You know they say this world is driven by fate... every man, woman, child, serves a purpose. Those purposes are furthered by events, which means every event has a reason, a reason tied to fate. But you know what I think...?"
A young man takes a drink, pauses, and finishes his glass before turning again to speak.
I think that's the biggest bull excuse I've ever heard, "it was fate". I got a question for ya 'friend' -he beckons the man sitting across from him to lean forward- did fate throw on a uniform and put a gun to my daddy's temple? Huh, did he make me watch while he "carried out the law" and left me in the hands of a crying mother... Naw, that's some ----. That wasn't fate, that was a man having a bad day, who decided it would be someone else's last. Fate is the half ass excuse that some priest is going to give me to help me cope and legitimatize a whole system of bad laws and bad men... Where's the trust that the government promises eh?...
...the young man is obviously bothered, but takes a moment to relax and asks for another drink...
And you know what the kicker is? Oh no they couldn't leave it at that, ha! To top off the icing on the cake they took her too, ah yeah. We went down to try and report this officer, and what happened..? -another long drink- they found me a way home, said my mother was staying for questioning. I knew not to trust them, can't trust anybody. Behold the next day when two officers show up, along with that bastard who started it all, and brought me off to a boot camp for real youngin's. Eight years old I watched 'em kill my daddy and drag away mom, the same bull government that "protects and defends the freedoms of Liberty!". Ha! How can anyone have faith in that ---- now...
-the young man stoops a little, obviously feeling the effects of his drinking-
that's some hell eh Comrade?
The man sitting across the table nods slightly, then orders a few more drinks.
So -continued the drinking orphan- I got dragged off to this camp, and couldn't have been happier- or more pissed off... but it helped that the day I first learn to kill a man was a week after I learned the name of the man who had joined my family in an event of "fate". Heh. Hey, so...
The young man leans in
I've heard you sing a bit different tune then most others, can I trust you to keep word?
The man sitting across nodded again, his stern look not offset by his extremely distant, professional manner.
The day I killed that officer was the day I knew. I knew what I'd find myself doing. Not a chance in hell I'd spend my life doing anything but tearing down those bastards, men who paraded themselves as pariahs but couldn't be further from priests if they were the devils themselves. I traveled, and it was the same elsewhere; Bretonia, Kusari, I didn't even bother heading the the Rheinland-bunch of --- pigs... and I'll help tear it down. That's what I've heard you do, you do it for your Coalition... I think in time I might too, but for now I want my chance-not for the kids who will follow, not for some higher cause, but now for me. My road to redemption will take me straight through hell, and I'll be taking every officer-beauracrat-whateverthehell who purports the circle of lies that is every government body in this galaxy...
The man reaches for his drink, but then instead turns to the man opposite him at the table..
So that is me, and whilst I've heard nothing of you, and have very limited knowledge of your "Coalition", there are only rumors. But know you know now me, and how rare it must be when I speak these words and yet now I speak them to you, can I trust you? Trust you to bring me to this "Gorodetsky" so I may realize this opportunity?
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[5:57:11 PM] InfernalTater (Lewis) [Formerly TLI-Inferno]:meanwhile, Aces 'I don't always miss my destinations, but when I do, I'm on the other side of house space.'
