Destiny

[jammi]

I was on the bridge this time. It was about time I receive a little respect... The captain had chattered at me nervously for a short while, before lapsing into tense silence when I refused to answer back. Why should I bother myself with the likes of him? I also had a Rhineland Federal Police officer accompanying me as security. Not that a single officer would particularly matter in the case of another boarding attack.

For a while I theorised about the chances of the Corsairs assembling another boarding party in time, managing to break through into Rhineland Core space and hitting the right ship Transport. Logically I arrived at the conclusion that the probability was roughly equal to being struck by lightning while residing in subterranean cave. The chances of which hover on the verge of nil, especially considering lightning doesnt occur in the void. Even so I could imagine the captain was terrified at carrying such high risk cargo as myself.

I was aboard the Kruger transport KMS-diligence, en-route to Planet New Berlin from Planet Stuttgart. I had wanted to return to Bretonia, but had soon realised it would have looked suspicious if I had returned before the news of my fathers demise had reached me. That and a bureaucrat on New Berlin wanted to make me sign some papers for customs and immigration. So I sat and dwelled on what had happened.

Of course I was glad to have survived. I thought of the woman that had saved me - she had shot Sanchez before he could decapitate me, and then brought me back from the brink of death itself. Leoni Engel... I twisted her name over and over in my mind and tried to remember her face. Apparently Id been too preoccupied to pay any real attention to her at the time. Then I pondered over the man I had killed in the corridor.

Did he have a family? A wife and children? I wondered if they knew of their loss yet, or even if they would mourn when they did. The loss of a despicable bastard I had wiped from the face of Sirius! At the time I had felt revulsion at what I had done, but was that just a spur of the moment impulse? A knee-jerk reaction to an individuals weak sense of morality and hazy perception of social responsibility? On reflection I realised what I had done was the ultimate symbol of power and control the destruction, no, the obliteration of a human life, a soul that whispered my name from beyond the material realm. Slowly I warmed to the idea.

To kill. To be all powerful.

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