OOC: I have a feeling this is going to end up like a lot of my RPs - dead. But oh well, I'll try it anyway. IF you think you want to / should participate in this thread, feel free to shoot me a TG, and we'll talk it over. Those nations I have never RPed with before need not apply.
Glorious. The young teenager stepped over the fallen body that used to be his classmate before moving out into the hall of the school. This one was a particular joy. After his parents committed suicide, the young teenager was tormented constantly by this rotting pile of flesh with no face. Apparently, a child may not even cry when his parents kill themselves in front of him; twelve year olds should be tougher, without emotion.
Damn emotion.
No, rather, damn him, if He can. Maybe hell likes people without faces. My shotgun surely does.
Lighting a cigar, the fourteen year old boy took a small puff before hacking a cowering classmate down with a Kavashar sword. He wished he could find his only friend in the school. Another previously bullied kid who eventually rose from the top. What was his name, though... No matter.
His parents died, too. But they didn't commit suicide. They were killed in the still-raging civil war. Killed by my father, actually. His father had been a rebel commander, and the other boy's parents were known Crown sympathizers, having given shelter and food to Imperial troops. It was rumored that there were some Praesillei Dei on the planet, too. At least, that's what his father told him that the other father said before he died. Was killed. Murdered, I guess.
"All in the name of freedom, right?" The young teenager turned around to see his childhood friend staring back at him, leaning on his own Kavashar. The boy smiled.
"Oh, I'm glad to see you! I wanted to tha-"
"Fuck you." The childhood friend moved faster than the teenager's eye could register before smashing into his ribcage with the hilt of the sword, collapsing it and shredding his lungs and heart. The last thing the class killer thought as he fell to the ground was that the friend must have been Kaesthari. Devil worshiper.
The classmate stood over the teenager's body, watching him die, and sighed. All because you couldn't stomach the Dersconi. He shook his head before stepping away from the now dead murderer and rebel. Of course, this was probably all along planned by the Christ's Defenders Brigade, the rebel movement leading the war against the Kremlin out here in this backwater star system of Srjarnhalla. They were mostly Reichskamphen-educated Dersconi Christian fundamentalists who took a strong disliking for the psionic abilities and arcane practices of the nobility - specifically Tsar Alexei XIV. After Napoleon IV's assassination, he was too busy keeping Greater Prussia together to focus on some backwater planets, so the CDB took that chance to assault the Governor's Palace and rebel against the Empire.
They weren't counting on him actually responding.
Unfortunately, the passion never dies. The young boy could hear the doors being blasted away with explosives as masses of CDB stormed the school. It was a school for the children of Dersconi/Kaesthari, and this was enough for the CDB to kill everyone inside. The boy smiled and picked up the weapons from the fallen classmate, moving quickly to find a position, but it was too late. Seven of the CDB grunts found him first. Initially, they thought he was their plant, but one of them recognized him.
"Wait a minute, you're..."
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Just Outside the Milky Way
"Karaka!"
"Wha...?" Lord General Karaka Rackhamov sat up on the couch, rubbing his eyes. Shit, I must have fallen asleep. He looked up to see one of the servants he brought with him holding a tray with food.
"Your lunch? You wanted it delivered?" General Rackhamov nodded and motioned at the table for him to lay it down.
"Yes, thank you. That will be all." The Lord General got up and walked over to the viewing windows, out into space. This better be important. IT was, of course. The God Emperor, Holy Rachek, Tsar Alexei I himself summoned him to the Palace Moon of Kaesthondheim to give him the mission in person. IT was simple - "You like to wander, so wander with purpose. Search this area outside the galaxy for an installation. Report your findings."
Those were the entirety of the orders, verbatim. Fucking unhelpful. Oh well. The Tsar was...well, the Tsar. He knew what he was doing. But I sure don't. Karaka sighed and turned back to the couch in the main chamber, ready to work on his lunch. His stomach grumbled. Heh, I'm starving.
