/OOC **Please keep in mind that I am no writer by a long shot, and this is actualy the very first time I have ever even tried to write something like this, thanks and enjoy **
Part 1.
I ask you to keep an open mind about some of the things I need to tell you.
I have had a very hard time with some of this information, and still do not totaly know what to feel about things.
First, some background, as a refresher to some that may not remeber, and to those that may not know me in the first place.
When I was still a newborn child, I was smuggled out of Amarr space, and left at the Republic Military School. The was no information left with me but a note from my mother. It was scratched into a peice of parchment that I still keep on me to this day.
"Please raise my son to be free and strong, the life of a slave shall not be his."
This had been a burning force behind my life. I have long held a deep hatred for the Amarr and their people because of it.
I will now explain a little more to you all, some things that I have not really gone into detail about, how I came to be the man I am today.
For the first two and a half years of my life, I was kept by the kitchen staff, unknown to the instructors and faculty members of my station. One day, one of the women watching me was ill, and failed to secure one of the doors to her quarters. That was the day that changed my life. I escaped. Running freely around the halls I happened into a Combat training room. There I met, who would become my mentor, A large Brutor Instructor. He was stunned to find a toddler running straigth thru his class. Needles to say, he was not very happy either.
After taking me to the command center, it was quickly discoverd that I had no birth records, and was not logged into the statin data base. It was time for the kitchen staff to come clean about where I came from. Of course the first response from the Comandant was the correct one, I was to be sent off to a refugee camp in Pator, there I would be placed into a foster home. It was going to be the next day that I was to be sent off. Oddly enough, when any of the women from the kitchen tried to take me from my Mentor, I clutched him tighter and screamed. These were the women that raised me, yet I seemed drawn to this man that I had never seen before that day. After a few unsucessful attempts, he made a comment that he could watch me for a few hours, maye I will have calmed down some afterwards. Never happened.
By the next morning, when I was to be sent off, somehow, I had leached my way into his life, Permanantly.
I spent my life, being raised mostly by the various instructors at RMS. I lived with my Mentor, and was always welcome in the kitchens as well. It was there that I learned what I have for compasion....and for the taste of good home cooked food. I excelled at all things, but I was really good in hand to hand combat, as well as the flight simulators. It was rather suprising, but I also seemd to be interested in the economics classes as well. Granted not nearly as much as the combat lessons, but I am none the less interested in it as well. There was a day, a few weeks after my 16th birth day, that things changed even more. When I came back to my quarters, my Mentor was sitting there with one of the advanced class instructors. It was the Instructor for the Combat flight division. I was never so excited as I was that day. It was one thing that I had dreamed of. Come to find out, what finaly brought him there, was what I had done earlier that day. I had been for some time, getting into the flight simulators, and practicing. I thought I ws gettign really good at it too.
I had no idea what I had done that morning. When I logged into it that day, I mistakenly activated it on a mutli channel frequency. I was in a sim with his class as well. I thought they were just computer generated ones. But damn, these were tougher than any I had ever gone against before. After downing 3 of the other Rifters, mine began to take fire. I performed a series of manuvers that I had just made up on my own one late evening. After executing it, I came in behind the lead Rifter that was hitting me. he never stood a chance. I let a a loud WHOOP !! Much to my horror. It was not something done in the Sim room. I was quickly asked to leave by a very irate Instructor.
And now that very Insructor was sitting at our table. Needless to say, I was terrified. After being told to sit, I was informed that my mistake of logging into a multi player setup interupted his classes final exams, I was then told the most shocking news I had heard yet. I had taken out nearly half of his class, as well as the Instructor himself. After he looked at the simms loggs, and found out who I was, he was here to ask me to sign up for his class.
Part 2.
After a year of advanced simulator classes, and all the peripheral classes, I was set to embarke on a new life.
I was accepted int POD pilot training courses.
I was scared to death of undergoing the needed procedures, but did so anyway. This was my big chance, I could become a POD pilot. I would one day be able to traverse the stars at my own discresion.
With that gift, I stayed at the RMS, studied harder than any other there. I excelled at my pilot training faster than was possible. There was not a single Instructor there that could manage to keep pace one on one with me anymore.
Upon Graduation, I traveled around a little here and there, seeking my own path. Deep in the recess of my mind, there was always one, and only one reason that I did everything so far in my life. I was going to dedicat my life to the Freedome of our people, and the total destruction of the Amarr, for what they do to others........for what they did to me.
I have never regreted my life in the RMS, how I was raised, those that cared for me. But what the Amarr did, by taking me from my real family, for that there will never be mercy.
That was before I found out the truth.....
"Please raise my son to be free and strong, the life of a slave shall not be his."
That has been my motivation since before I was even able to read it.
It does not mean what I though it did. Not in the extreme sense that I took it for.
Here it is folks. All that I have learned of my past.
Back a few months ago I ran into an old Ni-kunnis fella in a bar, that has set me to a path to find my Family, my Mother. What I have found is much more than just that.
I am going to be absolutly blunt about this to you all, you deserve the truth, straight out.
I have a great grandfather, no longer alive, but......He was an Amarr.
After much searching, alot of traveling, and rather large amounts of isk, in the forms of bribes, I have found my Birth place. I have found my home. I will now explain my birth place, and the rather unusual circumstances of it.
Deep within Amarr space, well beyond the inner rim areas there is a planet, a beautiful place, mostly oceans, with multitudes of island chains. It is a truly beautiful place. Very peaceful and serene. Some long time ago, it is not entirely known when, as many records were lost, a group of Amarrian explorers stumbled across this world, deep within the sections of space considered hostile. 0.0 security areas. This planet seemed out of place there, agaisnt the harsh reality of low sec space. It was here that these wayward travelers settled. There was many families together. They seemed drawn to each other back in the inner rim worlds. They just did not feel that they belonged there. Here they would start a new life. Themselves, what little belongings they brought, their multitude of Matari slave families were of course with them too.
The fact that they even owned slaves, shows that these families were well off. They all had decent positions within the Empire. They were just not happy. Upon reaching the shores of the largest island, they landed the ships. It was here that they made their new lives. New lives for everyone, especialy the Matari families.
After a few rather hard pressed weeks of work, they had the basic begining of their new settlment. It was a very rudimentary town, but it was a start. The thing that seemed so different was that the Matari were not the only ones working, but the men and boys of the Amarr families were there beside the Matari at every grueling task. As all the women, even the Amarians, set to the daily tasks of keeping everyone fed, planting crops, caring and teaching the children. Things were going smoothly for everyone. The Matari families never spoke of it to their masters, but they were none the less totaly confused by the turn of events.
It was after 3-4 month of this "new order" that one brave Matari man, spoke up. He was afraid for his life, and that of his family, but he could stand it no longer.
A town meeting was called that very night. Normaly this is not an event that a Matari slave would attend, unless needed to serve drinks or whatnot. But for this one, everyone was there. Matari and Amarrian. Man and Woman. Even the children.
It was announced, that the reason that these families were all her together, so far from the eyes of the Empire, is that they felt strongly against the slavery practice, and were setting up this setlment, as a Free place, for all.
Part 3
It was that very night, that outside, after the meeting, that my great great grandfather, met my great great grandmother. They were married 6 months later. A year after, they had a Son. During the birth, my great great grandmother passed. It was a devestating blow for what was to be the begining of my family. The two men, now alone, moved into the house of the Matari's that were her family. There was never again an introduction of Amarrian blood to my family line. In time my great great grandfather died, a happy man, amongst his family, grandchildren abound all around him.
A few generations passed. Everything was goin well for everyone. A great project was unfolding. Matari and Amarrian, living together as equals, in peace.
It was then, that in the height of this harmony, tradgedy struck. A lone Amarrian navy frigate was out on a tour of duty to check some of the outlying sectors. Aparantly he was under some commanders bad graces to have to be sent so far from the throne worlds on such a **** assaignment. After all, no one ever came out this far but pirates and the few random deep space miners.
Oddly enough, as he was passing thru a system that was supposedly devoid of settlments, he was picking up low level radio chatter. Oddly enough....it was just that....music.
After doing a sytem wide scan, he found a planet that seemed to have a settlement on it. Odd, there was no record in the Imperial databases of it he thought. Perhaps worthy of investigation closer. Maybe he had found some pirate rouge settlement that he could turn in to his boss. If it was good enough, maybe he can get off the commanders bad side too.
Upon arriving in orbit, he did a planetary scan. He found what appeared to be a small settlment. There was Amarrians, Matari there. Hmmm, This warranted better investigation. He brought his frigate down on the far side of the planet, and came in low on the horizon, just to be safe. After he landed far from the town, he walked quietly towards it.
Once in sight of it he watched with horror. These Matari are roaming around freely. How can this be?? Then he saw what chilled him to the core. Off in the distance, out in the fields, there were people working the fileds together. There was Amarrians, working side by side with the slaves. This is not right he though. Just as he was set to leave, a young couple, surrounded by 3 small children came out from one of the buildings. What he saw made him retch. It was an Amarrian woman, holding the arm of what looked to be her husband, a slave. The children, appeared to be the combination of the two. This was an affrontary to all that hel held holy. It was all he could do to holster his side arm. Alone he would be killed against this many people.
Upon getting in his ship, he immediatly sent a scrambled message to his comander, arpriasing him of this situation. With not a moments pause, he was sworn at harshly for telling such lies. Until he sent his pictures of the town.
After what seemed like hours, he was told to leave the planet, and get out of orbit. Head to the next sytem and await further orders. He did as was told, and awaited word from command on what to do. After nearly 12 hours, word came to him. In typical Amarrian fasion, a small fleet of ships arrived. He was contaced directy by an Admirals flag ship. This was a great honor. For this was not just any small fleet, this was an elite group, that specializes in insurgancies and what not. After giving the Admiral all the first hand intel he had, he swore to the Admiral that he would keep this secret, this abomination of a settlment quiet. He was more right than he could have ever known. A few moments later the flagship established target lock, and vaporized the frigate. He would keep the secret alright.
Soon after, the ships arrived in orbit. Drop ships were loaded with the elite shock troops. They had a settlemnet to pacify.
There was little hope for any of them. The soldiers quickly pacified the town, everyone was gathered together in the square in the center of the town. The Admiral himself was the first to pull the trigger. All Amarrians that had taken Matari as a mate was immediatly put to death. As well as the Matari that was apart of it. As were any child that was a hybrid of them. In front of the entire town, entire families were slaughtered. There was nothing that could be done.
Part 4
Off a short distance, the outlying homes were being sytematicly cleansed. Mine was next. I had been born only 3 days prior. When the troops came up to the house and entered, they were not expecting any resistance at all. They could not have been more wrong. A few of the families of the outlying homes banded together to my house. They may die trying, but they were not going to just sit down and die. My Godfather, was taken aside by my parents, they pleaded with him to run, take me and run. I was the only child there, the other children of these families were in school, now captured in town. A few of the parents here were of mixed families, and knew their children were already dead, and were not going to die on their knees. My godfather, an Amarrian, wrapped me in blankets, and was ready to leave, when my mother, still weak from childbirth, handed him her hastily scribed note, and kissed her son goodbye. "Take him to safety, get him off this planet. Take him all the way to the Republic, please" is all she told him. With that he ran. As fast as he could, as deep to the outlying woods as he could manage. In the distance, he could hear the screams, the sound of small arms fire. Thru his tears, he looked down at this child. His new responsibity. Back at the house, the men and women, Matari and Amarrian alike, fought back the soldiers, gave their very lives, to see that the soldiers did not persue the lone man, runing deep in the woods.
It was days alone, deep in the cover of the forest that he stayed. Somehow he stumbled into what appeared to be a play area of childrens making. They must have made themselves a clubhouse out here. Good place to escape the chores and schooling. It was well stoked with food, even if it was mostly junk food. Even though the child was young, it was this or nothing for him. His supply of food for the infant was gone, and it appeared that the junk food was not going to work. He had to head back, maybe he could sneak into town after dark and get help. He had seen a great many ships leaving the day before. Perhaps he was alone now.
After tucking the child safely into the clubhouse, and hiding it in brush, he set off. When he got to the outskirts of the town, he noticed that most of the troops had left. The bodies were all cleaned up. There was still marks agains the walls where they died. It seemed that area was to be a reminder of what happened there. There were Amarr families about, but he saw no Matari anywhere. He managed to slip, unnoticed into the house of a friend. Once in there he was told of the events, the house he took the child from, was burned to the ground, many people died there. It was known that there was a child that was missing, as well they knew he was off somewhere as well. But the search was being called off. The soldiers had another job to look after, and were leaving the planet. There was going to be a small security force stationed on the planet to be sure the people were kept in line. There were going to be weekly inspections as well. A shuttle would be making regular stops to check on things. It was this that my Godfather though would be the way to get me out.
4 days later, the first shuttle arrived. In it was a 3 man security detail. Along with the 20 odd security force, they inspected the town, to be sure that the children were being taught the scriptures as they should. In the 4 days before the shuttle arrived a plan was formed. A few of the men of the town were going to distract the security forces, long enough for one of the others to steal the shuttle. My Godfather, was never interested in the old books that were in the town library on stellar flight. There was no way he would be able to pilot the ship. He was going to head the distraction. There was a younger man, barely out of his teens, that felt he could do it. It was decided.
The fight was short, it was deadly for the few men that were part of the distraction, five Amarrians died to see one Matari child snuck into a stolen shuttle craft, could have the chance at Freedom.
It was a long and perilous flight. The actual piloting of a interstellar ship was much more difficult than the young man could have imagined. Getting the gate systme to activate was something that he had not read about. It took hours sitting there to finaly figure it out. Those hours saved his life. At the very moment he figured out how to activate the gate, it was also being activated from the next system. An Armegedon class Battleship was dispatched to locate and destroy this rouge shuttle craft. They gated to the neighboring systems at the vary same instance. After that it was just a matter of time, and a great deal of luck, that has this wayward shuttlecraft slowly make its way towards the Republic.
Part 5
Once within the borders of the Republic, the young man at the controls was at a total loss what to do next. Fearful that as an Amarrian with a Matari child, he would get into trouble, he listened in on local chatter on the comms. After hearing about a school in a system a few jumps in, he decided, that is where he will go.
When he made his way towards the station, the comms fired up, it was the Station control. He was an unmarked shuttle, of unknown origin, here, at a Republic Military School station. Needless to say, fear hit him very hard at this point. After lying, horribly so, to the station controler about where he came from, he was escorted in, by military ships.
Once docked, he hid the child in a cargo area, and left the Shuttle. He was interagated for hours. It was pure horror for him to be treated as an enemy by these people. But he understood what was going on. He knew all of the history of what happend to these people, and felt shame. Shame for what his people did to them. After sticking to the story that he was taking his uncle's shuttle for a joy ride, and ran into system problems and needed repairs, he was allowed to go to his shuttle and get the ship fixed up. He managed to get back to the ship before the Child even awoke from his nap. After a few hours, he asked one of the docking personel where he could get some food. After being shown the way to a mess hall, he saw a group of women, cooks he believed, going in a back room to the kitchens. They reminded him of some of the Matari women he knew, before they were taken by the soldiers. They made these sweetcakes that he could just not seem to get enough of. One of them had a daughter. She was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. He wanted so badly to ask her hand. That was gone now. Fighting back the tears, he ran back to the shuttle, scooped up the infant and held him. After hours of waiting, it was night, and most of the station personel were in thier quarters. The halls were serenly quiet. He crept slowly towards the kitchens. In the back were the quarters of the women that worked there. He placed the child, ever so carefuly atop the central island of the kitchen. It appeared to be a food preparation area. While trying to sneak out, he ran into a rack of pots, which loudly crashed to the floor. Out of one of the rooms, light spilled into the kitchen, a womens voice "Who's there?" "You know there is no snacking after hours". He ran as fast as his feet would carry him. Back to the Shuttle. He had his own personal quest now. He was going to do what he could to find the daughter of the cook that he loved.
He left the station that night, tears in his eyes, for the last Free Matari of his home planet.