Arthur Dgahr

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Arthur Dgahr
The Sindroms




[color=#FFFFFF][font=Century Gothic]The lad Arthur Dgahr was born in a simple family living in Manhattan, both of them believed to be LPI or LN pilots. When the boy turned twelve he had been notified, that the two of his parents were killed in action, by what seemed to be the nomads in Alaska. After the boy turned 17, he was tired of living with his grandparents, who were too having some difficulties to sustain the now added member of the family. Soon he was given his fathers backup ship, a mere starflier and he was allowed to escape Manhattan for the first time. The tests needed to be allowed in open space were passed without much problem and soon enough the new recruit was happily aiding the LPI LN and LSF in their missions.

After a while though he noticed the change in the way others reacted to him and he was misled by his officers about the ships he could use when serving the liberty forces. After spending all of his money of the needed equipment, he was struck to find out the fact that he was now not allowed to be in liberty space. Struck, he had to sell his ship and weapons to return to his Starflea, now no more than an observer, floating near Newark, weaponless. Raged, he soon stole a civilians ship, marked himself as a mercenary and killed more than 15 liberty police ships before having to flee from New york...

Soon he found himself in the Bretonia space, where he was greeted with the rather gentle humming of projectiles smashing against his shield and hull, having to run again and was left with nothing more than a drifting tin can in Tau 23, severely damaged and with some minor injuries as well.

Gladly, one of the Outcasts happened to come by and evacuated him from his ship and returned the mistreated boy to Omicron Alpha, Libiza base, where he soon enough found recovery as well as new friends. Happy to be alive, he swore to repay the Outcast kin with the same kindness he had received from them.

A month after he was returning from a raid from California and was heading through Magellan, when he saw a dozen or so liberty pilots heading to a unknown to him destination through the ice fields. Soon enough he found out that it was the hidden area of the Mactan base. Knowing that the Outcasts were allied with the Lane Hackers, he engaged the ships, yet suffered heavy damage and was towed back to he base. His ship was beyond repair, so as a thank you, or most probably pitty for the young man, he was given a very old looking Lane Hacker gunship, most of the server equipment missing, the power output devastated and in general, the ship was meant to be scrapped that very day. One would have to see the smile on his face when he returned to Alpha in his first ever capital ship, where he all most hit a smuggler, still not used to piloting such a big ship, especially without a navigation crew.

A few days had passed and thanks to the Malta techs, his ship was adapted to be suited for a one-man crew, of course highly decreasing its effectiveness in combat, but saving the trouble of having to explain to the crew, why should they listen to a 17 yearold...

The ship itself still continues to show many defects, like the occasional transmission and comm malfunctions, vulnerability to Ion storms as well as a few failures in navigation, so the boy is always found with a manual next to him.

Only after a few days, when he met the first Spirits in Alpha space, he found out that indeed, his parents were killed by the LN, for not swearing to hold silence about a bribe between a Corsair and a navy pilot. His hatred for the Spirits vanished, and instead turned to curiosity...

Months passed and soon the once immature lad had become a solid fighter yet with a kind soul...and still he watched the creatures the outcasts referred to as the Spirits. One of the first he met was a creature whose body emitted signals that his ships computer could decode as Telchine. The spirit was indeed not someone who Arthur was used to talk to, yet soon enough he started to understand the telepathic link others called mindshare...he found the delight of knowing the way of another species known as the K'hara.

Yet as he soon found out, not only Liberty folk seemed to not tolerate the nomads, other ships seemed to wander in Omicron Alpha to attack the spirits or worse...
He tried his best to defend the space against marauders, yet after a day when he had made a ship leave the nebula, he first met the lesser spirits that, as was rumored, protected the outcast grave. He watched them float, almost play in the depths of space before they noticed him and opened fire upon which he retreated to a safe distance. One of the first times he looked back at Malta and the rest of the worlds and humanity with a question...why were the K'hara so...other...and why was this other hated so. He was not attacked by the Guardians...the Keepers. He knew that there was much wrong what he was told in Liberty, yet he wished to find out more.

Another month passed...Arthur was sitting in his gunship and right next to him was a Keeper...Keepers, a whole three were in Alpha that day and he watched them while pondering. They seemed so happy..they did not fight each other...Maybe that is the reason they were happy, he thought to himself.

He by now had freely communicated the spirits who had shown interest in him, he began to query..like the child he was, he wished to learn, to see not what was told him by his own kin, but what the nomads saw...

The humans..he was told...The humans fear what they do not know...the seek to destroy what is not like them without any thought or questions asked..they do not seek peace, they fear and hate.

Arthur could not disagree...he had seen this in his own kin for so many years now. His species feared the new, the other so much to the point of violence..they were lost in their greed, their power, Arthur almost felt ashamed to be called a human. The word Human was now sounding like a curse name to his ears.

Then...the day came. For the first time he had met the Greater Harbinger... He was not told much...yet he was greeted...he was heared and it was enough for him that the spirits did not label him with the human darkness they had to face every day. Yet as his love for these creatures grew, the human species now sounded almost like the nomads to an average liberty raised folk...merciless...blood thirsty beings.

He, for the first time was shown the Omicron 90, the spirit system and he watched them live in peace...none was there and they did not fight each other. Of course the lesser spirits saw threat in him and opened fire, though the Harbinger kept him safe. And so he learned more and more, soon enough, every time he saw anyone in Alpha trying to hurt the nomads he would fall into rage...How could these hairless monkeys harm someone so pure in nature to kill..sell..gain profit...it was the first ship he killed with his own raged yell of ''You god damned desecrator!''

More time passed, he now flew with the Keepers and shared his mind with their own, everything he felt they did and he felt happy for the first time in many many years. He now looked at the surroundings with new ideas...he still yearned for knowing more and soon his thoughts were simple...

Why do i have to be a part of the human world...such corruption and hate...why do i have to fight mindless and never-ending wars between my own species...i would rather make my life useful.

Soon enough he was honored by being the first human who could help the nomad kin, the boy now granted to enter the nomad systems when needed. But soon after he found out that his killing of nomad hunters was greeted with hostility by the Zoners...one day Arthur was staring at two ODF tagged Zoner destroyers with their guns aimed for his ship. Even if the outcasts banished the capital ships from their space, the Zoners still held much angst for him. Soon enough the Traders Guild assisted them...and one day Artur found himself Fleeing from an Osiris class battleship through Omicron 99. Tagged as a criminal and a traitor of humanity he never leaves the Omicrons if not asked by the outcasts who saved him or the Keepers who teach him.

Recently he had met a Keeper by the name of Sil...he was surprised as the spirit did not only use telepathy like the others...but she actually was there with him, her vision was freely walking around his ship and he was told about Earth...Yet the boy was indeed fascinated about the alien beauty in front of him and he asked who she was...he was told that she indeed once was a human like him, but the Greater Harbinger had saved her from a sad fate as the people who found her lifeless form conducted experiments unknown to him.
He did feel very sad about such a life and comforted her while she was there with him, and the feelings still remain, making him wonder about something he was not taught by man or spirit...what is love.

The boy is still alive and indeed loyal to his new found ''family'' wishing that the other humans would listen to him, to know his story and to work for a better future...he even tried to reason with the zoners, but it seemed that while there was money involved, he had no chance...His hopes are now faint, yet he is still glad for the days he lives now and the days the future will bring, following the Light as the nomad disciple.