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Callsign: CrystalWind
That day, it sealed her fate...
She had only just really started to learn her trade, to find her way in life
but for her, leaving her homeworld of New Berlin to explore, could of been the
worst or the best thing she did.
She was in a basic ship called the Starflier and with-it no matter how good the pilot
was her potential was limited.
And so she went through many systems until she met a friendly outcast within the system of Sigma-13,
his name 'CrystalWind' cannot remember... but she got told the divine beauty of the Nomads or
Guardians as he called them, how they protected their dead. The Entry log was as follows:
"Greetings Outcast, how goes your business, for your knowledge i am a mere explorer
trying to find the right way of life" I say
"Greetings, Business is as usual, tiresome and profitable, and a way of life you say?
well i guess you will want to know our way of life"
"Yes, i would, Please... let me buy you a drink at Yanagi?"
"Yes fine."
Later on...
The 2 sat down in the corner of the bar with a bottle of rum "so the way of life... What do you want to know?"
"Erhm Everything?"
"Fine, well the Outcasts way of life... where to start..
The Outcasts are a group of people originated from Hispania who settled on a Planet called Malta.
When we landed we found large orange Grasses, which we eventually found out that it altered our DNA and
made us dependant on it. Despite it reducing our fertility, it increased our lifespan and unlocked
potential within our brains. But the other Hispania ship, the corsairs had a hatred of us outcasts and
so we have been fighting constantly for many years, we may be generally more skilful but they have
destroyed many of our brothers, and so we send them off near Omicron-90... when we started to encounter
rather strange beings, called Nomads. We call them the guardians, since they protect our dead from any
desecrators, the crystal blue ships... my my what a sight."
They carried on talking for many hours about these 'Guardians' until the young-one went to rest and later on she
launched and went to seek these nomads... she was curious to see if what she heard was true.
Through Sigma-19 she went avoiding the conflicts of the Bounty Hunters and GMG's against the outcasts, then through
Omicron Beta where she met more of the outcasts, all of which, saying the same thing about the Guardians.
But she heard another few names that they was called by... Holy Ones, and Spirits.
Getting more curious as she went... and into Alpha, What a beautiful system it was to her,
She used the contacts that her outcast friends gave to her to buy herself a better ship, a Sabre, a more
stronger ship able to protect itself better against any hostilities... She bought it off the planet
called Malta and she half thought herself to be a outcast now, her curiosity grew more and so she
explored the burial ground for these Spirits, these protectors of the dead. Where she found what she was
looking for:
Spirits.
The ships seemed to glow and with their graceful movement as they closed in on the trespasser, and
questioned her presence.
***Defilier?***
"Me? No no no! I come to honour those dead, and honour you!"
***Seek Light?***
" i seek ---"
All of a sudden, Ships popped out of the Omicron-Eta and within seconds started to fire onto the
guardians...
"Corsairs? Here? Noooo! Stop!"
"You protect these Things? Then you must die aswell"
and the young-one fought the corsairs to protect the guardians, to protect the dead.
It was a rather nasty fight, of the 12 corsairs, there was only 5 of the protectors including the
human... the human killed 2 when she saw a missile heading for one of the nomads and she sacrificed her
life, for the nomad.
... the corsairs didnt last long...
***Warmth?*Light?***
***Brave*Human?***
***Life?***
***Awaken***
The young-one starts to wake up... she was now a part of a new ship, a ship that looked similar to one
she tried to protect. Though she was unconscious at the time of the transformation... she writhed in pain
and agony, for the transformation period was long and painful. The nomads used a Artifact while she was unconscious while causing it to ‘power up’. This started to cause the human’s genetics to change, and as this was happening… a liquid of some sorts was injected into her to kill her human instincts and emotions, a nomad has no real need for these things. What the nomads saw in her, we will never know… Maybe they just want another body to kill humans with, Maybe they wished to gain knowledge from her experiences or maybe even to just practise their techniques….
We will never know.
***Feeling*weak***
***Where*are*we?***
***Darkname* *Kappa***
***Darkname* *Corsairs*Attack*us*you*defend*us***
***we*give*light***
***you*one*us***
***life*Warmth*light****
***Curious*Must*explore***
"Time is too precious to be idle." - Saigo Watanabe "Death is something that is inevitable, Something you cannot run away from." - Katharina Hildegard
Now going under the gaming name: Seraxia www.twitter.com/Seraxia
The new-born had only just properly awakened and she was curious. She desired to learn, she wanted to know her past, she only knows bits and pieces, that the nomad told her of...
***Darkname*Corsairs*Revenge! ***
***Rain*fire!*Metal-Beasts*Bioforms?***
Her rage built up from the story, but she was weak, she is weak... She needs to learn, To explore, and thats what she did, and so she headed out from Omicron Kappa, letting her instinct take her along the way, To Delta, To Iota... she explored.
Her home called, Her home refused...
***Seek*Light...***
***Seek*Warmth...***
***Darkname*Xerna*Home...*not*recognise*us***
***Confusion...***
She was utterly confused, she couldnt understand why what she felt as home, was refusing her, was firing upon her... and so she left for safety once again, she felt whole, but separated at the same time... she didnt have a body, just her beloved ship.
Though she did not realise she would have a body soon enough and a place of safety while her home didnt recognise her.
Off she went to explore and learn again letting her instinct taking her along again, one place to another when she stumbled upon another place she thought was safe, again her family, the nomads, did not recognise her... the structure was one of amazing beauty it was almost like a pyramid with what seemed to be a forcefield around it... a forcefield drawing power from within. But she had to leave once again, to her discomfort.
Her mindshare was severed, though she did not realise it, it was the reason she wasnt recognised as one of them and this was going to be hard to fix, if time didn't.
During her creation, her transformation... her DNA hadn't properly altered, it was rare for this to happen, but it meant it was also hard to fix. And so, she was severed to one of the most important things for a nomad, the Mindshare.
If she doesnt fix this, it would be the end of her, whether it be the nomads, or the humans, one of them, would destroy her.
Through Omicron 90 and into Omicron Alpha she went, When she bumped into a outcast by the Callsign: Thrakhath, he said greetings to her, and she was surprised for it A human being polite towards one of her kind? She didnt understand and so she wanted to learn more. And after replying the human asked if he could help the nomad.
And so the chat went:
CrystalWind: ***Seek*light*seek*knowledge***
Thrakhath: "I understand...Knowledge is always helpful"
***Metal-Bioforms?***
"Harvesters?
I am sorry I don't possess that knowledge"
***Bioforms*inside*metal?***
***Metal.Monsters?***
"I am unsure Cyborgs? Yes They can be bad."
***Cyborgs?*Harvesters?***
"My Knowledge is limited the {SOB} clan has more knowledge on this."
She was puzzled with the replies of the human, maybe his mind wasnt translating properly
Thats what she thought anyway, it was neither persons fault.
But she asked about the Harvesters, she got no reply in which she said
And the conversation got going again
***No-song?* No-tune?***
" My Apologies CrystalWind
Was in battle, the harvesters are dangerous they turn lifeforms (Humans) into food.
They harvest them. "
***Defiliers?*Hostile?***
"Yes I would say they are hostile."
***Spaceships?* Metal-Monsters?* Raining Fire?***
But when she tried to get a answer on it, someone else spoke by the Callsign:
DeLuca
DeLuca:" Ugh another jelly blob"
***Darkname*DeLuca Hostile*Tune***
" Do not say that They protect our dead from harm."
"Hardly,
Molly Cruiser in System"
***Darkname*Molly?***
"Molly's are friendly with us outcasts"
"Be Quiet jelly blob
I eat nomads for breakfast
Then spit them out!
And burn them!"
***Defilier!***
She wanted to engage...
But she wasn't strong enough and avoided the conflict
***We*weak*Cannot*rain*fire***
***Seek*home*Seek*light***
And so she went back to the only place she could properly call home for the time being
Omicron Kappa, Killing the DeLuca person and the Corsairs slowly becoming her main goal, her hatred for most humans was soon going to be noticeable.
"Time is too precious to be idle." - Saigo Watanabe "Death is something that is inevitable, Something you cannot run away from." - Katharina Hildegard
Now going under the gaming name: Seraxia www.twitter.com/Seraxia
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