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 her face. A ring was on my finger. It is my only clue.
You may ask: Why did she help me? Hels are not known for their kindness. It is a good question. My mother used to say she felt her destiny in me. It is true. She found it.
My mother, Lady Kalmicron Fernanda III, was a stateswoman, belonging to the foreign relations department. Needless to say they didn’t need it. Hels attack everything that moves.
When I was young I didn’t get along with others very well. I was different, not from there, not like them. You see, I’m from somewhere else. What place that is, I must find out.
My eyes were brown.
Later on, at the age of 15, the adult age in Hel law, I was admitted into the Imperial Armed Forces, the IAF, and, I became an expert in the Kanet fighting style, personal weaponry and fighter manoeuvres. I was promoted, at the age of 18 to High Venger of the IAF. My battleship was the Salazar, the best, fastest and most feared battleship in the colonies. I lead the fleet to raids of innocent planets, destroyed entire fleets of fighters and, most of all got off on massacring trade fleets, especially in New Berlin.
The rewards were good and the High Venger kept 25% of profits. I had a good life, I was powerful, rich ad strong. By then I had grown into a strong, built, intimidating female. Hels hire males to do some minor jobs and join the lower positions in the military. Somehow it never seemed right to me and I even took a Sergeant by the name of Sonal as my future husband. He knew me, he saw me, the real me. My mother disowned me, called me a traitor, tried to get me expelled. I did not care.
My eyes were blue.
Then, it happened. The revolution began and the 2 factions started a bloody fight. Sonal and I fought the revolutionaries against the state and were winning until they came. The Reavers, the Plagued Ones. Sonal was killed by an ally of the enemies, a man who called himself, TATA. The empire was overthrown and the new Empress signed a treaty with our enemies. I could not fight for Hel anymore. My fiancé was dead and I had nothing but my thirst for revenge. I vowed TATA would pay and so would the Plagued Ones. Before I left, in a frenzy of rage, I pulverized the imperial palace and killed everyone in it. My mother was inside. It was the right thing to do.
My eyes were red.
Fleeing to Alexandria and becoming a pirate proved to be the event that would change my life. I killed for money, for pleasure, but especially for the sick, vengeful feeling in my heart. Many asked if the legends were true. If it was true no one survived my Salazar. I used to ask: If no one survives, how do the legends reach you?. I asked this before I killed them. Food for thought in the after life.
One day I attacked a man who, being stronger and wiser than me, managed to destroy my ship. He tractored my pod into his ship and after I woke up, asked me why. Why did I do what I did? What was the point? Somehow I knew this was the moment, the person to speak to, to express what I so longed to. I told him my story. I hid nothing. He asked my fiancé’s name. Sonal I said. His face changed. He told me he had seen him before, on a mission in Unknown 2. Sonal had fought with the Reavers, he was one of them. He had lied. He was only killed for what he could reveal. The man then said I had to choose my path. I had to find out who I was. Forsake my past of terror and destruction. He said: To take revenge or not take revenge. That is the question! He left me with a message: When you decide to turn your life around and forget your wishes of revenge, you should go to Manhattan, where you will find Commander d_volker and he will show you the way. When he left I felt a weight disappear. This man was right. I had a choice. His name was LTHamlet.
I pondered my choices. I could pursue the path of revenge or choose the path of honour.
In a stormy night I decided. I would go to Manhattan.
My eyes are black.
Mon Mar 09, 2009 7:38 pm Guest