observes the small purple stone on his open palm. It was resonating smoothly now and the noise was not so strong...the mixture of voices was like a melody where sirens sing beautiful song, soothing him*
Thomas:*looking at Satrina as she sat down* Your room is a mess. Satrina:*ignoring him* He should stay awhile. Meet people...I need to summon Nistae, so he has a guide.
*Thomas nodded in agreement and she floated away through the hall behind the back pillars. Jarrow placed the stone in one small box and moved it inside a pocket on his utility belt, then turns towards Thomas*
Jarrow: Where did she go? And who is Nistae? Thomas: When shes on two legs she uses the pyramid to communicate with the home of light...the chamber is below this one..and Nistae is..what..we would call a High wanderer...He coordinates the others of his kind and one of them will be with you undetected and assist you. Jarrow: I see...one of them spirits to be my own guide...This is strange but I feel safe...somehow I am full of devotion. Thomas: Wanderers are good learners of humans. They spend most of their time observing them. Jarrow: So, the wanderers are not the ordinary...nomad "warriors" we refer as fighters bombers and other human affiliated combat vessels...right? Are they dangerous? Thomas: They can be. Any being of the light have power..but they do not accomplish their goals via violence..Thats for other castes. Within line of site they can literally...control your body..had it done to me..wasn't fun but the point was made that there are intellects cool..cold..unsympathetic and quite more powerful within the light..though in this case they will work with you so you can understand and explore your potential. They need not touch you to do this - you have the stone for that. Jarrow: It will be...exhilarating to meet this wanderer who is going to be my guide. How can we...understand each other? I've never being assaulted by nomads mentally...*pointing at his pocket* Is the stone going to act as translator of some sort? Thomas: It will govern everything so things aren't too fast or too slow. Its more than a translator, more than a radio - its intermediary between both worlds. Jarrow:*after seconds of silence* Is mother Satrina going to be back soon? *sighting the place where she vanished* Thomas: Were you waiting for her? Jarrow: I don't know...perhaps I was...her presence was somehow forcing me to embrace any word she says. Like falling in love...*confused* Thomas: Oh..Well that's just because she hasn't scared you yet.
*Jarrow imagines some kind of grotesque figure with tentacles grabbing and raising him above... Jarrow shakes head*
Jarrow: Probably... Thomas: Yikes. That was vivid. Thanks for sharing.*rubs his head* No, shes as you see her - shes not hiding anything. I was referring to her when her mind is fully awake...because when shes asleep or dreaming - she is on two feet... if that makes sence. Jarrow: Thomas, then are we finished here? Thomas: Sure, unless you want to stay.
*Jarrow imagines Satrina's beautiful face and how they could talk more...how she explains him the secrets of the universe...He shakes head again*
Jarrow: No, would be better if we go now. I have other matters to attend to in Bretonia and my visit here already costed few days. I don't want BIS agents to start looking for me. Thomas:*nodes* that must be a drag..constantly being hounded..The cars are automated. You can actually take it all the way back to the spaceport if you wish to. Jarrow: Before I go then, would like to ask one final thing. I would like to know approximately when is that wanderer going to contact me, so to be ready. Thomas:*he thought and.. brought up his experience* It may already be there...If not I would say if you left now...it would likely find you en route or..wait for you..the wanderers are...everywhere after all.
*Jarrow raises his hand in order to present a handshake with Thomas*
Jarrow: This is how - you are aware - humans tie their relations and cooperation...so, thank you for all you've done for me. I am sure we will meet again very soon. If you need me you know how to contact me - both ways. Thomas: I'm sure..don't be afraid to visit though. You know the way. *shakes hand with Jarrow* Jarrow:*imagines Satrina* I will do so, but that won't be soon.
The sphere locket, used to contain the "Seer's Stone".
*Jarrow enters the car and pushes the buttons to set course back to the landing port. The car builds up fast distance from the temple and jarrow turns to witness the amazing view one more time before the temple disappears from the landscape. An hour later he was present in the hangar where his "Gladius" was located. He jumps inside and fires the engines, heading towards Freeport 10. An hour later he docks on the station and moves back to his apartment. He opens a chest near the bed and from within he takes a small sphere with strange ornaments. He opens his utility belt pocket and grabs the small box with the Seer's Eye. Jarrow left the box on the bed and takes back the sphere - which parts could be rotated in different angles - a cipher decoding in order to transport rare artifacts unnoticed inside it. After few rotations the strange sphere opens. Jarrow carefully takes the small purple gem from the box and places it inside the sphere - sealing it within. He stands up observing the room for any evidences he could have left inside. Under his mask, he smiles - throwing the Gladius control card and the folder on the bed where they originally were present during his first visit to the apartment. He locks the room and goes back to the bar where the always happy bartender was cleaning some dirty glasses.*
Jarrow:*points at the bartender to come closer* My job is finished. Here the card for the apartment and...something for you *pushes small disk with transaction inside of 50'000 credits* Bartender:*grins a smile revealing some golden teeth* Always, senior, always for the friends of Jared Nomak. *takes the disk and places it inside the pocket of his dirty pants*
*In hangar bay 3, Jarrow's Templar - "Claymore" - was refueled and prepared for take off. He enters the cockpit and places carefully the sealed sphere in a security box under his seat. Fires the engines and undocks from the station - heading back towards Bretonia.
Few minutes later strange noise strikes his mind, evolving in to a melody where a dozens of sirens were singing a soothing song on an unknown language. But several times he clearly could hear his own name in between the words...*
*The traffic of Manchester system was oddly loose. Without any problems the "Claymore" - Jarrow's Templar VHF, was able to reach the jump gate leading to New London system. He was aware of the gate's cameras and logs containing any ship using it. He override the gate's protocol and the machine was activated - taking him back to the capital of Bretonia. On his way to the planet, near Canterbury station, a police officer appeared. He was scanning the passing transports but in the moment the "Claymore" was in range, the officer turned his ship towards him. Inside "Claymore's" cockpit - near the control module - the button "incoming message" begun to flash with green light. Jarrow's smile faded but with no hesitation he pressed the button*
BPA Officer: Halt, Bretonian craft. Irregular energy readings have been detected on your ship. Come to a stop and cut your engines. "Claymore": Understood, dropping speed and setting engines to idle. BPA Officer : Your ship registers as part of the Intelligence Agency. State your name and rank. "Claymore": Special Agent - nickname "Claymore", MI6.
Canterbury Station,
where the BPA officer caught the Jarrow's ship.
BPA Officer: Scanners report artifact contraband in your hold, you and your ship are not registered as hazard transport vessel and personnel, and are in violation of Bretonian hazard transport regulations. Relinquish control of autopilot and prepare to be towed to the nearest BPA impound. "Claymore": Officer, I am part of a secret operation of our Intelligence service and am in no position to follow your orders until my superiors receive this cargo. I hope you would understand the situation clearly to be out of your control. Do not interfere. I assure you the artifact in my cargo hold is harmless but needs to be placed under the supervision of our scientists for further analysis. I will override your request by presenting you my security code "Blue-#02-Hat-#363-75-Purple-#13236".
*long pause - the officer was checking for legitimacy of the code *
BPA Officer: Err, your code checks out. Alright you're free to go, removing this encounter from my logs. "Claymore": I will inform my superiors the Bretonian Police are performing their job flawlessly. This will be all for now.
*Minutes later "The Claymore" docked on planet New London and head towards Jarrow Island. Due to the security code - giving him clearance from the traffic - the ship was able to reach the castle on the island without delay. Once it reaches the final destination he landed inside an underground hangar. Baron Piett came out from the Templar fighter. Holding tight the case containing the sphere locket - he marched directly to the top laboratory of his property - "The Sage Tower". There he would have his current armor removed in order to change back to his own uniform - the one he used during any announcements. Under his hood he smiled. *
*Six hours later a small police transport approached Landing Pad 3 of Jarrow's castle and docked. Inspector Casey Renei with two officers at either side came out of the transport. One man was large, covered in scars, maintaining an idle expression that he was already beating up everyone in the room in his mind. The police uniform sits on him like a bow on a pit bull. The other officer was smaller, scrawnier, the sort who's skill in combat isn't based on his ability to take a hit. His uniform was the sort that was rough, unkempt and likely looks that way the moment he puts it on. He's glazing around the room as though mentally attaching a price tag to every object. The Inspector radiated absolute contempt, her world consisted of one group; those beneath her, and the other men clearly understood that. Casey Renei appearance fitted in with the other men, the police uniform didn't look quite right, the weapon strapped to her side wasn't standard issue, and several unusual patches on the uniform hinted sections of hidden body armor. The only thing that suggest she was law enforcement the word 'Police' on the clothing. Nonetheless her badge was fitted prominently on her belt, clearly displayed to show her authority. She had the relaxed stance of the person who has an ace up their sleeve, was slouching slightly and maintaining easy eye contact of someone waiting to be impressed. The trio approached one of the black armored security guards that was waiting them on the other side of the landing pad*
Security Guard 1: Greetings ma'am, please state your business. Renei: I'm here to speak with the Baron about a very delicate matter. Security Guard 1: I see. Please wait while I contact our chief of security. *noise coming from his communicator* Sir, we have three police officers, inspectors to be exact, requesting a meeting with the Baron, over. Security Chief:*answering from the Guard's communication device* Roger. Hold on, trooper. Renei: Is there a problem? Or do Inspectors from the Investigation Division need a day pass? Security Guard 1: It will take only a minute ma'am. I suggest you... Security Chief:*noise coming from the Guard's communicator, again* The Baron is expecting them. Escort the guests to his office, over.
*The security guard waved at the trio to follow him all the way from the landing pad to the main hall, the elevators and the long corridor before they reach the Baron's office which was located close at the top of the small castle like building. In front of the office were present two guards, with similar armor with the one that was escorting the guests*
Security Guard 1: The Baron is expecting these guests. They are clear to proceed. Security Guard 2: Yes, we've been informed. But the Inspector's escort is to stay here - Baron's orders. Renei: We're police officers on an investigation, not some trumped up armed forces man looking for an audience! Security Guard 2:Inspector, nobody is going to lay down a finger on you here. We will make company to your bodyguards. You may proceed. Renei: Very well, they can stay here.
BPA police shuttle landing at the top of "The Sage Tower".
*Renei enters the office, which was a small room, decorated very simply. A metal desk was located at the end of the room in front of a huge window revealing breath taking view of the half island and the ocean around it. Small couch with table was located per each side of the office and above them - bretonian flags. Around the flags could be seen paintings representing the Baron's life while being in the Bretonia Royal Navy (BRF|), the Armed Forces (BAF|), Fleet admiral, his peerage awards, present achievements as minister of defense and some with the royal family. Aside from these details the office was clean and somehow empty. Baron Piett was standing in front of his desk and was waiting for his guest to enter.*
Jarrow: Welcome to my humble castle, inspector Renei. I can not hide my surprise of your sudden arrival. Usually inspectors don't bother coming here...uninvited...unless of course there is a good reason. Please, sit down *points at the couches*
*Jarrow moves behind his desk and leans on his chair, turning his helmet-covered face at the inspector. She sat down, looking at Jarrow idly while barely bothering to keep the condescension out of her voice.*
Renei: Tracking your officer here wasn't hard. I don't doubt the average officer, intelligence agent or interested party wouldn't have been able to follow you unnoticed, but within Bretonia the Investigations Division has access to substantially more resources then any other single organization.
*She sat back, looking rather smug.*
Renei: It's quite impossible to reach the capital without being scanned or recorded in some fashion. An agent having security codes from the Minister of Defense and the Intelligence Agency might get them access past checkpoints and through customs unchecked, it can even classify the details of a ship's IFF to remove it from public scanners. However every time you use a security code to cover your tracks or bypass a police officer they have to authenticate it somewhere, and that somewhere is us.
*Leaning forwards, placing her elbows on the table in front of her and resting her chin on her hands she looked straight at Jarrow.*
Renei: Frankly when the system pops up a message saying that an officer requested confirmation of a high level BAF security code it leaves us with the obvious question: why was it needed?
*Jarrow was listening the inspector silently. After Renei finished her speech, Jarrow stood and moved behind his chair, observing the stunning view outside for seconds. He was expecting problems but not so soon and not from the Bretonian Police. Jarrow underestimated the efficiency of his House police security and was caught...or so they thought. He turns back at Renei and begun to speak*
Jarrow: I am proud that in times of war and chaos our police forces, especially the investigation division, remains to maintain highest standards. You have arrived sooner than expected. Nevertheless, you are here to investigate so I would like to see your evidence.
*Renei takes her notepad and opens some classified files with images of the caught BIS agent and his cargo of an unknown "artifact". Images follow the agent on his way to Jarrow Island where he was recorded to have landed*
Jarrow: You are right inspector. Don't be surprised of my sudden desire to share all this with you. There is simply nothing to hide...from those like you. You've performed a flawless investigation that lead you here, so it would be foolish attempt to lie...oh no inspector...I am not a liar. Look around you...all this I've earned with my own capabilities. I've been recognized by the Queen herself on many occasions but aside from those corrupted nobility that are out there...I've reached these achievements with my own hands...and help from none. Perhaps you are confused? Don't be. I will indulge you with more explanations...
*Jarrow closes at the inspector and sits in front of her and leans on the chair, pointing at the notepad on the table with the classified file still open*
Jarrow: That agent is not part of our Intelligence service...he is working for me. He was under cover, disguised as BIS agent in order to deliver me an artifact. Perhaps you wonder why was it just one and not many more in his cargo hold? This artifact is rare...and of great importance to assure Bretonia safety in the future. No, not from Gallia but from "them". Those aliens - none of us was prepared to face. An entire asteroid clouded our cities...these same cities and people you are desperately trying to protect from criminals and black market smugglers and whatnot. *he pauses* These cities...those people were about to be annihilated in a blink of an eye because of our foolishness and lack of knowledge! I will not allow that to happen ever again...that is why I had to do something...we all are in need of knowledge to understand what are we up against. We are blind, inspector. Blind from what is to come. *he pauses again* If a small piece of hope for the future of Bretonia lies down in this...artifact, then I will stop at nothing to research it and deploy a counter measure. I have always served my country and will always do - that is what I assure you to be the truth of my intentions.
*Renei was quiet for a few minutes, absorbing what Jarrow had just said to her. Eventually she seemed to reach a decision. When she spoke she sounded different, the arrogance that marked her previous words was gone, her tone, while certainly not friendly, was no longer as hostile as it had been. As though she'd accepted on some level that he was no longer a mark but a potential client.*
Renei: Would it surprise you to hear that it's not the first time I've heard something like that? There are more people then you might think who believe the Government aren't doing all they can, that perhaps the means do justify the end.
*Like an edge came into her voice, an underlying bitterness and resentment.*
Baron Piett in his office.
Renei: Many officers in the BPA feel that way, they're the ones who's hand are bound and end up helpless to help where help is needed and put an end to those who hide behind technicalities of the law. There's far too much corruption in Bretonia, people hiding behind self righteous beliefs of ethics while willing to ignore those who are willing to tear Bretonia apart for their own gain. It's time that corruption was used strengthen Bretonia. Think of Bowex and Gateway. You to know that I've seen Gateway ships attacking Bowex transports? How much effort has been wasted in their petty struggle for a monopoly?"
*She look around conspiratorially before turning back to Jarrow.*
Renei: But that has it benefits. The new snub factories on Sprague, I believe you were a key supporter of that project, yes? Did you not think it odd at how Gateway gained such detail of the supply contract that they could underbid Bowex, to, in fact, make the project cheaper? We gave it to them. How many credits were saved from filling the pockets of rich CEO's by their own eagerness to oppose each other?"
*Renei sat back again, scanning Jarrow helmet for a hint of what he was thinking. She looked, for all the world, like a believer in what she had been saying. Jarrow did notice Renei's sudden change of faces. "What a little tricky inspector...She might be useful...she will be." - he was thinking and smiling under his helmet*
Jarrow: Inspector Renei, I believe the more we talk the more we begin to understand each other. Nevertheless, make no mistake - your schemes are of no concern to me. Your ways to get rich...if that is your goal...is of no concern to me at all. Do not be offended. I live to serve the people of Bretonia - not myself alone. I've already opened my vault to support the war front by donating 120 million credits and around the same amount to order the construction of our prison and royal liners on top of their maintenance. I am far from those corrupt nobility or greedy CEO's out there. But the way you handle things could also be translated as support to the people, even if it reeks of corruption inside your...division. Whatever you do or how - you seems to have results. Your presence here proves that. *he stood up* That is why I would like to extend my hand so we could reach...a mutual benefit in future. Perhaps we can combine our efforts and work together for Bretonia sake. *he raised his right hand*
Renei: We each have our own ways of using what has been given to us. Your own method of sending your officers out collecting very rare, artifacts and trying to smuggle them through customs doesn't exactly leave you looking bright and shiny either, Baron. We might do things differently from each other but I think there is the possibility of mutual understanding and aid. We both have things the other lacks.*she stood up and raised hand as well*
*Jarrow shakes hand with Renei and points at the notepad on the table*
Jarrow: I hope you will handle the cleaning of this...mess about my agent and maybe some more in the future? *chuckles* I almost forgotten - you are chasing your own goals as well. Do not worry inspector Renei - you will be handsomely rewarded with anything you do for me. *nods* Renei: Handling things quietly is a specialty of ours. I'm sure you'll have no trouble contacting me again if you need of our services.
*Jarrow and Renei left the office. The Baron escorted the inspector to the elevators where they shake hands in front of their bodyguards, then Renei entered the elevator. She walked out of the Jarrow's castle to the landing pad where her police transport was docked, her two police officer thugs following obediently behind her. Jarrow had surprised her somewhat, she'd expected an old fool with misguided beliefs. But he'd been, sharper, then her initial expectation. Driven. She climbed up the transport stairs and took her seat. As the transport took off she activated the communications panel and accessed an encrypted channel. It picked up almost straight away.*
Renei: He bought it boss. Just a believer in 'for good of Bretonia' rubbish, thinks we're in on it too. Don't know what he was really up to with that artifact but in the mean time...*Renei paused and smiled* I think you can add the good Baron to the client list. Supercilious unknown female voice: Excellent news, Renei. Perhaps I should pay Baron Piett a visit, introducing him to the one in charge...of our secret affairs in Bretonia. *lofty laugh*
*Baron Piett observed the leave of the BPA shuttle. Once the vessel was away from the horizon he called doctor Lydia*
Deciphering the sphere locket.
Jarrow: Doctor, begin procedure of unlocking the sphere. Dr.Lydia: As you wish. The laboratory is ready - we were waiting for your orders. Jarrow: I will be there in a minute Dr.Lydia: Very well, Baron.
*Minutes later, Jarrow was observing the robotic arms deciphering the sphere locket in the laboratory. They were changing the rotation and speed - trying dozens of combinations in seconds, in order to unlock the locket. Due to the incidents this day he ordered Lydia to lock the sphere in case the inspectors begun a search for the artifact in the moment they landed at his castle. It would take weeks to unlock the sphere or even months, but the creator of the sphere locket was none else than doctor Lydia herself - and she was one of the most loyal fanatics around the Baron. She was typing special admin codes allowing the robotic hands to trace the needed combination.
Several minutes later the sphere locket separated in its two hemispheres and the "Seer's Stone" remained to levitate in the center between them.*
*Jarrow entered the small laboratory and marched forward until reaching the gem. While moving he removed the glove on his right hand. Damaged skin was revealed - healed but with scars that remain after a serious burn. He stood above the "Seer's Stone" for several seconds before slowly raising his exposed hand and grasping the small object. He felt like falling in to deep sleep. There was light in front of him and he was traveling fast to reach it. He felt no pain, nor the weight of his body - only joy and warmth. Understanding of time vanished - traveling like that for hours but in fact it was only a mere second. By closing to the light orb in front of him he heard a soothing inhuman music. He felt presence - like someone was watching him and then a voice appeared. That same voice he already heard several times on his way back to Bretonia. It was singing...No...it was talking to him on an unknown language. But this time he could hear the words and even understand the meaning behind them.
Suddenly he was embraced by the soothing light projected from the globe in front of him and the colorful images around have increased.*
*The voice was in his mind...or it was the opposite - he was in someone's mind? That feeling was unknown to him. He could feel the presence of a powerful being...or that being could feel his presence? It was impossible for him to understand. Then the presence, through that voice begun...*
"Se'rana, shal'a no're Firmus...I welcome you, Firmus...
D'ome la ni'ra...You are in my mind...
T'ome lo ni'ra...I am in your mind...
Yag'dra dom no Tag'ra la ni'rasa...I am here and our minds are one..."
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