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Re: Twitter Qna Question list: Backstory Week
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Matthias balanced his knife on one finger, leaning forward in his seat staring at it. The thrum of the galaxy no more disturbing him than it did the knife. Even here with his First Born squadmates it was easy to lose oneself in thought. All soldiers of the Vanu Sovereignty were issued standard force blades that hummed sweetly when activated. None of the First Born carried one however, the blade that balanced on his finger was of an older design. It couldn’t slide through hardened armor like the standard issue but it would serve for a face or throat. Indeed, the newer blades would have served them better but these had history bound up in them. The blades were first blooded with the life of the one who now carried it on their hip. When Vanu had first been found many did not know what to make of their lord. A few knew, a few understood, a few followed. His few, guided by his whispers, built dreams. Many followed and Vanu still whispered. His greatest gift, immortality, was given. But finding men willing to prove their faith and show that Vanu spoke true was difficult. Cowards flocked to his power but none of them were willing to sacrifice themselves to obtain the truth. Then came the First Born. Matthias spun the blade down and into its sheath. His hand brushing past the amp pistol on his thigh as it moved.
Leaning back against the shell of the transport Matthias looked around at the other four. Each wore the same tight mesh of a cloak suit, each with mask in place. Their masks each had different inscriptions from Vanu scored into the metal by the owner. Nan had inscribed the true name of the weapon the soldiers called the Lancer, the symbols denoting sounds that could only be thought because no human tongue could make them. Gregory had the same stellar coordinates etched into his mask as he had tattooed on his forehead. It was the location of the exit for the wormhole. Matthias had seen newer recruits taking up the practice thinking it some prayer for advancement, glory, or power. Matthias knew better, Gregory had done it to mark himself separate from the rest. As those who came through the wormhole had set themselves apart from humanity so had Gregory marked himself that he might be the first to set aside his humanity when the time came to join with the Whisperer. Old Ian sat rolling a grenade in his hands. His mask held the equation for how quickly a ball of plasma would expand and deplete once exposed to atmosphere. Madison had used acid to burn into her mask. Serial numbers: SR743b, TL520a, TU100x, RM7gvp, and others were listed down the left side of the plate. Each one belonged to an implant huddled somewhere in her dark flesh. Matthias turned away from them and pulled back out his knife. He held it in his right hand playing with it gently. His left reached up and ran along the groove he had made that ran over his eye. The line that showed where he had first used his blade.
All right, bare minimum of editing so I’m sure it’s full of errors but I’m getting hungry so I’ll call it here. If you want to see more of this toss me some feedback.
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2011-10-14, 08:34 PM
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