4th
Operatives: The First Nations answer to the awakened. When the Host Of The Enlightened sold their products, The First Nation only bought a handful. These few they then desiccated and experimented upon. Although significantly less capable then a single awakened, there are however more of Operatives. It is this idea that The First Nation bought into. Although there are no recorded instances of operatives engaging the awakened during the long war. So its still yet unproven how effective they are. Although against ordinary soldiers, they are efficient killing machines. It is curiose however, the First Nations interst in psychics. Although having none to speak of. There are stories, of what takes place. That being something like the Anti-psychic, stalkers, or from those who have faced them, Oblivions eyes. It is rumored they have no soul, and hunger for those few precious psychic souls in the galaxy.
“Khaela, I’m taking a job, its going to get us a lot of money, enough to even buy our own ship, it was a mistake for us to come on board. It was a mistake to lessen ourselves.” Ashamenia spoke stilling clinging to Khaela.
“No matter what happends, I ask that for this one time, you let whatever you discover go. There are things that people have to do, choices we make, I’m prepared to live with those regrets and consequences.”
“what are you…” Khaela tried to speak but was soon interrupted.
“Don’t ask, I will come back, please don’t think less of me” Ashamenia got up and left room, letting Isha inside. Khaela sat on the floor looking around, he coughed a little and got up. placing his hand on Isha’s shoulder to assist him. He walked over to get his tools then proceeded to the hanger bay. He went to his MK VII “Angel” suit, and started to go through the pre-emptive maintaince.
“Khaela.” Startled he whrilled around to see Amber standing next to him, he sighed realized he never even noticed her.
“Yes?”
“Why are you on this ship, you and Asha” Amber asked him curiosely.
“To hide really, there is a bounty on our heads, and sometimes its better to get with a crew that also has a bounty on their heads. Which now that I’m reflecting on was a bad decsision. Why are you here Amber?”
“Well, My Daddy was a fighter pilot like Ezra but with the First Nation, he was killed, I wanted to do the same thing, I wanted to fight, so I took all the math and astronomany course’s I could. I was even accepted into the academy. But then, some of my classmates were protesting the war, saying things like, all the free worlds want is their right to live as they chose. Those classmates disappeared, and any of the kids who asked to many questions, well they disappeared too. I realized then, that all my life, I’ve been lied to. And that my daddy died for the wrong reasons. I graduated and went to a private flight school, but by the time I graduated, the war was over. This is my first ship, they needed a pilot.”
“I’m sorry about your Father.”
“No its ok, he was a upright man, I think he believed in the safety and stability of the First Nation, but I don’t believe he was aware of the price that is payed for.”
Khaela looked down, and nodded.
“This suit, I’ve seen them on TV before, when I was a Kid, they use to show televise the First Nations victories, I saw one of these suits, it stood alone there were many others different kinds laying around its feat. Khaela, it stood alone against all those soldiers, and all those other suits, it was like defiance. They said the pilot was involved in all these massacres, but I really don’t know. He was very brave.”
“I joined the mechanized infantry before I was volunteered for The Awakened program. We sort of were the first ones in and last ones out. But really the first ones in and the first ones to die. We were always sent where it was the most bitter fighting and hopeless situations. I was a part of the 67th “Gunslingers” by the time I learned about the program there weren’t many of us left.”
“What was the program like?” Amber said interested.
“it was really intense, a lot of random tests, I guess things to measure you. It was like 2 years of trainning before I went under the knife, then after that another 2 years of trainning and psycho-therapy. I saw about another 2 years of service before the war was lost. That’s when I mean’t Ash.”
“I think I was in Grade school then.’ Amber said looking down.
“Here, help me with this.” Khaela handed her some diagnostic equipment.
Ashamenia looked at her mark, she went through the profiles, he was just a common government worker, no former military trainning. College, a nice wife, two kids. His death was worth more then his life. All because he did his job right. Because he was a up right man.
She went through the house blueprints, all ways to enter and exit. She decided to come during the night. She did not want them to suffer.
She Stalked through the neighborhood like a ghost, fadeing from shadow to shadow, listening to the thoughts around her. It was a nice neighborhood, quiet and well kept, very clean. She thought that there was more then likely very little crime here. As she approached the city streets grew brighter, she went then from roof top to roof top. Silently, she drew closer to her mark.
Above them, she closed her eyes and listened, she listened to their dreaming thoughts, The husband, the wife, the daughter, the baby. She sighed deeply, she rolled down landing on the grass, without even the cat noticing a sound, she approached the back door. She very quickly over came the lock, and slowly opening the door. She entered through the immacially cleaned kitchen. Her heart sank, knowing what she had to do, she drew her 12mm pistol, and placed the silencer upon it. She bite her buttom lip fighting back the tears. Her hands shaking. She stood still for a minute, trembling, her body fighting against her mind, she drew in a deep breath and steadied her self. She walked up the stairs. Then she felt the baby began to awaken, she stopped hesitated, unsure, of what to do. The child began to cry and scream. She felt the mother stir to wakefulness.
Ashamenia stood in the hall way, in her black skin tight suit, she watched the door open, the wife stepped into the hall way. She stopped looking at the tall dark shadow standing in front of her. Ashamenia could feel the fear and surprise began to surface, quickly then, quicker then a thought, there was a glint of moon light as her knife cut clean through the womans neck and spine. Ashemenia whirled catching both the head and the body from hitting the floor. She gently laid them down. The baby still crying, she felt the husband began to awaken, quickly now, she went into the room. She heard his thoughts of his wife, then it all went silent, as the hammer slammed into the primer, and a hiss of gas left the silencer, the round going straight through his head, the body slumped back to the bed. She stood trembling, blood falling from her mouth as she bit her lip harder, tears began to swell as she walked to the daughters room, the baby still crying. She stopped, there was nothing to sense, she stood outside the door, she focused her hearing to the inside of the room, and heard the rhythmic breathing. Ash, looked down she put her hand against the wall, holding herself up. She opened her eyes, went into the room, three clicks, three’s hiss’s. There was no more breathing, she just murdered something wonderful today. The child still crying. Screaming almost, she went into the hallway, and walked to the babies room. There was only a single click and hiss.
Ashamenia sat staring in the bar, bottles and shot glass’s all around her. Some of the men began to take notice and kept looking at her, she simply sat and stared at the wall for several hours before she made the call that the job was completed. She realized that this night, she murdered not only a family, but a small wholesome part of her soul, that is slowly becoming replaced with something great, and dark.
Ashamenia got up to leave, she walked steady, two of the men got up as well, she turned and looked at them.
“there isn’t anything here for you, you follow me you will never go home to your wives again, do you understand?”
The men blinked then sat down.
She went outside and made the call.
“Its done, now for what you’ve promised me.”
“good but I need my proof”
Ashamenia uploaded the encrypted video files.
“Stunning wor..”
“we made a deal, I want my information.” Ashamenia spoke with a coldness in her voice.
“yes, yes I’m uploading it to you now.”
She looked at the address, wasn’t very far from where she was, she decided to walk there, sorting things out in her head.
She made it to the house, not thinking of what time it was knocked loudly on the door. Soon a light came on, she heard foot steps, she felt irritation.
A older man came to the door, he looked at her, she looked at him.
“oh god please no.” The man said tremebling
“You have nothing to fear of me, I have come for your help” Ashemenia said keeping her voice level.
“You know a friend of mine, he is very ill now, I have with me his latest bio scan. I need your help, and im willing to pay.” Ashemania handed the Older man a very small class tube.
“Ok, ok, come in”
Hours past, as the man studied Khaela’s body.
“He took a wound that has disrupted his minds ability to level out his nervous system, I’m not sure if I can operate on it. The man who did Khaela is dead now, and all his work put to the torch. I wouldn’t even know where to start.” the older gentleman spoke plainly
“what can be done?”
“well, there is a drug that operatives use, its injected and one time only, because in 6 years it kills the patient. The First Nations had a probelmn trying to replicated Dr. Alver’s Fly’by’wire nervours system, The operatives kept killing themselves in convulsions, the drug keeps the body level, but in turn, the nervous system is unchecked and wears the body down exponentially faster.”
“Is there another way?”
“yes”
“what is it?”
“The Unnamed.”
They were both silent.
Ashamenia, thinking then asked the man.
“Is there something temporary, to hold him off until they can be reached.”
“yes, but the side-effects, its good for six months, but it has a very good chance of causing cancer”
Ashamenia sat thinking.
“The unnamed are not welcoming any humans since the First Nation has declared war upon them. I doubt they will help you.”
“We’re soldiers doctor, even they need warriors” Ashamenia spoke, more so to herself then to him.
“Let me prepare it then. It will not take long.”
She went outside, she tried to cry, she tried to let it out, but there were no tears, only a growing emptyness encompassing her heart.
“Khaela, I’m taking a job, its going to get us a lot of money, enough to even buy our own ship, it was a mistake for us to come on board. It was a mistake to lessen ourselves.” Ashamenia spoke stilling clinging to Khaela.
“No matter what happends, I ask that for this one time, you let whatever you discover go. There are things that people have to do, choices we make, I’m prepared to live with those regrets and consequences.”
“what are you…” Khaela tried to speak but was soon interrupted.
“Don’t ask, I will come back, please don’t think less of me” Ashamenia got up and left room, letting Isha inside. Khaela sat on the floor looking around, he coughed a little and got up. placing his hand on Isha’s shoulder to assist him. He walked over to get his tools then proceeded to the hanger bay. He went to his MK VII “Angel” suit, and started to go through the pre-emptive maintaince.
“Khaela.” Startled he whrilled around to see Amber standing next to him, he sighed realized he never even noticed her.
“Yes?”
“Why are you on this ship, you and Asha” Amber asked him curiosely.
“To hide really, there is a bounty on our heads, and sometimes its better to get with a crew that also has a bounty on their heads. Which now that I’m reflecting on was a bad decsision. Why are you here Amber?”
“Well, My Daddy was a fighter pilot like Ezra but with the First Nation, he was killed, I wanted to do the same thing, I wanted to fight, so I took all the math and astronomany course’s I could. I was even accepted into the academy. But then, some of my classmates were protesting the war, saying things like, all the free worlds want is their right to live as they chose. Those classmates disappeared, and any of the kids who asked to many questions, well they disappeared too. I realized then, that all my life, I’ve been lied to. And that my daddy died for the wrong reasons. I graduated and went to a private flight school, but by the time I graduated, the war was over. This is my first ship, they needed a pilot.”
“I’m sorry about your Father.”
“No its ok, he was a upright man, I think he believed in the safety and stability of the First Nation, but I don’t believe he was aware of the price that is payed for.”
Khaela looked down, and nodded.
“This suit, I’ve seen them on TV before, when I was a Kid, they use to show televise the First Nations victories, I saw one of these suits, it stood alone there were many others different kinds laying around its feat. Khaela, it stood alone against all those soldiers, and all those other suits, it was like defiance. They said the pilot was involved in all these massacres, but I really don’t know. He was very brave.”
“I joined the mechanized infantry before I was volunteered for The Awakened program. We sort of were the first ones in and last ones out. But really the first ones in and the first ones to die. We were always sent where it was the most bitter fighting and hopeless situations. I was a part of the 67th “Gunslingers” by the time I learned about the program there weren’t many of us left.”
“What was the program like?” Amber said interested.
“it was really intense, a lot of random tests, I guess things to measure you. It was like 2 years of trainning before I went under the knife, then after that another 2 years of trainning and psycho-therapy. I saw about another 2 years of service before the war was lost. That’s when I mean’t Ash.”
“I think I was in Grade school then.’ Amber said looking down.
“Here, help me with this.” Khaela handed her some diagnostic equipment.
Ashamenia looked at her mark, she went through the profiles, he was just a common government worker, no former military trainning. College, a nice wife, two kids. His death was worth more then his life. All because he did his job right. Because he was a up right man.
She went through the house blueprints, all ways to enter and exit. She decided to come during the night. She did not want them to suffer.
She Stalked through the neighborhood like a ghost, fadeing from shadow to shadow, listening to the thoughts around her. It was a nice neighborhood, quiet and well kept, very clean. She thought that there was more then likely very little crime here. As she approached the city streets grew brighter, she went then from roof top to roof top. Silently, she drew closer to her mark.
Above them, she closed her eyes and listened, she listened to their dreaming thoughts, The husband, the wife, the daughter, the baby. She sighed deeply, she rolled down landing on the grass, without even the cat noticing a sound, she approached the back door. She very quickly over came the lock, and slowly opening the door. She entered through the immacially cleaned kitchen. Her heart sank, knowing what she had to do, she drew her 12mm pistol, and placed the silencer upon it. She bite her buttom lip fighting back the tears. Her hands shaking. She stood still for a minute, trembling, her body fighting against her mind, she drew in a deep breath and steadied her self. She walked up the stairs. Then she felt the baby began to awaken, she stopped hesitated, unsure, of what to do. The child began to cry and scream. She felt the mother stir to wakefulness.
Ashamenia stood in the hall way, in her black skin tight suit, she watched the door open, the wife stepped into the hall way. She stopped looking at the tall dark shadow standing in front of her. Ashamenia could feel the fear and surprise began to surface, quickly then, quicker then a thought, there was a glint of moon light as her knife cut clean through the womans neck and spine. Ashemenia whirled catching both the head and the body from hitting the floor. She gently laid them down. The baby still crying, she felt the husband began to awaken, quickly now, she went into the room. She heard his thoughts of his wife, then it all went silent, as the hammer slammed into the primer, and a hiss of gas left the silencer, the round going straight through his head, the body slumped back to the bed. She stood trembling, blood falling from her mouth as she bit her lip harder, tears began to swell as she walked to the daughters room, the baby still crying. She stopped, there was nothing to sense, she stood outside the door, she focused her hearing to the inside of the room, and heard the rhythmic breathing. Ash, looked down she put her hand against the wall, holding herself up. She opened her eyes, went into the room, three clicks, three’s hiss’s. There was no more breathing, she just murdered something wonderful today. The child still crying. Screaming almost, she went into the hallway, and walked to the babies room. There was only a single click and hiss.
Ashamenia sat staring in the bar, bottles and shot glass’s all around her. Some of the men began to take notice and kept looking at her, she simply sat and stared at the wall for several hours before she made the call that the job was completed. She realized that this night, she murdered not only a family, but a small wholesome part of her soul, that is slowly becoming replaced with something great, and dark.
Ashamenia got up to leave, she walked steady, two of the men got up as well, she turned and looked at them.
“there isn’t anything here for you, you follow me you will never go home to your wives again, do you understand?”
The men blinked then sat down.
She went outside and made the call.
“Its done, now for what you’ve promised me.”
“good but I need my proof”
Ashamenia uploaded the encrypted video files.
“Stunning wor..”
“we made a deal, I want my information.” Ashamenia spoke with a coldness in her voice.
“yes, yes I’m uploading it to you now.”
She looked at the address, wasn’t very far from where she was, she decided to walk there, sorting things out in her head.
She made it to the house, not thinking of what time it was knocked loudly on the door. Soon a light came on, she heard foot steps, she felt irritation.
A older man came to the door, he looked at her, she looked at him.
“oh god please no.” The man said tremebling
“You have nothing to fear of me, I have come for your help” Ashemenia said keeping her voice level.
“You know a friend of mine, he is very ill now, I have with me his latest bio scan. I need your help, and im willing to pay.” Ashemania handed the Older man a very small class tube.
“Ok, ok, come in”
Hours past, as the man studied Khaela’s body.
“He took a wound that has disrupted his minds ability to level out his nervous system, I’m not sure if I can operate on it. The man who did Khaela is dead now, and all his work put to the torch. I wouldn’t even know where to start.” the older gentleman spoke plainly
“what can be done?”
“well, there is a drug that operatives use, its injected and one time only, because in 6 years it kills the patient. The First Nations had a probelmn trying to replicated Dr. Alver’s Fly’by’wire nervours system, The operatives kept killing themselves in convulsions, the drug keeps the body level, but in turn, the nervous system is unchecked and wears the body down exponentially faster.”
“Is there another way?”
“yes”
“what is it?”
“The Unnamed.”
They were both silent.
Ashamenia, thinking then asked the man.
“Is there something temporary, to hold him off until they can be reached.”
“yes, but the side-effects, its good for six months, but it has a very good chance of causing cancer”
Ashamenia sat thinking.
“The unnamed are not welcoming any humans since the First Nation has declared war upon them. I doubt they will help you.”
“We’re soldiers doctor, even they need warriors” Ashamenia spoke, more so to herself then to him.
“Let me prepare it then. It will not take long.”
She went outside, she tried to cry, she tried to let it out, but there were no tears, only a growing emptyness encompassing her heart.