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| + | | body = Natalie Claesen used to be a Gefreite of the Rheinwehr when she commited suicide in 819 AS. Rumour has it that she was captured by [[Das Wilde]] who took over control of her mind and who were also to blame for her reportedly committed suicide. | ||
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==Biography== | ==Biography== | ||
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Together with her promotion, she got assigned by her supervisor, Feldwebel Sarah Braun to join her on a routine patrol at Rheinland borders in Omega-7. | Together with her promotion, she got assigned by her supervisor, Feldwebel Sarah Braun to join her on a routine patrol at Rheinland borders in Omega-7. | ||
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Read more here: [[dgctopic:89926|Natalie's Story]] | Read more here: [[dgctopic:89926|Natalie's Story]] | ||
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| + | {{Quote|'''Natalie's last diary entry:''' | ||
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| + | Dear diary, | ||
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| + | my sickness has worsen. I'm still having that insane headache. Yesterday I've quit taking my pharmaceuticals, since I had the feeling that they aggravate my physical condition. There has also been some changes with my rhythm of sleep and I experience metabolic disturbances. The last days I needed over twelve hours sleep and when I finally managed to wake up, my body circulation seemed as bad as of an ninety years-old Opa. Furthermore I'm currently eating the doubled ration as usual. That's a really weird infection. Sometimes I got the feeling that the doctors are keeping my true state of health secret. Or is it paranoia? However, I'm not being honest with them as well. Lately strange things happened with me. Yesterday, from one moment to the other, I had an outburst of fury and trashed my bathroom. Triggered by terrifying voices in my head. And this morning at the breakfast, when Michael, who's actually a nice guy, asked to have a seat at my table, I screamed at him: "Can't you see that I'm busy?" and knocked his food tray out of his hands to the ground. Afterwards I felt so sorry for him. I can't explain what's happening with me. Most of my time, I'm spending either with eating or daydreaming in the common room. And every time when someone disturbs my trance state I react highly aggressive, almost violent. People don't recognize me anymore. That's not me. | ||
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| + | Although she's quite busy, Sarah visited me daily. Every time I see her, I notice that sorrowful view in her brown eyes. She told me, that there are rumours circulating, that I am becoming schizophrenic. "What do you say? Am I sane?" I asked her once. Whereupon she slowly shook her head, which felt like a stab in my heart. It made me cry for the first time since I left my parents' house. I feel broken. Like an angel who has lost its wings. | ||
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| + | Today in the afternoon there was a chaotic situation aboard the Karlsruhe. It got told, that a stranger has hacked the security system and got unnoticed access to the Battleship's armory deck. Recounts showed, that a pack of C4 bombs were missing. A disaster. The high command has even considered to evacuate the Karlsruhe at once. But instead they decided to comb through all the decks, which can't be done in less than a week. I wonder who the thief is.}} | ||
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| + | {{Quote|'''Natalie's Suicide Note:''' | ||
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| + | Dear World, | ||
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| + | I wish everyone could know the pain I lived with during the last weeks. Something was wrong with me, and I found out what it was. I wished I never did. It all started with that mission in the Omegas, where I got lost for a few days. I had no clue, what happened in that time. I somehow lost my memories. And now, first nebulous and incomplete, I recovered the whole incident. And I think you deserve the truth. | ||
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| + | Omega-7. Mission Hoffnungsschimmer. Our group was ambushed by the unknown force, where they destroyed the Feldwebel's vessel before he knew what was happening. Whereupon Gefreiter Tom instinctively engaged the five hostile targets. But it was hopeless. His Bergelmir got hit by an organic vessel, which seemed to be driverless. His escape pod got tractored by them right after. Being in a state of shock I weren't able to attempt to run. But they didn't harmed me at all. Instead, something was telepathically talking with me. Its words were filled with warmth and joy, and didn't noticed when I followed their group, as if a Higher Power controlled me. Being in a trance state, they brought us to a space station, which appeared to be built by humans and aliens at the same time. I can remember a large yellow sphere, which threw pulsating lights at us when we came closer. Aboard the station I fell into a comatose state and thought to be dreaming. In my dream I saw how human-looking people in Rheinwehr uniforms were putting a blue organic mass on Tom's naked body. He was bleeding heavily out of a few wounds, he has suffered when his vessel explode. It was disgusting. Tom was conscious and he was trying to keep the creatures from getting him in contact with that small blue transparent thing which was trying to get its dark tentacles into Tom's closed mouth. He died a few minutes later due an exsanguination. Then, when one of those stranger suddendly turned around towards me, I noticed a purple glowing where their eyes should have been. He pointed at me whereon they took that alien-like thing from Tom's dead body and put it on my face. I felt a nice, warm tingling go through my body, and I just stood there, doing nothing. I tried to relax, while that alien slipped over my lips into my mouth, down my throat like liquid ice. This was the last thing I can remember. In the next moment, I found myself on the Elbich Mining Facility. And I knew nothing. My behaviour, the illness. It all must have been results of that 'procedure'. Now I know: I had an alien host inside me. | ||
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| + | But it was too late. The bomb explosions on Karlsruhe, it was me. Better said, it was my body, controlled by an alien. Were the doctors aware of that? Was I just an experimental object for them? All I knew was that I won't survive this. I have to end this. I really have to. To save humanity. I don't know when it'll be too late, and I'll loose complete control of myself. Time does not stand still, and won't without me. When you read this letter, I won't be anymore. The sun will stop my suffering. Don't search for my Wraith, there's nothing you can do. | ||
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| + | I'm an angel on its way home. | ||
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| + | Natalie}} | ||
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| + | ==Ships== | ||
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| + | {{SL | Natalie.Claesen | [[Wraith]] | Rh_elite.png}} | ||
| + | {{Clear}} | ||
| + | {{SL | Wilde.Seele | [[Wraith]] | Rh_elite.png}} | ||
| + | {{SL | Wilde.Seele. | [[Bergelmir]] | Bergelmir-s.png}} | ||
| + | {{Clear}} | ||
| + | {{SL | ''Unknown'' | [[Cutlass]] | Cutlass-s.png}} | ||
| + | {{SL | ''Unknown'' | [[Scorpion]] | Scorpion-s.png}} | ||
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| + | {{clear}} | ||
| − | + | ==Diplomacy== | |
| + | {| | ||
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| + | {{Faction Diplomacy/begin}} | ||
| + | {{FD | [[Das Wilde]]| +0.9}} | ||
| + | {{FD | [[Slomon K'Hara]]| +0.9}} | ||
| + | {{FD | [[Aoi Iseijin]]| +0.9}} | ||
| + | {{FD | [[Nomads]]| +0.9}} | ||
| + | {{FD | [[Samarran Raiders]]| +0.5}} | ||
| + | {{Faction Diplomacy/end}} | ||
| + | | {{Faction Diplomacy/begin}} | ||
| + | {{FD | [[Artificial Intelligence]]| 0.0}} | ||
| + | {{FD | [[Outcasts]]| -0.5}} | ||
| + | {{FD | ''Everyone Else'' | -0.8}} | ||
| + | {{FD | [[Zoners]]| -0.9}} | ||
| + | {{FD | [[The Order]]| -0.9}} | ||
| + | {{Faction Diplomacy/end}} | ||
| + | |} | ||
= Links = | = Links = | ||
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[http://discoverygc.com/wiki/index.php/User:Narcotic Narcotic Wiki Entry] | [http://discoverygc.com/wiki/index.php/User:Narcotic Narcotic Wiki Entry] | ||
| − | [http://discoverygc.com/forums/ | + | [http://discoverygc.com/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=18049 Narcotic Forum Account] |
[http://www.discoverygc.com/wiki/Das_Wilde Das Wilde Wiki Entry] | [http://www.discoverygc.com/wiki/Das_Wilde Das Wilde Wiki Entry] | ||
Latest revision as of 16:36, 9 March 2013
| Natalie Claesen | |
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| Natalie Claesen, 819 A.S. | |
| Profile | |
| Origin |  Federal Republic of Rheinland |
| Occupation | Das Wilde |
| Gender | Female |
| Height | 170 cm |
| Weight | 64 kg |
| Hair color | Light blonde (dyed black) |
| Eye color | Light blue |
| Affiliation | Nomads |
| Rheinland Military | until 11.11.819 |
| Rank | Gefreite |
| Status | Dead (819 A.S.) |
| Born | 5 May, 797 A.S., Planet Stuttgart, Stuttgart |
| Died | Suicided (11.11.819) |
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Natalie Claesen - Rheinwehr Gefreite
Natalie's DiaryBiography
Natalie Claesen, was born in 05.05.797 AS on Planet Stuttgart. She grew up in an almost exemplary Rheinland family. Her father, Simon Claesen, being a well-respected manager at Republican Shipping, her mother, Lena Claesen, primarily engaged in housework and family care at home and at last her little sister, Marie Claesen, who experiences all those problems typical of adolescence on her way of becoming just like her big sister.
Although Natalie enjoyed the generous education at the very best schools in Stuttgart’s capital city, she always got told by her parents, that one time she'll have her own children, cooking, cleaning and caring for them, while her future husband is going to pursue a successful career and bringing the credits home. But somehow, Natalie had a different image of the modern women. Strength, autonomy and power. It's not clear, if it was just a result of an intense phase of puberty or if she really meant it like that.
In 819 AS, she secretly applied for an apprenticeship at the Rheinland Miltary on Battleship Karlsruhe, whereas she told her family, that she's going to have a practical course at Orbital Spa and Cruise on Planet Baden Baden. Everything went well until one day in late 819, when her mother was checking the mailing, she came across a letter of congratulations from the Rheinwehr, that their daughter got promoted to the rank of a Gefreite, and how proud her family shall be about those glorious news. Unfortunately they weren't happy at all. Quite the contrary. Driven by frustration and anger, they cut off the contact with Natalie and ignored her frequent messages.
Together with her promotion, she got assigned by her supervisor, Feldwebel Sarah Braun to join her on a routine patrol at Rheinland borders in Omega-7.
Read more here: Natalie's Story
Quotes
Dear diary,
my sickness has worsen. I'm still having that insane headache. Yesterday I've quit taking my pharmaceuticals, since I had the feeling that they aggravate my physical condition. There has also been some changes with my rhythm of sleep and I experience metabolic disturbances. The last days I needed over twelve hours sleep and when I finally managed to wake up, my body circulation seemed as bad as of an ninety years-old Opa. Furthermore I'm currently eating the doubled ration as usual. That's a really weird infection. Sometimes I got the feeling that the doctors are keeping my true state of health secret. Or is it paranoia? However, I'm not being honest with them as well. Lately strange things happened with me. Yesterday, from one moment to the other, I had an outburst of fury and trashed my bathroom. Triggered by terrifying voices in my head. And this morning at the breakfast, when Michael, who's actually a nice guy, asked to have a seat at my table, I screamed at him: "Can't you see that I'm busy?" and knocked his food tray out of his hands to the ground. Afterwards I felt so sorry for him. I can't explain what's happening with me. Most of my time, I'm spending either with eating or daydreaming in the common room. And every time when someone disturbs my trance state I react highly aggressive, almost violent. People don't recognize me anymore. That's not me.
Although she's quite busy, Sarah visited me daily. Every time I see her, I notice that sorrowful view in her brown eyes. She told me, that there are rumours circulating, that I am becoming schizophrenic. "What do you say? Am I sane?" I asked her once. Whereupon she slowly shook her head, which felt like a stab in my heart. It made me cry for the first time since I left my parents' house. I feel broken. Like an angel who has lost its wings.
Today in the afternoon there was a chaotic situation aboard the Karlsruhe. It got told, that a stranger has hacked the security system and got unnoticed access to the Battleship's armory deck. Recounts showed, that a pack of C4 bombs were missing. A disaster. The high command has even considered to evacuate the Karlsruhe at once. But instead they decided to comb through all the decks, which can't be done in less than a week. I wonder who the thief is.
Dear World,
I wish everyone could know the pain I lived with during the last weeks. Something was wrong with me, and I found out what it was. I wished I never did. It all started with that mission in the Omegas, where I got lost for a few days. I had no clue, what happened in that time. I somehow lost my memories. And now, first nebulous and incomplete, I recovered the whole incident. And I think you deserve the truth.
Omega-7. Mission Hoffnungsschimmer. Our group was ambushed by the unknown force, where they destroyed the Feldwebel's vessel before he knew what was happening. Whereupon Gefreiter Tom instinctively engaged the five hostile targets. But it was hopeless. His Bergelmir got hit by an organic vessel, which seemed to be driverless. His escape pod got tractored by them right after. Being in a state of shock I weren't able to attempt to run. But they didn't harmed me at all. Instead, something was telepathically talking with me. Its words were filled with warmth and joy, and didn't noticed when I followed their group, as if a Higher Power controlled me. Being in a trance state, they brought us to a space station, which appeared to be built by humans and aliens at the same time. I can remember a large yellow sphere, which threw pulsating lights at us when we came closer. Aboard the station I fell into a comatose state and thought to be dreaming. In my dream I saw how human-looking people in Rheinwehr uniforms were putting a blue organic mass on Tom's naked body. He was bleeding heavily out of a few wounds, he has suffered when his vessel explode. It was disgusting. Tom was conscious and he was trying to keep the creatures from getting him in contact with that small blue transparent thing which was trying to get its dark tentacles into Tom's closed mouth. He died a few minutes later due an exsanguination. Then, when one of those stranger suddendly turned around towards me, I noticed a purple glowing where their eyes should have been. He pointed at me whereon they took that alien-like thing from Tom's dead body and put it on my face. I felt a nice, warm tingling go through my body, and I just stood there, doing nothing. I tried to relax, while that alien slipped over my lips into my mouth, down my throat like liquid ice. This was the last thing I can remember. In the next moment, I found myself on the Elbich Mining Facility. And I knew nothing. My behaviour, the illness. It all must have been results of that 'procedure'. Now I know: I had an alien host inside me.
But it was too late. The bomb explosions on Karlsruhe, it was me. Better said, it was my body, controlled by an alien. Were the doctors aware of that? Was I just an experimental object for them? All I knew was that I won't survive this. I have to end this. I really have to. To save humanity. I don't know when it'll be too late, and I'll loose complete control of myself. Time does not stand still, and won't without me. When you read this letter, I won't be anymore. The sun will stop my suffering. Don't search for my Wraith, there's nothing you can do.
I'm an angel on its way home.
Natalie
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