*An Eagle with vary old outcast marking on it comes closer, IFF transponder routines confer with the sensors of the craft. The vessel is infected, alien bacterial scouring is evident on the hull but not in great amounts, the energy of the ship blurs int he manner that a wild craft would. not to mention the hook/horn like protrusions from the weapon mounts look specifically alien.*
"Eternity lies ahead of us, and behind, Have you drunk your fill?" The ship signaled.
*It came closer so extremely short range transmissions could be used.*
"Comms are patched and secure.. What can we help you with."
You can help by docking on my ship, today you are my guests.
*Cleaver welcomes his guest, and shows him to the dining hall, where a huge table is set up, filled with everything one could image, synth paste foigrás, luxury food, even kyushu rice, and of course, plenty of whine; the hall is surrounded with holographic displays of malta, a landscape of orange grass floating on a gentle wind under the sun*
"Eat hermano, you are at my home, and i always like my guests to feel my home as theirs as well, i hope you are confortable, and this remembers you of your long lost malta; this is my gift to you."
*After the meal is over, the holographic displays turn, the sun is blocked with clouds, and it starts to rain, the rain is purple*
"Do you see this hermano? its my vision; i captured and recorded it on a holoband; did you bring the purple rain? will you show me my destiny?"
* Thomas/three winds looked at the spread after coming on-board the ship. For limited periods of time he could.. "pull in" the xenoforic scars and alien features that had twisted him. Of course his long black hair was long gone... couldn't replace that.. but he could keep appearances.. "normal" *
"Purple Rain..." Thomas remarked.
he thought where to start...
"They were gods, you see. The ones who came before that created the divine as we see them... Many scientists and xeno archaeological doctors asked me and mine why do we not worship the Daam K'Vosh?..." Thomas stopped for a moment.
"Faith is sometimes easier when your gods aren't there to ... challenge you.. guide you.. transform...*he looked at his hands.. transparent blue veins had started to show* transform you.." he smirked.
he looked tot he holographic details... only a seer could recount the story of "the fall" without hearing it.
"The story of the fall is well known to my order... The rains came after a world, ruined by abuse, war, and empty of life. The ones who came before tried to re-ignite sentient life there in their image but something didn't take it changed what was left however...
Ishmael was the world... Malta is what we call it the perfection of the indigo rain, the liquid was delivered by the divine by the command of their creators.
Though this was before the Slomon K'Hara were.. "awake" as you or I are awake. The secrets of those times only amounts to memory, a puzzle piece in a tapestry hundreds of millions of years long. So in a sence your tapping into the memory, the shared past of the hive... and that makes you something unique. But still not alone." He said.
Thomas presented a small box with increasing doses of purple the first two vials where black... seemingly a mixture of something and cardamine he put the box down for cleve.
"Every three weeks... take a vial and it will make the use of cardamine undetectable. Perhaps this is what you will need, most of all as for the divines plan for you or relationship... with them... well that will take time and familiarity. You may share your experiences with the order or not, typically they are interested in persons... not an entire people... event he cult has few who interact witht eh divine personally outside of.. The Nine." Thomas paused to see if cleve had more questions.
*Cleaver takes the box, it is made of wood, decorated with symbols, that seem familiar, yet arent comprehensible, Cleaver then takes the first vial and says*
"my destiny awaits, thank you Thomas"
*Cleaver opens the vial, and drinks; it feels sweet, and sour at the same time, a few seconds later, the heart starts pumping, and a radiated feeling of heat starts speading thru the whole body, from the heart to the very tips of the finger, it burns to the point of intollerance. Cleaver falls to the floor yelling*
"ARRRRGHHHHHH IT BURNS!!!!"
*All of the sudden, the burning stops, and a sense of relief takes over... and Cleaver feels something moving within him, and then the familiar voice whispers*
"you took the path of the fearless child, and now you will reap the benefits of your endeavour, i am the rain, i am the sky, i am the clouds, i am the lifegiver, i am the Rain Caller. We were never apart, but we were never together, but now... We are one."
*Cleaver opens his eyes and then says*
"I ... Feel... Complete!"
*Cleaver/Rain Caller then faint, and everything turns black*
"I am odd, in that I find my own development is.. straining.. painful.. and seemingly isolated. but I know this is the human mind ..speaking out of fear. to be alone.. pain.. outcast.. this is mind pain. Master-able." he paused.
"But the further you change.. the further you hear the song. and learn to sing it. You will never be alone. I may leave this vessel in time, but we will be in contact. The issue is.. until your ready.. and felt by the share, it will be like looking at the whole spectrum at once." he tried to explain.
"Its sings beautifully but it is also a chorus of chaos, the ability to select,,, differentiate.. focus.. These are the skills you have before you, the lesson to learn. Tapping the share is the start of understanding, in return the share harvests your understanding.. and adds to the whole." Thomas gestures to a porthole.
"And most the sector contains many ruins.. many stories of the past. The future.. The present. Its a large classroom.. somewhat part playground. While I feel a physical distance from my people. I know I will master this, and return when its safe. Even on Malta, divinely touched are.. greatly feared. If i cannot walk the village streets and markets freely...personally I would stay in space. The dilemma is still.. your choice." He commented
*Cleaver sits on a chair, and ponders, then he looks at Thomas and says*
"I will let my leaders, the Corsair council know about this, and hear their judgement, but most likelly i will be advised to exile, and honestly, that is the wizest choice."
"Thomas, if i must undertake exile, what location would you advise me to be my new home? till its safe to return to my Crete, one day?".
"You may not become virulent as I am.. in fact this body i use is .. A copy.. your still human enough to exist within freeports and the like. Though without acclimating an oracle vessel flying within sacred spaces will be difficult." Three Winds sighed..
"The paranoia of infection rules most with fear... I dont think youll have to worry about it for some time... Infact many of thier shades...thier spectres operate undetected all over in sirius space." he thought.
"The gateway to the shrine can support snub craft.. This ship.. has too much mass... I am afraid. being that I typical patrol the shrine I stick to my Eagle. Outside of Creating a haven... for ourselves I am sure you will find an understanding port. Infact.. Despite my inherant distrust of Zoners.. the baffin system.. maybe a good place. Our high Exsarch was a templar for the TAZ for some time.. Ill leave her adress with you." he folded his hands into his sleeves.
Thomas knew cleaver would be fine.. corsairs where not ... weak in any semblance of the word.
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