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A portion of your soul has been entwined with mine. A gentle kind of togetherness, while separated we stand. As two trees deeply rooted in separate plots of ground, while their topmost branches come together, forming a miracle of lace against the heavens [color=#ffffff]- [color=#ffffff]Janet Miles
[color=#00cccc]Twisting, turning, overlapping, entwining. Fate weaves the lives of those less fortunate who do not get to decide their lives but live it out on the track and path set for them, their personality and experiences push them down their intended paths until they cross and merge with another carrying on untill they split to meet up again at a later date how ever these all stop in due time where they but merge into one path one line and one outcome. this story is no different, a start and finish the middle is the prime if their lives but only the beginning of our story.
For this to happen the first of the two lives must be introduced. Horndale De'sousa, formally known as Johnathan Toledo an LSF agent but the thing they share is the name Sierra seventeen. In his past he knew he was somebody but he can no longer recall the information of his former self and although it bites at his heel he runs from it as he has already suffered greatly form it. He has left those he thought he had a place with even if he believed one day they'd turn on him as an expendable. Now however he sat at the hem of a place he knew as the Lane Hackers and typically they hated people like him, of the Libertarian government and more so its agency the Security forces. Nicole hunter had convinced him to join her orgnasization even though she knew that her allies wished to obtain him. He had been wanting to speak with her for quite a while more personally and in private which the only thing he had to really ask was a few simple questions he didn't want to do over something mundane as a communication connect, He wished to see her emotions out front to see the deceit or genuine look in them, as things were things were far from settling. He had but on companion he could always rely on through out the entire ordeal he had picked her up on Manhattan, He saw a strong and affectionate heart in her and that she would be loyal to him alone. She would wait in his room on Mactan, he would smile to see the joy of when he was back at tough times normally she'd curl up with him, she was good at sensing when he needed someone the most and he loved her for it.
There was always the sense with him that not only was he running from his past be he was searching for something and it ate at him constantly as visions of what must have been his memory plagues his dreams just as he starts to believe he is where he needs to be. At first he thought it was because of where he had lived, on Manhattan. In the city, in the suburb, in the town, in the country or in the forest, it mattered not. The compulsion to leave, to go some where new was unquenchable and so far unobtainable. He had believed it was also the fact of his job and having no steady way, unfortunately when he almost acquired one he blew it. He went by the call sigh Pentagram while working for the Lane hackers or as it had been explained with, there was no need to watch over his should at every turn despite his previous occupation. how ever he never could shake the feeling that he was in the wrong place with the wrong people. the station did hold something that seemed familiar to him though, Cardamine. Its scent had made him ease and even relax to a certain degree. although he had a unique immunity to it he still felt the tiniest sensation of the effects it bestows.[color=#00cccc] [color=#00cccc]Trained to survive and thrive wasn't as easy as he had believed on his own. The lack of motivation with no cause or something to fight for left him but confused and frustrated. He had lied before that he had no assets nothing that he owned himself, a woman had given him an Eagle that he'd be able to use to get off Java when those that he believed would hurt him. He was finding increasingly difficult to not do the same here.
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For when we see angels fly over head we silently cry out for them to carry us with them. but still they leave us here in the dirt and mud, killing each other in the most brutal of ways for the stupidest reasons - - undisclosed
The heart weeps for those that it has lost. It hardens so it may no longer weep again. - Undisclosed
In scientific terms of some chemistry it would take two compounds to cause a violent reaction and so with this, it's required to add in the reaction to the inaction. Miranada De'Sousa. The unknown sister to the late Horndale De'Sousa. With a delicate look about her it is hard to see her true nature, Ruthless and cunning her features mask the true strength she holds from a genetic source. Born of Braga for war and battle shes not one to become a victim of anyone but rather the predator. Although she had retained her innocence to a regard she had never fully came away unscathed from what happened through out her life. Horndale had always been a star in the dark just as she was to him they had been as one, twins. They knew each other better then humanly possible, the slightest movement could speak volumes between the two and they only ones who they knew understood them was each other, they were almost mirror images. Her brother had be recorded dead but in her heart she knew that he still wondered space even if he had forgotten all before him, He had come close to death on a number of occasions and on a few he lost his memory. she could sense that his confusion ate at him.
She had returned home once she had lost him and lost him completely so she believed. Back into the life of war and death, she thrust her self upon it. The weapon she was to control was developed long ago for both her and he just as there were others, failed as they might the De'Sousa weren't just a family name but a line of Warriors, Soldiers with the desire to battle in their genes. The Sierra and Oscar projects were connected for the soul reason Miranda and Horndale were twins and could work on a level no others could. The project was to not just have them control Exo-selektion suits but to be connected into them. To feel and touch, to see and smell to hear and to sense, specially designed for the one person these would connect into the neural and brain functions of the driver. Being able to access the Neural net by and search it and be able to hold communications with just a thought. They had rebelled in the end, they escaped without such instruments. She her self had escaped once more with but a Ravens talon she to had ran from the past but with no direction it was only fate she could rely on.
"A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams."
A New place and and a new time, something he had needed to acquire and so he had, he traded in the Eagle for a Ravens Talon at station Java. He only stayed for what he needed, after his last visit he obtained the information It had quite a lot of Order agents or at least enough power within the station its self to keep him from getting supplies as they tried to get him to be compliant, Admiral Galonski had requested his presence or rather just a communication to talk to him. However he had been more then a little stubborn and had said made it clear he wasn't going to speak with the man unless he came in person knowing full well this wouldn't happen how ever he also had himself stuck. He left Java in the Ravens Talon and headed into Orkney space, from there to Languedoc, Dauphine, Burgundy and then Champagne and lastly the planet for the Council.
The air was cold from the snow that surrounded the place and he couldn't help but let a smile play across his face, his breathe smog-ed out before him. his hands moved to the zip of the jacket and stuffed his hands into the pockets and hunched his shoulders forward a scarf wrapped around his neck loosely. Gallia, a place he had only really heard about but as he walked the path off the flight pads he couldn't suppress the electrical buzz of the new place, the feel of it and the smell of the snow and the city, the language he understood nothing of besides the typical phrases of Bonjour, Mademoiselle, Monsieur, Merci, Non, Oui and Au Revoir. There was a small sense of familiarity here how ever but it didn't strike him as it ever had before as quite like this a sense of home. He had some learning to do and some things to stir up.
"Home is not where you live, but where they understand you."