Now this is a story all about how
My Rifter got flip turned inside out
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I took a ride in Pod-Air
In the belts, born and raised
I killed a caracal without so much as a graze
On GCC, relaxin' all cool
And all restin' in a SS, bein a fool
When an anathema, who was up to no good
Pointed and jammed me like some punk from the hood
In came one little drake, and my ship got scared
And said fuck you, you're taking the goddamn Pod-Air
((Also, props to the guy who probed me out, he's far better at it then I am.))
Friday, March 27, 2009
Divine Grace II: Origin
OOC:
((Two things.
First, I had this typed up about two and a half weeks ago, but never posted it for some reason.
Second, I ask you now to forgive any weeabooness that may occur. It's just in my nature, having been born in Japan))
-Log Begin-
False alarm. I will begin now.
I was not born on a planet. No, I came around on the small monastery-station of Otaan, home to an order of monks with the same name. Otaan was located in low security space, within a deadspace area. I think that I never learned the 'official' name of my home system; we knew it as Suiretsu. My search of all logs have revealed no system of that name, so I have come to believe that Suiretsu was its name only to the Otaan.
I was born Avan Otaani, or Shadow. To the Otaan, this means that I was born in a manner deemed unfit. My mother was member of an Otaan sect that valued honesty above all else, or at least was supposed to. My father was a member of another sect, one which required all of its members to take a vow of celebacy. See the problem?
Once it came out who my father was, he was unceremoniously kicked out of the monastery on the next supply shuttle to the planet which Otaan orbits. To suitably punish my mother, they took me out of her. Being a test-tube child is not something that is uncommon for the Caldari in general, but the Achura of such origins are far less common. They took great care to tell me all of this, that I may learn from it, all the way up until my thirteenth birthday, or about twelve standard years.
To the Otaan, the moment an individual became thirteen, they become responsible for all of their actions. I won't go into great detail about this, but I was involved in some choice vandalism. I was quickly taken planetside from the hidden station, where I stayed for about a year.
Now, I must break for a real meal, instead of this pod ooze.
-Log End-
((Two things.
First, I had this typed up about two and a half weeks ago, but never posted it for some reason.
Second, I ask you now to forgive any weeabooness that may occur. It's just in my nature, having been born in Japan))
-Log Begin-
False alarm. I will begin now.
I was not born on a planet. No, I came around on the small monastery-station of Otaan, home to an order of monks with the same name. Otaan was located in low security space, within a deadspace area. I think that I never learned the 'official' name of my home system; we knew it as Suiretsu. My search of all logs have revealed no system of that name, so I have come to believe that Suiretsu was its name only to the Otaan.
I was born Avan Otaani, or Shadow. To the Otaan, this means that I was born in a manner deemed unfit. My mother was member of an Otaan sect that valued honesty above all else, or at least was supposed to. My father was a member of another sect, one which required all of its members to take a vow of celebacy. See the problem?
Once it came out who my father was, he was unceremoniously kicked out of the monastery on the next supply shuttle to the planet which Otaan orbits. To suitably punish my mother, they took me out of her. Being a test-tube child is not something that is uncommon for the Caldari in general, but the Achura of such origins are far less common. They took great care to tell me all of this, that I may learn from it, all the way up until my thirteenth birthday, or about twelve standard years.
To the Otaan, the moment an individual became thirteen, they become responsible for all of their actions. I won't go into great detail about this, but I was involved in some choice vandalism. I was quickly taken planetside from the hidden station, where I stayed for about a year.
Now, I must break for a real meal, instead of this pod ooze.
-Log End-
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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