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Subject: Valiart - Commander of Battleship Valiart
Date: 02 May 2010
Location: New London System, Plant New London.

My first log, We are finishing our mission, we were asked to survail the homeworlds of each system, check the activity. Our last Area is new london. I havent been in the bretonian System since i left to join the marauders. It brings back alot of memories.

Thier are rumours, within the crew of my ship, that Pirates are in the area,...

Admiral LTHamlet,  which two assistant first class Marauders do you wish to deploy on this almost certainly suicidal mission into the Black Legions system. A long silence fills the air in the Admirals command station...Hamlet seems to  let himself drift into the past long ago before he commanded anything at all. As relics of the past flood his mind the command center remains busy but oddly quite.

Explorer third class LTHamlet is Expendable- A member of the highly skilled and highly disposable Marauders Clan trained to undertake hazardous missions so that the rest of humanity need not...

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StarDate 01-19 Mark 09, Well it would seem today is the same as the last, and b4, and b4 that, nothing. Itz time like this as I site here in my ship by myself with no destination that I sure do miss my Friendz and Family. With them, back then there was alwayz something. Something 2 do. Somewhere 2 go. Some1 2 c. Now all I c is space. Open space. Therez nothing. Just Starz way out there. Ill come across a planet or 2. Itz boring and quiet. Lonely is more like it.

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**((OOC: ya i know this is on the void forums but i figured it could show up here as well...for whoever cares..etc))**

Name: Omen (inverse of Nemo, latin: No one, "20,000 leagues under the sea")
Character: Omen
Species: Human
Orientation: Freelancer/Light Side Edit: Jedi Agent
Weapons: Formerly: Various and Sundry Bounty Hunter Equip.
---------->Currently: Lightsaber
Specialties: Engineering, Technology, Theoretical Physics,
Occupation: None any more (its a long story), infrequent missions on behalf of the Jedi, Freelancing
Website:

*Intro Music*
“Good afternoon, I am Barbara Silver rand this is Sirius People, where we tell you everything you want to hear, whether you like it or not.

Today we bring you an interview with The Marauders. They are a clan that has been expanding on the Void and although considered weak in it’s beginnings by a few, delusional people, has now proven itself as a major influence in the systems. A clan capable of striking fear and admiration in others hearts and, known to cause slight swoons for its attractiveness. We have been able to get a few of its members here today...

Other life

Hel1, dark place of the universe, realm of demons, home of the damned. This system has been called many names but I used to call it home.
I was born to conscience in Robrinda. I say to conscience because it was when I woke up. I was 10 years old when my mother, the only one I know, saved me from certain death. According to her, I had been floating in a pod in space for 4 days and, was dying of hunger, thirst and everything else you can imagine. My mother told me later on, I was delirious, whispering to myself in an imperceptible language and, raising my hand to...

'So it is true' thought Gabriel as he deactivated his link to the Sirius data archive. 'Abaddons Legion has reached as far as here' He let out a sigh pinching the bridge of his nose, he hadn't slept in 11 days since he'd first heard the rumours spreading around the colonies (as with all marines of the Adeptus Astartes, his sus-an membrane implant allowed certain areas of his brain to switch off in sequence while allowing him to remain conscious indefinitely, although after a while the Marine would suffer for it). Gabriel came to a decision.

"Magos Thule, I need you to link me...

Chaos ...
Chaos ...
CHAOS ...

That name sounded so vague in my ears ..
It sounded strange but known to me ..
I could not place the face attached to that name ...

CHAOS .. Wake up!!

I tried .. my head was acking ..
I started to feel dizzy the moment i opened my eyes.
A small hand grabbed mine, a minors hand.
As my vision straightend out and my eyes got used to the light
I tryed to look around.

I dont remember where i was nore what time day or year it was
I looked at myself in the broken mirror , shredded cloathes...

As I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, my mind stands still as i wander the desert plains of my battlefield as the world passes by, i never sleep.
The only time i feel complete, the only time i feel at ease, when im at the cockpit. At the controls of my great snake, tearing the stars in her wake.
She is my skin, my armour and i am her core. Without my armour i am nothing, nothing but skin and bone. But with her, i am a hulk, a warrior.

As a young child i witnessed war, a fight between both man and beast, at that very moment i knew it was my destiny to fly among the gods.

I - Wanderer

Space is a cold place. I can see its darkness, much more hostile and stranger than I’ve seen it all my life. Far away unknown stars glow and New Berlin is left behind. Now there’s no one to place me second, none to cast a shadow upon me, but I’m not alone yet. Remarks and quiet laughter travel to me in the still silence of deep space as I turn the other way and slip into the blanket trying to fall asleep.

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Babylonia. The pilot screams to us that it will still take us a few hours to reach Merodach. I look at my half destroyed freighter:...